Chapter 1: The Rise of Tricia Boudet
Tricia Boudet was a force to be reckoned with in the small town of Apple, Texas. As a true crime sleuth, she had carved out a niche for herself as the administrator of a popular true crime forum called “Scale The Truth.” With her years of experience as a small town radio DJ, sharp wit and relentless determination, she had amassed a loyal and modestly large following of true crime enthusiasts who hung on her every word.
The forum was a double-edged sword; while it provided a platform for discussing unsolved cases and sharing theories, it also became a breeding ground for misinformation and vitriol. Tricia thrived on the drama, often stirring the pot by promoting her own theories and attacking anyone who dared to disagree with her. She did this using multiple sock accounts to engage lurkers to join the platform.
“Anyone who doesn’t see the truth is just part of the problem,” she would often say, her nappy dark blonde hair framing her face as she typed furiously at her keyboard. “We need to expose the lies and hold people accountable for what they do.”
Her followers adored her, but the line between advocacy and obsession blurred. Tricia’s need for validation and control drove her to extremes and she began to spread lies and propaganda about those she deemed unworthy.
Chapter 2: The Dark Side of the Forum
As the forum grew in popularity, so did the chaos. Tricia encouraged her followers to take action against those who disagreed with her. “If you see someone spreading false information, don’t hesitate to report them. Hold these people accountable. They have no business in true crime,” she urged, her voice dripping with conviction.
It wasn’t long before her followers began to take her words to heart. They swatted individuals who dared to voice dissenting opinions, sending police to their homes under false pretenses. The fear and paranoia in the small town of Apple, Texas began to rise, but Tricia reveled in the power she wielded.
One evening, as she scrolled through the forum, she stumbled upon a post by a victim’s advocate named Niloofar Hosseini. Niloofar had been working tirelessly to support families affected by crime and her compassionate approach resonated with many in the true crime community. But to Tricia, Niloofar represented everything she despised—a voice of reason that challenged her narrative.
“Let’s expose her for the fraud she is,” Tricia typed, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “She’s just trying to make a name for herself while the real victims suffer. True crime has no place for this type of disgrace. This woman is a psycho and a stalker. We must let everyone know about her before she destroys more lives. Law enforcement needs to act on every information we give them about her and others like her. She’s gross, disgusting, a horrible writer, and a con artist. I just wish these advocates would disappear.”
The comments flooded in and soon, Tricia’s followers began to harass Niloofar online. The vitriol escalated and Tricia felt a rush of satisfaction as her influence grew, even bouncing up and down in her chair as the excitement grew getting off to the chaos.
Chapter 3: The Disappearances Begin
As the weeks passed, a chilling pattern emerged in Apple. Victim’s advocates began to disappear without a trace, leaving the community on edge. Rumors circulated and fear gripped the town. Tricia, however, saw it as an opportunity to further her agenda.
“Clearly, there’s a cover-up happening. I think most of these true crime wannabes messed with the wrong families or realized they have no place in true crime. 302? Would be nice if that happened,” she proclaimed on her forum. “These advocates weren’t silenced because they were getting too close to the truth. They are faking their disappearances for fame and most of those people expressing concerns are them using stolen identities. We must let the authorities know.”
Her followers in her forum rallied around her, eager to support her theories. But as the disappearances continued, a sense of dread settled over the town itself and on the true crime forum. People began to wonder if Tricia’s actions were somehow connected to the growing chaos.
One night, as Tricia sat in her dimly lit room surrounded by Sword of Truth memorabilia, she received a message from an anonymous user. “Are you involved in these disappearances, Tricia Boudet? People are starting to talk. You, SillyKelly, NadiaN, and Watertink. People are starting to talk. Your jealousy is showing.”
The message sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly dismissed it, convincing herself that it was just another attempt to undermine her. But the seed of doubt had been planted.
Chapter 4: The Investigation
As the police began to investigate the disappearances, they turned their attention to the true crime forum. Detective Mike Pry, a seasoned investigator with over 20 years experience, had seen the impact of social media on cases before. He knew that the forum could either help or hinder their investigation.
