Could a Vicious Attack and the Murder of a North Carolina Businessman Lead Back to Dungeons and Dragons?
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| Lieth Von Stein around the time of his murder (photo source) |
The Crime
It was 4:24 a.m. on Monday, July 25, 1988 when the call came in to North Carolina's Beaufort County Law Enforcement Center. It had been a slow night, with dispatcher Michelle Sparrow reading a Stephen King novel throughout much of her 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift. The woman on the other end of the emergency call was speaking so softly that Michelle couldn't fully understand her. The woman asked for police and an ambulance and when Michelle asked her to speak up, she demurred. She claimed that the intruder could still be in the house. The dispatcher at first wondered if the caller was one of their "regulars," those few mentally disturbed people who would call emergency services to report terrible, yet false, acts. She asked the woman her name and upon learning it -- Bonnie Von Stein -- and that the woman, Bonnie, said that she, as well as her husband, might be dying, Michelle Sparrow knew this was no crank call. She advised the officers on duty, as well as rescue, to respond immediately to 110 Lawson Road for the possible beating and stabbing of two people. "Please hurry," Bonnie Von Stein begged Michelle Sparrow.
The first officers to arrive at the scene, Danny Edwards, Ed Cherry, and Sergeant Bradford Tetterton, approached the two-story house with their weapons unholstered, fearing the intruder Bonnie Von Stein mentioned might still be in the house. The house itself was dark and the men scoped it out with heavy flashlights, noting the enclosed back porch, with the porch door open and the broken window beside it. Edwards and Tetterton entered the home through the open door where, in the kitchen, they found a fluorescent light on over the sink, cabinet doors opened under a microwave oven and a woman's white handbag on a stovetop with its contents strewn. Edwards immediately detected the coppery scent of blood and mentioned it to Tetterton in a whisper, correctly ascertaining "Somebody's dead." The pair made a sweep of the downstairs, finding no one or nothing unusual, and after turning on the hallway light, headed upstairs. There were five closed doors and they took the first one on the right at the top of the stairs, a room that turned out to be the master bedroom. In the darkness, they couldn't see Bonnie Von Stein but she called to them in desperation. Sweeping his flashlight throughout the room, Tetterton was confronted by the most horrible sight he had ever encountered in his twenty-six years of service. The room was awash in the red of the blood that was splattered everywhere. On the bed, lying diagonally across it, was a stocky man clothed only in cotton briefs that had once been white but were now stained red with blood. Stab wounds were visible in the man's upper back and left shoulder area. Worse was the massive crater in the back of his head, so horrible that Tetterton believed he could look directly into the man's skull. He immediately knew that this man was beyond human help. Bonnie Von Stein, 44 years old, who lay on the floor next to the bed, told Tetterton that her husband, Lieth, 42 years old, was trying to help her and the intruder had attacked both of them with a "big club" or "baseball bat" and a knife.
Meantime, Danny Edwards had gone into another bedroom after being advised that Bonnie's seventeen-year-old daughter Angela Pritchard was in the house. He found the teenager asleep in her bedroom, the room directly next to the master bedroom, dressed only in a t-shirt and with a big square fan humming and blowing. Despite the humidity and the heat of summer in North Carolina, a glass of ice water, with the ice cubes having not yet melted, sat on her bedside table. Edwards awoke Angela, advised her there had been a situation in the house and asked her to get dressed as quickly as possible, which she did without question. Leaving her to do so, he checked the remainder of the upstairs rooms and found no one else.
Dispatcher Michelle Sparrow's husband, David, had been an EMT before becoming a police officer. On duty that night, he responded to Lawson Road, armed with his shotgun and his medical equipment. Let in the house by Edwards, he hurried upstairs to the master bedroom, finding Bonnie Von Stein lying on the floor in a bloodied nightgown. He gave a compulsory check on Lieth Von Stein, agreeing with Tetterton that it was too late to render any aid, before turning his full attention to Bonnie. He noted that she had been stabbed in the chest and was having difficulty breathing and so put an oxygen mask on her. Although Bonnie was fading fast, she begged the officers not to let Angela in the room and to not harm her many cats and pet rooster that were roaming through the house.
