The only sign that something was awry on the afternoon of November 28, 1969, in the cramped library at Pennsylvania State University was the sound of falling books.
There wasn’t a struggle to be heard, not even a scream.
But that afternoon, about 4.45pm, 22-year-old graduate student Betsy Aardsma was stabbed to death between two rows of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
Only, it wasn’t until hours later that doctors realised what killed her. Nobody could see she had a knife wound. Most of the bleeding was internal, and what little blood did seep out was camouflaged by her red dress. Her hands also showed no defence injuries. Shrouded in mystery, it’s a case that still haunts the community. And 49 years later, police are still searching for the murderer.
On the morning of Betsy’s death, she woke up in the dorm room she shared with fellow student Sharon Brandt and began her day the way she always did: by writing a letter to her boyfriend David Wright. It was the last one she’d ever write.
Later that day, about 4pm, she and Sharon headed over to the library to do research for a project. When they arrived, they went their separate ways.
Betsy first visited the office of a chief bibliographer before heading to the second level to grab a book she needed. There were only about 90 people in the building at the time, as it was the day after the Thanksgiving holiday.
Betsy went into a passage between bookshelves so narrow, only one person could comfortably pass at a time.
It was here, a space near impossible to escape when confronted, that her killer approached. The autopsy report showed she was stabbed with a blade only about 9-10cm long. The knife pierced her breastbone, severed her pulmonary artery and hit her heart. It’s believed she died within five minutes.
“The findings also suggest that the wound was inflicted with considerable force at the time of a face-to-face confrontation of the victim and the assailant, and that this weapon was held in the right hand of the assailant,” the autopsy report stated.
As Betsy slumped to the floor, pulling books down as she fell, the killer walked away with the knife.
Nobody saw the attack. It was only when a student was told by a man, “somebody help that girl”, that the alarm was raised. The stranger vanished shortly after.
Seeing no sign of foul play, no one at the library could understand why Betsy had suddenly collapsed, figuring she might have simply fainted.