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Inside The Gruesome Murder Of Mark Kilroy At The Hands Of A Satanic Cult
Mark Kilroy, a handsome, athletic pre-med senior at the University of Texas, was the all-American college boy of every parent’s dream. It was March 1989, with graduation approaching, and he and three of his best friends drove to Mexico for spring break as a last hurrah.
All four were closely bonded and had known each other since high school basketball in Santa Fe. Kilroy parked his car in the border town of Brownsville, with the group eager to meet girls and let loose as they crossed the bridge into Matamoros, Mexico. Within 48 hours, their dream vacation turned into a nightmare.
With dive bars and cheap drinks all along Calle Alvaro Obregon, the Matamoros strip provided no shortage of fun. However, as their second night rolled on, Mark Kilroy vanished without a trace.
It took a month for police to find his mutilated body. Buried among 14 others in a ranch outside Matamoros, he had been raped and dismembered by a group of Satanic drug-traffickers. His legs were hacked off with a machete, while his spine was removed — and his brains were found boiled in a cauldron.
Born on March 5, 1968, in Chicago, Illinois, Mark Kilroy’s family moved to Texas when he was young. At Santa Fe High School, Kilroy excelled academically and became lifelong friends with his basketball teammates, Bill Huddleston, Bradley Moore, and Brent Martin.
Living in the same state well into college, all four remained close. Huddleston and Moore were fellow UT juniors, while Martin studied at Alvin Community College. On March 10, 1989, with their exams finished and spring break at hand, they got into Kilroy’s car and left for the Mexican border.
After parking in the border town of Brownsville, Texas, the group crossed into Matamoros on foot. They partied without a problem until 2:30 a.m. when they returned to their hotel on U.S. soil. The next evening began similarly, but ended on an ominous note. After hopping from bar to bar, Kilroy and his friends strolled back toward his car — when he vanished.
The group had stopped to urinate when a Hispanic man with a scar on his face approached Kilroy. “I heard him say something like ‘Didn’t I just see you somewhere?’ or ‘Where did I last see you?'” Huddleston recalled. Nobody thought much of it until the three friends finished their business and realized Kilroy was gone.
Their confusion turned to genuine concern by dawn, and Mark Kilroy’s disappearance officially became a missing persons case. His parents distributed 20,000 leaflets across the Rio Grande valley and offered a $15,000 reward, while state officials on both sides of the border ramped up their search — with utterly macabre results.