The most unsettling observation occurred during a medical examination. A nurse named Patricia Hollis was drawing blood from one of the older boys when she noticed something unusual. The blood was darker than normal, almost brown, and clotted within seconds of leaving the vein. Even more alarming was the boy’s reaction; he didn’t flinch, didn’t cry, didn’t even seem to notice the needle. But the moment his blood touched the glass vial, every other child in the building turned to look at him. They stood simultaneously from where they were sitting and began to move toward him slowly, silently, as if drawn by an invisible thread. The staff locked the doors before the children could gather. But for the next six hours, they huddled against the doors, palms pressed against the wood, waiting. The boy whose blood had been drawn sat alone in the examination room, completely still, staring at the ceiling. When the gates finally reopened, the children returned to their circle as if nothing had happened. The blood sample was sent to a laboratory in Richmond. It was lost in transit. A follow-up sample was never taken.
At the end of July, the state made a decision. The children would be separated and transferred to different facilities in Virginia and Kentucky. It was the only way, they argued, to break the bond that united them and give them a chance at a normal life. Margaret Dunn opposed the decision, as did several members of the medical staff, but the state proceeded. On August 2, 1968, the children were loaded into separate vehicles and taken to different locations. That night, every facility reported the same thing: the children stopped eating and moving. They sat in their rooms, staring at the walls, humming that same low, resonant tone. Three days later, two of the children were found dead in their beds. The cause of death could not be determined. Their bodies showed no signs of trauma, illness, or suffering. They had simply ceased to live. By the end of the week, four more had died. The state reversed its decision. The surviving children were reunited, and the deaths stopped.
The state of Virginia didn’t know what to do with the children who died separated from their families and thrived together. There was no precedent, protocol, or legal framework for a situation that shouldn’t have been possible. So they did what institutions always do when faced with the inexplicable: they covered it up. In September 1968, Dalhart’s remaining eleven children were moved to a private institution in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The place was called Riverside Manor, though there was no river nearby and it was far from a mansion. It was a converted sanatorium, built in the 1920s for tuberculosis patients. Abandoned in the 1950s, it was quietly reopened under a state contract for cases that were meant to disappear. The children were housed in an isolated wing. There were no other patients, no visitors, just a rotating staff of well-paid nurses and caregivers who were asked not to discuss their work.
The official registry listed the institution as a group home for children with intellectual disabilities. The unofficial truth was that Riverside Manor was a holding cell for a problem the state couldn’t solve and didn’t want exposed. For the next seven years, the Dalhart children lived in that facility. They are older, but not in a normal way. Medical records show their growth was erratic. Some years they grew several inches. Other years they didn’t grow at all. Their physical development didn’t match their apparent age. The boy who looked 19 when they were found still looked 19 in 1975. The youngest girl, who should have been 11 by then, still looked no older than seven. Blood tests were inconclusive. Genetic testing, primitive in the early 1970s, showed abnormalities the lab couldn’t classify. Their DNA contained sequences that didn’t match any known human marker. A geneticist who reviewed the samples noted that certain segments resembled developmental remnants, traits that should have been eliminated from the human genome years ago. He was asked not to publish his findings. He agreed.
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