The two EMTs that arrived by ambulance only moments later were stunned by the Von Stein bedroom. They had expected some blood but the room was literally awash in it. Blood had been sprayed and spattered on the ceiling and on three walls of the room. The carpet was bloodied on both sides of the bed for more than three feet out. They went first to Lieth, turning him over and discovering that in addition to the stab wounds in his back and the horrific head injury he had sustained, there was also a large and mean stab wound in the center of his chest, right above his heart. Both his eyes were swollen and closed, his neat beard was matted in blood and his left hand was clenched. Of the five gaping wounds on his head, three of them were across his forehead, one above and slightly to the side of his left eyebrow and the worst, above and to the back of his left ear. There were six stab wounds from a large-bladed knife in his upper back, near his left shoulder and the one vicious stab wound to his chest, which would later be revealed to have gone straight through his heart. His body appeared to have been bathed in his blood. He had no pulse and the blood on his chest was already beginning to gel.
Having done what they could do for Lieth, they began working on Bonnie. They found she had cuts on her head and a stab wound to her chest that no longer appeared to be bleeding but she had lost a massive quantity of blood and her blood pressure was dangerously low. The local hospital was notified to be prepared for her, as she was gravely injured and quickly fading, and permission was given for an IV drip and to wrap Bonnie in anti-shock trousers. After a dressing was placed on her stab wound, a stretcher was brought into the house to transport Bonnie as quickly as possible to the emergency room.
Tetterton had been speaking with Angela downstairs while the EMTs worked on Bonnie. She claimed to have slept through the violence that went on in the room next door to hers, not even hearing Lieth's screams as he was being murdered. She seemed oddly detached to the news that her parents had been beaten and stabbed. She said she had a brother named Chris who was away at N.C. State University and Tetterton advised her to call her brother.
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Detective John Taylor was the youngest detective in the Washington Police Department at twenty-seven and he arrived at the crime scene after Bonnie Von Stein had been taken out of the house on a stretcher. It seemed apparent that the intruder had entered and departed the home by the back porch but the broken window by the door was curious, as the door itself had nine individual panes of glass. Furthermore, it would be impossible for someone to reach an arm in through the broken higher window to unlock the door (and silly, as one of the panes of glass by the lock itself could have been broken instead.) Taylor found that the cuts in the window screen did not match the breaks in the glass. Also curious was a faded and torn military knapsack that seemed out of place, lying on the back porch by a plastic garbage can.
Although the white handbag found on the stovetop in the kitchen had been rifled through - and two additional handbags were found on a countertop - there were too many other things left behind that robbers typically take, like televisions, VCRs, stereos and computers. A twenty-dollar bill and change were in plain view on a dresser in the master bedroom. Lieth Von Stein's wallet and watch were untouched. Bonnie's wedding rings were in a small bowl and other jewelry was in an unlocked box on a chest. Detectives quickly came to the conclusion that robbery was highly unlikely and it whoever had entered the home had done so with the sole purpose of killing Lieth and Bonnie.
At the Beaufort County Hospital's emergency room, the doctor on duty found that Bonnie had suffered three very ragged lacerations on her head, two near her hairline at the center of her forehead of about an inch in length, and another, in a C-shape, over her right eyebrow. Her left thumb, swollen and bruised, was likely broken. Above her right breast was a grapefruit-sized bruise and to the right of her sternum was a two-inch stab wound. The blade had bounced off bone and cut into the chest wall, causing a partial collapse of her lung. But she was still alive.
Chris Pritchard arrived in Little Washington around 8:30 that Monday morning, driven into town by N.C. State Safety Patrol officers, who had found him, hysterical, at one of the university's emergency call boxes. After receiving the call from Angela that his mother and stepfather had been attacked, he had woken his roommate and torn their dorm room apart in search of his car keys, which he had been unable to locate. He had then gone outside and seeing the emergency call box, used it to beg for help in getting home. During the two-plus hour drive back to Little Washington, Chris had curled up in the backseat of the patrol car and gone to sleep, awaking only when they arrived at the Washington Police Department. He was informed there that his mother was in the hospital but expected to survive and his stepfather was dead. While Angela had been oddly unemotional, Chris, according to the officer who informed him, attempted to be grief-stricken "but he wasn't quite making it." Chris asked to go to the hospital to see his mother before speaking with authorities, a request that was granted. He was allowed to sit and hold her hand in the ICU while she recounted what had happened and Chris cried.