“Let’s take a look at this ‘Scale The Truth’ forum,” he said to his partner, Officer Paula Griffith. “If there’s any connection to the victims, we need to find it. I’ve received anonymous tips from someone who claims to read this forum. Let’s start here.”
They spent hours combing through posts, noting the patterns of harassment and the growing hostility directed at the advocates. Detective Pry felt a sense of urgency; the more they uncovered, the clearer it became that Tricia was at the center of the storm.
“Look at this,” Officer Paula Griffith pointed to a post where Tricia had encouraged her followers to confront Niloofar Hosseini, the missing girl. “Do you see this? This could be a motive here.”
The post said: “If you see anyone going after me or my forum, make them pay. Do whatever it takes, even if it means swatting them or digging up dirt to link them to crimes. False info is fine, but try to make some connection between them to the crimes. We need to shut these victim advocates up; they don’t belong in true crime. We do more for solving crimes than anyone online and work hard from home. We’re the loudest voices and nobody can stop us. Let’s make them pay, especially that ISIS terrorist troll true crime wannabe fraud Niloofar Hosseini!” Tricia shared this out of anger, hoping to get her true crime followers fired up to take action.
An additional post read “Let’s expose Niloofar as a troll and the pathetic leader of the Iran Con Crew. Ball and socket to the face—she’s a vile piece of shit and disgusting! My fist to her face. My son is innocent and was cleared by police. She tried ruining his life for another lying con artist who falsely accused my son of stalking and murdering her daughter.” Jennifer Vanginkel, mother of convicted felon and murderer Keenan Johnson, shouted.
Detective Pry nodded, his mind racing. “We need to bring her in for questioning. I think she knows something—a lot more than she lets on.”
Chapter 5: Confrontation
The next day, Tricia was surprised when the police arrived at her door. “Ms. Boudet, we need to ask you some questions regarding the disappearances of several victim’s advocates. Do you know anything about Niloofar Hosseini?” Detective Pry said, his tone serious.
Tricia feigned innocence, her heart racing. “I don’t know anything about what is going on. I’m just trying to help people find the truth. From my understanding these people weren’t advocates. Niloofar—Niloofar Hosseini wasn’t that’s for sure.”
“Miss Boudet, your forum has been linked to harassment and intimidation of these advocates, including Miss Hosseini,” Paula added, crossing her arms. “We aren’t trying to create any problems for you. We are just doing our job. We need to know what you know.”
Tricia’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way to deflect their questions. “I’m just an investigator. I report the news, I don’t make it. You don’t have a warrant so you don’t need to question me. What about Niloofar Hosseini’s sock accounts? I’m the victim, not her.”
But the detectives weren’t buying her act. They pressed her for information and as the interrogation continued, Tricia felt the walls closing in. She realized that her actions had consequences and the facade she had built was crumbling.
Chapter 6: The Descent into Paranoia
As the investigation continued, Tricia became increasingly paranoid. She felt like she was being watched and every notification on her phone sent her heart racing. The fear of being implicated in the disappearances consumed her, and she began to lash out at her followers shortly before blaming victims for their own deaths.
“Anyone who questions my loyalty is a traitor,” she posted, her anger spilling over. “We need to stay united against the real enemy here. The stalkers who harass me and all of you for telling the truth. All of these advocates weren’t for helping with crimes. They aren’t investigators and we need to make sure the public is aware of this.”
But her words fell on deaf ears. Many of her followers began to distance themselves, realizing that Tricia’s obsession had crossed a line. The community she had built was fracturing and the paranoia only fueled her ego driven angst even more.
One night, as she sat alone in her room, she received another anonymous message. “You’re in over your head, Tricia. People are starting to connect the dots. You aren’t innocent. Your hands are very dirty in this. We aren’t fools. You are the fool and most are laughing at you.”
The message sent chills down her spine. She felt trapped in a web of her own making and the darkness that had once empowered her was now suffocating.
