Police zero in. Shes like, hes really weirding me out. Reporter but maybe the brutality of the crime pointed to the roommate. Something like a lover would do. A spurned lover. Absolutely. And she could well have been that spurned lover . Oh, yes. She sure could have. Sorry a dark picture begins to develop. Portrait of an artist as a young killer. You know theres evil in there. Reporter once there was a quiet, little girl in a quiet, little town who liked to draw. She drew the butterflies that floated, quiet like her, around italy, texas. Spelled just like the country. But they pronounce it itly. She drew a butterfly in her art class when she was in elementary school. And all the little girls are like, oh, thats so good. Draw me one. Draw me one. Reporter her name was Samantha Michelle nance, but everybody called her shelley. And her mother, cynthia, loves to tell this story about her. Everybody was just so impressed with her butterfly that she said, well, i think im gonna be an artist
Police zero in on three fellow students. The dead girls friend. A small group of shelleys fellow students. Had a budding artist designed a seemingly perfect murder . There was the boyfriend, fascinated with weapons. He had daggers. Knives. Swords. Who collects that kind of stuff . Reporter there was the guy always hoping to get her attention. Trying to corner her in the hallways at school. Texting her on the phone. Shes like, hes really weirding me out. Reporter but maybe the brutality of the crime pointed to the roommate. Something like a lover would do. A spurned lover. Absolutely. Shelly nance was a shy girl. A budding artist who greatest pleasure was to sit in her room and draw. With thattal entd. She earned a scholarship to the Art Institute of dallas. She was thriving. Then, the unthinkable happened. Shelly was stabbed to death. And investigatored zero in on three possible suspects. One harbored a dark obsession fuelled by jealousy. Once there was a quiet little girl. In a quiet
He had daggers. Knives. Swords. Who collects that kind of stuff . Reporter once there was a quiet, little girl in a quiet, little town who liked to draw. She drew the butterflies that floated, quiet like her, around italy, texas. Spelled just like the country. But they pronounce it itly. She drew a butterfly in her art class when she was in elementary school. And all the little girls are like, oh, thats so good. Draw me one. Draw me one. Reporter her name was Samantha Michelle nance, but everybody called her shelley. And her mother, cynthia, loves to tell this story about her. Everybody was just so impressed with her butterfly that she said, well, i think im gonna be an artist cause i think i can do this. You know . So she just started honing her her artistic talent from that point. She would draw everything, anything, everything. She just loved to draw. And shed draw and draw and draw. Reporter shelley was different than the other girls at school. And at home, said her dad, sam. The o
There was the boyfriend, fascinated with weapons. He had daggers. Knives. Swords. Who collects that kind of stuff . Reporter there was the guy always hoping to get her attention. Reporter once there was a quiet, little girl in a quiet, little town who liked to draw. She drew the butterflies that floated, quiet like her, around italy, texas. Spelled just like the country. But they pronounce it itly. She drew a butterfly in her art class when she was in elementary school. And all the little girls are like, oh, thats so good. Draw me one. Draw me one. Reporter her name was Samantha Michelle nance, but everybody called her shelley. And her mother, cynthia, loves to tell this story about her. Everybody was just so impressed with her butterfly that she said, well, i think im gonna be an artist cause i think i can do this. You know . So she just started honing her her artistic talent from that point. She would draw everything, anything, everything. She just loved to draw. And shed draw and dr
Police zero in on three students. The dead girls friends. Texting her on the phone. Shes weirding me out. Her boyfriend. He had daggers, knives. Swords. Who collects that kind of stuff . Soon a dark picture begins to develop. Thats why this whole thing happened. A portrait of the artist as a young killer. Theres an evil in there. Quiet, little girl in a quiet, little town who liked to draw. Reporter once there was a quiet, little girl in a quiet, little town who liked to draw. She drew the butterflies that floated, quiet like her, around italy, texas. Spelled just like the country. But they pronounce it itly. She drew a butterfly in her art class when she was in elementary school. And all the little girls are like, oh, thats so good. Draw me one. Draw me one. Reporter her name was Samantha Michelle nance, but everybody called her shelley. And her mother, cynthia, loves to tell this story about her. Everybody was just so impressed with her butterfly that she said, well, i think im gonna