Lieth and Bonnie
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| Lieth, in his 1963 high school senior photo (photo source) |
Lieth Von Stein had been born in Queens, New York, the only child of parents of German descent who both came from prosperous families. The Von Steins moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina when Lieth was a baby and began running a laundry that would expand to become one of the most successful in the country, with several branches and more than 130 employees. Lieth, after graduation, went to the School of Engineering at N.C. State University but flunked out by the end of his junior year and, with the Vietnam War raging, was soon drafted and sent to Germany for clerical work. Honorably discharged in 1970, he returned to North Carolina and enrolled at Guilford College in Greensboro. He was well known for his intellect, outspokenness, and wry sense of humor, as well as his continued close relationship with his parents, whom he unfailingly introduced to all of his friends, male and female. He became enamored with computers during his time at Guilford and following graduation, he got a job working with them at Integon, an insurance company in Winston-Salem.
While working at Integon, he met a woman who had also taken a strong interest in computers. Bonnie Bates Pritchard was two years older than Lieth with two small children and had recently separated from her husband. A native of Welcome, North Carolina, located in the rolling farmland of northern Davidson County, she had grown up in a family with three sisters and a brother and regular churchgoing parents. Quiet and shy, Bonnie's main passions were reading and animals. She had gone to work at Integon two years after graduating from high school and three years before she had married Steve Pritchard, who was only seventeen at the time of their wedding and attending his senior year of high school. Fifteen months after the wedding, a son, Christopher, was born; under two years later, daughter Angela joined the family. The addition of children to the already shaky marriage proved the death knell and the couple separated days before Bonnie's twenty-eighth birthday and weeks before Chris's fourth birthday, with the divorce becoming final the following year - the first in the Bates family.
Lieth and Bonnie began to see each other outside of work in October of 1976, with their first date being dinner at Bonnie's house and then watching television after Chris and Angela were put to bed. Two weeks after this dinner date, Lieth moved to Cincinnati, where he had taken a job with Federated Department Stores. He had seen Bonnie for the two weekends before he moved and although she expected things to fizzle with him out of town, he continued to call and write to her. Each trip he made home to visit his parents, he saw Bonnie as well. About six months after he moved, he introduced Bonnie and her children to his parents, an indication that things were serious. As Chris and Angela had had little to no contact with Steve Pritchard after he had left the marriage, Lieth stepped into the role, watching the kids in their school plays, taking them out to eat and even traveling together as a family on vacations at the beach. Following a visit to Welcome at the home of Bonnie's parents, Lieth arranged to have a washing machine and an air conditioner delivered to their home, telling the Bateses that it would make him feel so good knowing they would be comfortable in the North Carolina summers and that Bonnie's mother could have more time to herself if she had help with the wash.
In early August of 1979 Lieth accepted a new job at a finance company in South Bend, Indiana and asked Bonnie to go with him as his wife. She said yes and the two were married on August 17. Bonnie gave up the job she had held for fifteen years and she and her children moved with Lieth to a suburb in South Bend. The winters didn't suit him and he worried about his aging parents and so in 1981 he accepted the position of head of internal auditing at National Spinning Company in Washington, North Carolina. In July of that year, Lieth, Bonnie and the two children moved to the Smallwood subdivision, where they purchased the two-story frame house at 110 Lawson Road. Although Lieth was happy to be back in North Carolina, he never cottoned on to Little Washington, as it was known, wanting instead to be in a larger city like Winston-Salem.
In 1983, Bonnie began teaching data processing at a local community college. The following year, she accepted a job as a programmer analyst with Hamilton Beach at the appliance factory only a handful of miles from the Lawson Road home, a position she would hold for two years.
In 1987, Lieth's father died suddenly of an aortic aneurism, leaving an estate valued at more than $1.2 million (nearly $3 million in 2021 dollars). Lieth's mother, already suffering with health issues herself and thoroughly grief-stricken over her husband's sudden passing, followed him in death only four months later. The loss of both of his parents in so short a time not only left Lieth relatively wealthy but had him thinking hard on his own life, which he felt had fallen into a rut. He had apparently never much liked his job and by the last weekend of his life, he was talking to Bonnie about quitting by the end of the year and perhaps traveling or starting a business of his own. Bonnie would later say that on the last day of his life, Sunday, July 24, 1988, Lieth had been jovial and in good spirits, looking forward with great anticipation to their future.
In addition to the $1.2 million-plus inheritance, Lieth also had around $1 million in life insurance. As expected, Bonnie was his beneficiary although she was fairly quickly ruled out as a viable suspect, not only due to her life-threatening injuries but also after speaking to the Von Steins' neighbors, who all said that they were decent, if less than sociable, even standoffish, people. Should Bonnie also die, that left Chris and Angela Pritchard to inherit.