Chapter 7: The Breaking Point
The following week, the police made a breakthrough in their investigation. They discovered that one of the missing advocates had been seen arguing with Tricia shortly before her disappearance at a crime event. The evidence was mounting and the pressure was on.
Detective Pry and Officer Griffith decided to pay Tricia another visit. This time, they arrived with a search warrant signed by Judge Ingram. “Ms. Boudet, we have arrived with a warrant and we’re here to search your premises for any evidence related to the disappearances,” Pry announced.
Tricia’s heart raced as they began to comb through her belongings. She felt a mix of fear and anger. “You can’t do this! What are you doing? I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m going to sue you for this you fucking pigs. You have the wrong person, I’m the victim.”
“Tell that to the families of the missing advocates,” Paula shot back, her eyes narrowing.
As they searched, they uncovered a trove of messages that revealed Tricia’s involvement in the harassment of the victims. The evidence was damning and Tricia knew her time was running out.
Chapter 8: The Collapse
As the investigation closed in, Tricia’s mental state deteriorated. She felt angry, isolated, and betrayed by those she once considered allies. The walls of her world were crumbling and she was left with nothing, but her rage.
In a fit of desperation, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She crafted a plan to silence anyone who could expose her. “If I can’t have control over this situation, then I’ll make sure no one can,” she muttered to herself, her mind racing with dark thoughts.
She reached out to true crime podcaster Mike Martinez, creator and host of The Sword Sleuth, a popular true crime podcast to unveil her narrative and theories. As a longtime friend of Tricia Boudet, Martinez reveled in the sensationalism and enjoyed both the chase and the grift. He offered Tricia a platform to weave a web of deceit, downplaying her involvement in the advocates' disappearances while attempting to cast her as a tragic figure or some sort of true crime savior.
“Tricia, share your story. These internet losers, I mean unknowns who keep vanishing—did they attack, libel, and stalk you because you disagreed with their views on a crime case or were they trying to silence you?” Martinez asked, his curiosity piqued.
"That's exactly what they did! I've been busting my butt from home on these cases and these wannabe detectives think they can just jump online and play investigator. These advocates sent me death threats under their sock accounts. Law enforcement listens to me; they do what I say and act on all information I share with them. It's wild how I'm painted as the bad guy when I do more than most cops. I’m always right and I always help. I'm actually respected in the true crime community and you of all people know it!" Tricia yelled as her mind raced with both excitement and dark thoughts.
Tricia sought to enlist anyone she could to discredit Niloofar, including stalkers fixated on the missing advocate, one of whom was Mitch Odegard.
“I am a victim of Niloofar Hosseini. I'm convinced she's the reason I'm being stalked by Ben Valo and Joe Mann. She’s stalking me too. I've faced numerous harassment charges and even spent time in both the jail and a psychiatric ward because of her. I was obsessed with her for good reason. I was diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic because of her. I can’t find a job because of her. I went completely bald because of her. I hate her and wish she was dead. She’s a dumb, narcissistic whore and I just may end up killing her myself. She probably faked her disappearance to become famous only she’s infamous. Ever since she ignored my messages and called me a psychopath my life has been in ruins. I can’t find a job and I’m living off government money including Covid-19 relief in the thousands of dollars to get by. I truly despise her. I am a victim of her actions. I'm going to sue her just like I will sue Ben Valo and Joe Mann. I’m going to sue Clark Zucker and Facetext and Elon Cask and Y too. They all owe me for pain and suffering they caused me. Niloofar ruins lives! I have a PassMoneyMe account. It’s Mitch.Odegard.Homeless.Portland. Donate and help me sue them all!” Odegard declared with a mix of hatred and excitement.
"You are highly respected, Tricia and everyone values your input. You've done so much to support victims and their families. I’ll do anything for you, Tricia. You are innocent. Those internet nobodies are the real monsters, the real criminals,” Martinez exclaimed.
But as she plotted her revenge, the weight of her actions began to haunt her. The faces of the missing advocates flashed before her eyes and for the first time, she felt a flicker of guilt.
Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation
One night, as Tricia sat alone in her home, she received a knock at the door. It was Detective Pry and Officer Griffith, their expressions serious.