The Investigation
Detectives spoke to Chris Pritchard that Monday night around 10:30 p.m., at a friend's house where he and Angela were staying. Although he was nineteen, in appearance he looked closer to sixteen, a slight young man who wore a baseball cap and chain-smoked nervously. He told them he had come home to visit that weekend, spending Friday night in the family home on Lawson Road. He had had a term paper due that Monday though and so had headed back to school on Saturday evening after dinner. On Sunday night, he had gone out with friends and then returned to the dorms, where he had stayed up until three or three-thirty drinking beer and playing cards. He had only been in his dorm room and in his bed a very short time when Angela had called him about the attack. The school's public safety officers had driven him back to Washington because he had been distraught and he couldn't find his car keys. As far as Chris knew, his parents weren't having any problems and he knew of no one who disliked them, much less would would want to hurt them. When asked if he and Lieth had gotten along, Chris assured the detectives they had and very well, something that was contradicted by other family members and friends who said that Lieth and Chris had frequently butted heads. Chris claimed that he knew that Lieth had come into stocks or money but he really knew no details about it. This too was contradicted by Bonnie, who told detectives that she herself had told Chris not only how much Lieth inherited but how much he was insured for.
Detectives go not only on facts but also on their gut feelings - and the detectives not only did not trust Chris Pritchard, they did not like him.
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| The map that broke the case and the house on Lawson Road (photo source) |
What would eventually break the case came courtesy of a Pitt County farmer by the name of Noel Lee. Around four-thirty in the morning on Monday, Lee had just finished the hour-long process loading up hogs at his farm that was roughly one mile over the Beaufort County line and seven miles from Little Washington. He had just been heading back home when he noticed a fire burning in the pre-dawn darkness. He had been curious enough to drive his truck over and note that the fire was about three or four feet in height and a foot or two in diameter. It burned so brightly that Lee instantly knew it had been fueled by something. He didn't get out of his truck -- perhaps exhaustion, perhaps an ominous feeling -- but when he heard about Lieth Von Stein's murder, he instantly thought of the unusual fire and called authorities.
Lee proved to be an excellent witness who remembered the exact time he first noted the fire and recalled precisely where it had been burning. On Tuesday evening, he was able to take detectives to where he had spotted the fire and then over to Grimesland Bridge Road off State Route 264, where it had been burning. The fire, naturally, had burnt out, leaving a blackened circle and charred debris. In those debris were what appeared to be a socket for an extension wrench, burned remnants of blue jeans, molten remains of a sweater, the bottom of a Reebok sneaker and a large hunting knife, its handle melted and its six-inch blade blackened. Also found were some wadded sheets of paper, one of them partially burned, that had blown out of and away from the fire.
On Wednesday morning, detectives returned to photograph the area in daylight and give a more thorough search (although nothing more of significance was found).
The knife was found to be consistent with the wounds that Lieth Von Stein had suffered. More amazingly, once the singed sheets of paper were examined, one of them was determined to be a map, crudely drawn with a ballpoint pen, One word was notated on the map - Lawson. Blocks were drawn in, obviously to represent homes, and the one with an "X" had 110 written on it. 110 Lawson Road, the Von Stein home.
The funeral service for Lieth Von Stein was held on Thursday, July 28. What started as a gray drizzle turned into a raging thunderstorm by the time the service began. Lieth's body was not present; he had been cremated and the cremains would be buried in Winston-Salem following a second, later, service. The chapel was packed with Lieth's co-workers, neighbors and Bonnie's family. Bonnie, attired in a black bedroom gown, was brought from the hospital in a car sent by the funeral home. Chris and Angela rode with her and Chris, along with a mortuary employee, assisted her up the aisle and to her seat. Following the service, she returned to the hospital, where she remained for four more days.
On Friday, July 29, Washington's annual Summer Festival began, bringing in record crowds to enjoy the live music, food stands and arts and crafts exhibits. Two of the attendees on that opening night were Chris and Angela Pritchard.
Chris
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Before speaking to anyone outside the Pritchard family about Chris, however, investigators asked Chris to draw a map of the Von Stein neighborhood. This he did, with a ballpoint pen, even going so far as to label the streets. That second map would be compared with the first, with the professional and expert opinion by a handwriting analyst that the "Lawson" Chris had printed (twice) on the second map was identical to that on first map.
Speaking to former coworkers of Chris' and a girl he had dated, detectives learned that Chris had reportedly begun using marijuana and cocaine after his high school graduation and that although he liked to think and say he was lucky with the ladies, he was anything but. The girl he had dated briefly broke up with him after he wouldn't keep his hands off her, even after she repeatedly told him no. That girl had had no contact with him since that time but mentioned that he had talked incessantly about a game called Dungeons & Dragons.
Chris' roommate during his freshman year told detectives that he and Chris never hung out together as their habits were different. Chris never studied, to the point of barely making it through his first year. The roommate knew of Dungeons & Dragons, as Chris read books about it in their room, but had never played the game there.
Detectives also spoke to a local sixteen-year-old who had often sold Chris pot and a mutual friend who confirmed Chris' marijuana use, as well as LSD, which he said Chris had started taking in the middle of his first summer session. Chris had been a braggart, throwing money around on alcohol and drugs, and telling his friends that his parents were wealthy; they had bought him a Mustang, a nice computer, and they sent him a weekly allowance. Chris was easily influenced by others, they said, and the main reason he was doing so poorly at school, besides the drinking and drugs, was that he spent practically all of his time playing Dungeons & Dragons.
Detectives located the two female students who had hung out with Chris and another friend on the night of Sunday, July 24, going out to eat and then returning to the dorms, where they recalled that Chris had parked his car in the outer, fringe lot rather than closer to the dorms. They remembered the evening well because their card game had not started until ten o'clock or later in their dorm room and beginning around one or one-thirty in the morning, one of the girls had started to ask Chris to leave. Chris had ignored her requests until three-thirty when, after learning the time, he left at once. One of the girls recounted that Chris had told her that he had an outline on his computer of how to come into a lot of money but when she asked to see it he had refused, saying it was secret. She further said that Chris was resentful of Lieth, angry that Lieth spent his money on Bonnie but not on Chris and Angela. Chris, she said, felt that he and Angela should have better cars and better clothing.
Other acquaintances of Chris' said the same; that Chris was resentful of Lieth, did not like him, while others claimed that Chris never spoke of his stepfather at all.
Unsurprisingly, Chris was not a good student and was better known around campus for his alcohol and drug consumption and his utter obsession with Dungeons & Dragons, although he had been a good student in school until about his senior year. Despite that difficult year, he had still been accepted at NC State as a nuclear engineering student. Perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, it was the same school that Lieth Von Stein had taken and flunked out of twenty years before.
Detectives, when speaking with Lieth's coworkers, learned that the Thursday or Friday before his death Lieth had been upset with Chris over his studies, going so far as to say that if Chris' grades did not improve that semester, he would be cut off.
The detectives felt they might have a good motive for Lieth's murder and the attempted murder of Bonnie - an inheritance the rapidly failing Chris was certain to receive should both of them die. Unknowing to Chris, however, was the fact that even if Bonnie had died, her will and that of Lieth, stipulated that neither Chris nor Angela could receive their share until they reached the age of thirty-five.
The Game
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| Dungeons & Dragons circa 1980 (photo source) |
By 1981, Dungeons & Dragons had a reported three million-plus players around the world and three-quarters of a million copies of the rules were being sold annually by 1984. While the game won many awards in the role-playing genre, it also came under fire for its violent incentives and allegations of devil worship and witchcraft and for leading to suicide and murder. In 1979, nearly a decade before Lieth Von Stein was murdered in his bed, Michigan State University student James Dallas Egbert III went missing from his dorm after playing Dungeons & Dragons. He was located by a private investigator a month later and returned to his family, where he killed himself with a gunshot to the head.
In 1982, sixteen-year-old Bink Pulling, an honors student and avid D&D player in Montpelier, Virginia, left a note saying that his soul was no longer his after another player put the curse of the werewolf on him. He then got his father's handgun, went out onto the front lawn of the family home, and shot himself through the heart.
Four months after Bink Pulling's suicide, eighteen-year-old Tony Gowin of Bardstown, Kentucky walked into a local hobby shop to ask about a Dungeons & Dragons book he had ordered. He got into an argument with the twenty-year-old clerk and impaled her with a medieval broadsword, killing her.
In 1984, 12-year-old Steven Erwin of Colorado fatally shot his 15-year-old brother Dan and then himself. Both boys were avid fans of Dungeons & Dragons and left suicide notes saying that death was the only way they could get out of the game.
On May 26, 1985, a trio of Ragland, Alabama high school honor students playing Dungeons & Dragons shot and killed 26-year-old convenience store clerk Missy Macon.
In November of 1985, sixteen-year-old David Ventiquattro of New York, a Dungeon Master, took a .20 gauge shotgun and killed his eleven-year-old friend Martin Howland. Ventiquattro claimed that in his D&D world, his role was to extinguish evil and Martin was an evil demon who had to die.