“Ms. Boudet, we need to talk,” Mike said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
“You have no right to be here. Get out of my house you pigs!” Tricia shouted, her anger boiling over.
“Miss Boudet, we have strong evidence linking you to the disappearances,” Paula said firmly. “Hands behind your back. Tricia Boudet—you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed to you. If you do not want to talk to us without a lawyer present, you have that right too. Do not resist. Hands behind your back. Do not resist authority or you will be tased.”
Tricia felt a surge of panic. “Get your hands off of me you fucking pigs. These cuffs are too tight. You don’t understand. I was just trying to expose the truth. I only exposed the truth. These advocates are extremely mentally ill, violent, and dangerous. Why am I being targeted? I’m innocent.”
“By harassing innocent people? Do not resist,” Officer Pry replied, his voice steady. “It isn’t helping you or your case against you. You’ve crossed a line and it’s time to face the consequences. Walk.”
In that moment, Tricia realized she had lost control. The web of lies she had spun was unraveling, and she was left with nothing but the truth of her actions.
Chapter 10: The Descent into Madness
As Tricia Boudet was taken into custody, the weight of her choices crashed down on her. She was charged with harassment, conspiracy, and involvement in the disappearances of the advocates. The media frenzy that followed painted her as a villain and the community she had once manipulated turned against her.
“Tricia Boudet, once a respected independent true crime investigator with the largest true crime forum online has incited a mob to target multiple missing young women who served as advocates in various crime cases. Tricia Boudet embodies a monstrous persona—she is a farce and a communal narcissist. Such animosity has no place in the true crime community,” asserted 108 News Analyst Megan Wogan.
“Don’t even get me started on Tricia Boudet. She’s pure evil—there’s no denying it. She’s not a Websleuth, she’s a demon. She knew exactly what she was doing and is fully aware of who she is, which is nothing short of malevolent. Her actions are utterly vile. If prison doesn’t change her, perhaps Hell will, because I hope she goes straight there along with all those who supported her,” victims advocate Toni Sweren stated to Gold News Media.
“Tricia Boudet is a deeply problematic figure. The lives she has impacted are significant. Because of her actions and those of similar individuals, advocates have faced severe challenges and tragically, some have lost their lives after being targeted by her large and unstable following. It’s concerning how much influence this true crime Karen wields. Her behavior raises serious questions about the responsibility that comes with such power. This situation highlights the potential dangers of social media,” stated SWN Network Analyst Ashley St. Clair.
In the confines of her cell, Tricia’s mind spiraled into chaos. The darkness that had fueled her obsession now consumed her and she was left alone with her thoughts. The faces of the advocates haunted her dreams and the guilt became unbearable.
Days turned into weeks and as she awaited trial, Tricia’s mental state deteriorated. She became a shell of her former self, trapped in a cycle of despair and regret.
Chapter 11: The Breaking Point
One night, in the depths of her despair, Tricia had a moment of clarity. She realized that her actions had consequences far beyond her own life. The pain she had inflicted on others had come back to haunt her and she felt a desperate need for redemption.
Desperate to be heard, she began to write letters to the families of the missing advocates, expressing her remorse and seeking forgiveness.
As she poured her heart onto the pages, she felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps there was a chance for redemption, even for someone like her.
"You’re on the right path now, Tricia. If you can let go of the anger you’re holding onto, you might have a chance at parole or even early release in the future. I’ll get you pens and paper shortly. If you truly want to change and do good, just begin—don’t overthink it," jail guard JB Stipp advised. "You’re making the right choice by being less angry. You need to accept that everyone has a right to an opinion on something including crime cases."
Chapter 12: The Trial
When the day of her trial arrived, Tricia stood before Judge Ingram, her heart racing. The courtroom was filled with the families of the advocates, their eyes filled with both pain and anger. She felt the weight of their gazes and for the first time, she understood the impact of her actions.