In 1987, Long Island teen Daniel Kasten murdered his parents as they slept. An avid Dungeons & Dragons player, Kasten believed that he was under the control of the Mind Flyer character.
Although the company that produced the game denied any legitimate connection between it and violence, in 1983 it added a warning about players becoming too closely identified with their characters.
Like James Dallas Egbert had in 1979, Chris and his D&D friends liked to play the game in the steam tunnels at school, fortifying themselves with alcohol, pot and/or acid before playing out the scripts they were given by the Dungeon Master, roleplaying which would often run throughout the night. The two friends that Chris had that seemed as dedicated to the game as he was were a current student named Bart Upchurch and a former student named Neal Henderson.
Bart
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James Bartlett "Bart" Upchurch III was from eastern Caswell County and, like Bonnie Von Stein, had grown up on a farm. Although his parents would stay married for years, they endured breaks in which Bart and his younger siblings were separated from their father. In elementary and high schools, he had been a good student with above-average grades but he tended to bore easily. He was an avid reader, though, with particular interest in the science-fiction and fantasy genres. It was while reading one of his books that he was first introduced to Dungeons & Dragons. He acquired the board game and soon had friends playing with him after school and even over the telephone. By ninth grade, Bart brought the game to school with him and it would be played in the cafeteria during lunch. So popular did it become that soon other students were creating their own groups to play. Teachers were aware the students were involved in the game but in an isolated area like Caswell County, Dungeons & Dragons was seen as a positive outlet for kids to stimulate their creativity and imagination. The game required intense concentration and a commitment, neither negative attributes. For Bart, who loved to tell stories and loved to be in charge, it answered an innate need he had. That the game had a lack of moral base, that the people who "won" weren't necessarily "good guys" but those characters who had outsmarted others, troubled him not at all. As the Dungeon Master, he liked the power and the recognition far too much.
Although Bart had acquired a reputation as a loner and "weird," his teachers recalled him always being very obedient and respectful to them, if with no apparent direction or goals in life.
By the time Bart began his senior year of high school in the fall of 1985, he and his fellow players had moved into advanced stages of play and the game had taken on a new and different cast. No longer were their characters going after monsters but were now facing off against each other, to seize each other's "treasure" and conspire to destroy other characters.
It was at this point that Neal Henderson joined Bart's circle and D&D group.
Neal
Like Bart, Neal Henderson came from a broken family but unlike Bart, who did not communicate his feelings easily, Neal found the separation from his adored father heart wrenching. Precocious in his youth, he had an exceptionally high IQ of 180 and was considered gifted. So far ahead of his classmates that he made perfect scores on any tests he took, he, like Bart, became bored at school. He turned his attention to books, books of all genres, and created his own comic books. In the fifth grade, Neal attended eighth-grade classes in the morning and then returned to elementary school in the afternoon. Although he could have handled a full day of a high school curriculum, Neal's mother worried about his social development if he spent all day with older classmates.
Although the ten-year-old was considered an oddity, he was not bored at school for the first time although he was a terrible procrastinator. At twelve, Neal went off to high school and took the SAT for the first time, outscoring the gifted academics in the senior class. At thirteen, he heard of Dungeons & Dragons for the first time and read everything he could find on the subject.
When he was fourteen, Neal was accepted at the prestigious North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics in Durham, where joined other students who were considered the state's best at the tuition-free boarding school. Shortly after his arrival at the school, he became involved with several groups that engaged in role-playing games that included Dungeons & Dragons. Also for the first time in his life, he made friends, including his first girlfriend. His habit of procrastination was still present though, as well as a lack of self-discipline and it reflected in his schoolwork. He was placed on academic probation and although he managed to pass with Bs and Cs, he was not invited to return to the school the following year.
Although Neal felt badly about letting his mother down, he later said the school and its freedom wasn't for him, as he didn't have the self-discipline required to do the work. He started his senior year of high school back home, where he played tuba in the band, worked on the high school yearbook, helped raise money to go towards the purchase of a computer for the Junior Engineering and Technical Society (a computer that he helped program), and organized groups for fantasy role-playing. Like he had done in the year previous, Neal spent more time playing games than he did on his schoolwork and so repeated his senior year.
He had also found a girlfriend. Kenyatta Upchurch was Bart's first cousin but she met Neal through Bart's younger brother. Their relationship would be a typical teenaged tempestuous one, peppered by Neal cheating on her with other girls during his second senior year. Neal felt these indiscretions should not matter, as he did not love them and he was only satisfying a physical need. He found girls easy to use and thought it their fault if they got hurt. When told he shouldn't use people, his only reply was that people were so easy to manipulate.
A Perfect Storm
Bart had his first run-in with the law in February of 1986, when he and three friends were arrested and charged with breaking into the high school and stealing a computer and breaking into a lake house, where they stole cases of beer, wine, a television, two clocks, and a pair of binoculars. Bart admitted his guilt to his angry and embarrassed parents, who later said that while Bart worried about the outcome (he could have faced the maximum of twenty years in prison), he had no remorse over what he'd done.
A plea deal was worked out in March, in which the two charges would be consolidated and reduced to misdemeanors in exchange for Bart pleading guilty, paying restitution and completing 150 hours of community service in the six months following his plea (neither of which he did). Over the next two years, he would be arrested twice more: a misdemeanor larceny charge for stealing a cooler of beer and for driving without a license and careless and reckless driving.
He tried marijuana for the first time around graduation, allegedly because he thought it something he should do before he started college. Initially, due to his interest in the military, he wanted to apply to the U.S. Naval Academy but realized his chances of acceptance were slim. A chance meeting with an army recruiter led him to decide that a three-year enlistment, in which he saved his money and earned college credits, was perfect for him - until his arrest curtailed that. His probation officer refused to give the permission for him to enlist, saying that he had to complete at least half a term at college before he could come off probation. Bart had applied to three or four colleges in the fall of his senior year, although he had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He was accepted at North Carolina State University and while he wasn't particularly thrilled, he didn't want to stay in Caswell County.
Neal too had been accepted to NC State on a full scholarship. He had achieved a near-perfect score on his SATs, the only 1500 the admissions director said he had seen. Although not a particularly close or good friend of Bart's, Neal was friends with Bart's younger brother and he suggested that he and Bart room together at college. Given Bart's propensity toward neatness and order and Neal's disorganization and sloppiness, as well as Bart's love of attending parties nightly and returning to the dorm drunk and Neal's dislike of any groups of more than three people, it did not turn out to be the best suggestion. They remained roommates for their freshman year and even roommates at an apartment off campus during that summer of 1987 but went their separate ways, at least residentially, by the fall of their sophomore year.
Bart had flunked out his freshman year and was informed he would not be invited back. Neal too had struggled, ending up on academic probation and with his scholarship in jeopardy. Instead of applying themselves over the summer semester, they watched MTV, played games, smoked marijuana, and shoplifted from a variety of stores, despite Bart's earlier convictions.
By the end of his sophomore year, Neal too had flunked out, with his scholarship revoked and he was forced to move off-campus.
Bart was back in school for the summer session by the time he was hanging up posters in search of new D&D players around the campus (with a promise of "Free Beer!"). Neal was working at a local retail store but scheduled his hours around their projected game time. Also taking the summer session, and against his parents' advice, was Chris Pritchard.
Confessions
It would take many months but ultimately, it would be Neal that would break and confess all to the investigators. Unlike Bart, who had been calm and alternately cordial and flippant when questioned, Neal seemed vulnerable and nervous to the detectives. They played a hunch, telling him they knew Chris was involved and they felt Neal knew something and it would be better for him to tell them what he knew. The story Neal told was chilling.
Neal said that within a week or so of meeting Chris, discussions turned toward future plans and Chris had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he was wealthy; his family, according to Chris, had millions, including multiple houses and cars. Someone - Neal couldn't remember who - had made the suggestion that Chris should just go ahead and off his parents for the money. Once they were dead and Chris inherited, he could buy a house in the woods for all of them to live in, where they could spend their days doing drugs, drinking, and playing Dungeons & Dragons. Neal assumed that it was just bullshitting until July of 1988, when Chris and Bart informed him they had come up with a plan for Chris to inherit early by killing his parents.
Their first plan had involved Chris sedating his family with sleeping pills and then setting the house on fire. That plan was scrapped after Chris decided that it would be best if he were not in the home; he thought a home invasion would be a better choice. Angela was not really discussed other than Chris saying at one point that he was okay splitting the inheritance with her (an amount he told Bart and Neal was around $10 million) and also saying that should she awaken on the murder night, she would also have to be taken out.
According to Neal, Bart agreed to be the actual killer. Neal's job was to drive Chris' car to Washington, since Bart's driver's license had been revoked. Neal believed he was going to paid either $2,000 or $20,000 for chauffeuring Bart to and from the scene. Chris drew them a map of the neighborhood, showing not only the Von Stein house but the neighboring houses with dogs that might bark.