Yasmeen Hosseini stepped up to the podium. “My sister had every right to her opinion on the Morgan Huntley case. She worked tirelessly, interviewing Morgan’s family and friends. Mrs. Boudet took everything from us. Her refusal to accept differing views incited violence against my sister, ultimately leading to her murder. Mrs. Boudet is a fraud, a grifter, a phony, and a deceitful armchair investigator. She distorts crime cases for her own gain. Her reckless actions resulted in my sister being taken from us by one of her deranged supporters. Tricia deserves to be held accountable.”
Yasmeen's voice trembled with sadness and anger as she turned to Tricia, saying, “How could you do this to us? Did you even think about the consequences? You broke so many hearts. My sister is gone because of you.” After her statement, Yasmeen left the podium and exited the courtroom.
As the prosecution laid out their case, Tricia’s heart sank. She listened to the testimonies of those affected by her actions and the reality of her choices hit her like a freight train.
When it was her turn to speak, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused. I was lost in my own anger and hatred and I let it consume me. I never meant for anyone to get hurt because of me.”
Her words were met with silence and she felt the weight of their judgment. But she knew she had to speak her truth, no matter the consequences.
Chapter 13: The Sentence
The judge delivered the verdict and Tricia was sentenced to 25 years in prison with the possibility of parole. Following a comprehensive investigation, it was ascertained that several members of her entourage had perpetrated the kidnapping and murder of various advocates, including Niloofar Hosseini. Tricia was found to have incited these heinous acts and was subsequently adjudicated and sentenced by the court.
As she sat in her cell, she realized that her journey toward redemption was just beginning. She had a long road ahead, but she was determined to change.
In prison, Tricia began to participate in programs focused on rehabilitation and self-reflection. She attended therapy sessions and support groups, learning to confront her past and the hatred that had consumed her.
With each passing day, she felt a sense of clarity and purpose. She began to write, documenting her experiences and the lessons she had learned. It was a way to process her emotions and seek forgiveness for her actions.
Chapter 14: The Path to Redemption
As Tricia worked to rebuild her life, she found solace in helping others while behind bars. She encouraged others to support victims of crime and advocated for mental health awareness.
Through her work, she met people who had faced their own struggles and she found strength in their stories. The connections she formed helped her heal and she realized that she could use her experiences to make a difference.
One day, she met a woman named Mayra, who was in prison for beating her ex husband to death. They bonded over their shared experiences and Tricia felt a sense of purpose in supporting Mayra through her grief.
"What exactly did you do to end up here?" Mayra asked, intrigued. "You don’t seem like the type I would expect to be in this place. How did you get here?"
"I didn't really do anything. The authorities just think I did. I'm the victim here," Tricia said, her voice laced with excitement and deceit, downplaying her actions and believing she was innocent.
"That makes two of us. I’m also innocent and a victim. Seems like all of the judges are racist. I'm here because our president is fueled by racism and has a deep-seated hatred for Hispanics. He hates Mexicans," Mayra responded.
The Future Beckons
Tricia was granted early release for good behavior, departing from prison several years ahead of her original sentence. As she stepped through the prison doors to say goodbye to the walls that once confined her, she instinctively touched the grass and experienced a profound revelation about her true purpose in life. In that moment, she recognized that her anger had subsided and it was her opportunity to thrive—without resorting to violence against innocent individuals.
Years later, Tricia stood before a crowd at a true crime event called Trime, sharing her story of transformation. The audience listened intently as she spoke about the importance of forgiveness and the power of second chances.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Tricia knew that her journey was far from over. She would continue to advocate for those in need, using her voice to inspire change and promote understanding. She even started Scale The Truth up again.
“We stand by you, Tricia. You made a mistake. I committed murder, theft, and God forgives me too,” Keenan Johnson said directly to Tricia after her speech. “To be honest, you did Niloofar and the other wannabes a favor. No one supports any of the Iran Con Crew,” he added. “Gotta Go!” Keenan Johnson said as he was led away in handcuffs for transport back to prison.
And in the end, as she looked out at the crowd which consisted of law enforcement and crime enthusiasts, she felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that she had finally found her place in the world—a place filled with both compassion and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
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