The day before the murder, Neal said that Chris told him that his parents were about to disinherit him over his poor school performance and lack of ambition and if disinherited, he would have to leave school and likely find a job.
Neal did not know when the murder plot was going down until the day of Sunday, July 24, 1988 when Bart showed up with Chris' car keys and told him to meet in the fringe parking lot behind the Lee dorms that night around midnight. Neal said that Bart had applied black shoe polish to a white pair of batting gloves, as well as to the bat he said should "get the job done" on both of Chris' parents. Just in case, though, Chris had purchased a hunting knife as backup. According to Neal, Bart was excited and hyperactive about the upcoming murder mission.
Neal maintained that even while driving Bart to Washington, he was under the impression that he was only going to commit a burglary of jewelry that Chris said was in the house. Even when they pulled off where Chris had told them to and Bart changed into all black clothing, smeared black shoe polish around his face and put a dark ski mask on, Neal still insisted he had no idea that people were going to get hurt.
Neal told the detectives that he waited in the car while Bart went off with a key that Chris had provided. He wasn't sure how long Bart was gone but when he returned he told Neal that he had "actually done it" and he had "never seen so much blood in my life." Neal at first said that he had seen blood on Bart's hands and then later recanted that statement.
It was Bart who directed Neal on where to go to dispose of the clothing, weapons and map and Bart who set the items on fire.
Neal drove the two back to Raleigh and left Chris' car in the same lot. He put Chris' keys on a high shelf in a shared bathroom per Bart's instruction.
He had spent the last nearly twelve months trying to forget that night and claimed he had been in a state of depression ever since. He knew he needed to atone by telling all but claimed that he had not come forward out of fear of Bart Upchurch and Chris Pritchard.
On Thursday, June 15, 1989 Bart Upchurch was arrested for the murder of Lieth Von Stein and the attack on Bonnie Von Stein. He refused to say anything and asked for a lawyer.
Although officers had done their best to keep Bart's arrest and arraignment secret so as not to tip Chris off, a friend of Bonnie's in Washington had called her in Winston-Salem to tell her that a friend of Chris' had been arrested for Lieth's murder. Bonnie let Chris know, who had been living with her after leaving school for "psychiatric" reasons, and Chris spent Thursday night at a friend's house.
On Friday, June 16 detectives turned up at Bonnie's home in Winston-Salem with a warrant for Chris' arrest. Chris called his attorney before returning to the house, where he was promptly taken into custody. On the drive back to Beaufort County, he chatted about the tornadoes that had recently struck Winston-Salem and Wake Forest, where he had enrolled in summer school. He did not speak about the charges leveled against him but acted certain that he would not be under arrest for long.
On the morning of Tuesday, June 20, Neal Henderson was arrested in Raleigh. He had known it was coming and was waiting for the detectives.
The Trials
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| Chris, Bonnie and Angela, January 1990 (photo source) |
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| Bart on trial (photo source) |
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| Chris and Neal testifying at Bart's trial (photo source) |
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End Game
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Neal Henderson was sentenced to 40 years for aiding and abetting second-degree murder and six years for aiding and abetting assault with a deadly weapon, with the sentences to run concurrently, and was sent to the Harnett County Correctional Institution south of Raleigh. He was given a recommendation for a "study release," which meant that Neal could have been out of prison in as little as five years. He ended up serving double that, being released from the Orange Correctional Center in Hillsborough on December 11, 2000 and still resides in North Carolina, where he manages a restaurant. During the entirety of his incarceration, Neal did not commit a single infraction or have one write-up.
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Following his conviction and sentence of death, Bart Upchurch filed an appeal and in October of 1992, the Supreme Court of North Carolina found that errors had been made in his sentencing trial and vacated his death sentence, remanding his case for a new capital sentencing proceeding. At the new hearing, he was sentenced him to life imprisonment. After serving time at Alexander Correctional Institute and Hyde Correctional Center, Bart was transferred to Davidson Correctional Center, near Lexington, where he remains.
He is eligible for parole in 2022.
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Judge Thomas Watts, who had presided over Bart's trial and who had sentenced Neal Henderson, also sentenced Chris Pritchard. Before handing down the sentence, Chris spoke on his own behalf, saying that while he had forgiven Neal and Bart for their parts in the crime, he had not yet forgiven himself. Judge Watts believed that Chris was remorseful but also stated, "The midwife may have been Dungeons & Dragons and drugs - I would not argue with that - but the genesis was Christopher Pritchard."
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| Lieth's final resting place (photo source) |
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