Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 14

A memorial to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after more than 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Chapter 39 – Universal Traveller
Chapter 40 – Caught in the Headlights
Acknowledgements for Part 14


Chapter 39: Universal Traveller

Newsletter article April 25th 1988

Murder Story: Article published in the April 25th 1988 edition of the News Letter newspaper in the aftermath of Inga-Maria’s murder. This was the first time a photo of Inga-Maria was ever published. Note the misspelling of her surname as “Hausser” and the erroneous information that her father’s name was “Hans Hausser” when in fact it was Josef Hauser and the incorrect claim that she was “believed to be hitch-hicking (sic) around Northern Ireland” when she had in fact never hitchhiked anywhere


In this sprawling landscape
How’d you know just where I’d be?

Real Estate – ‘Horizon’


Something I have dwelled on a great deal is the distance between what’s known and what’s unknown in the case – and my underlying desire to find a way to bridge the gap between that crucial chasm. In an interview published in 2012 the detective leading the investigation, Detective Chief Superintendent Raymond Murray told RTE Crime correspondent and author Barry Cummins exactly what the police need in order to be able to advance the investigation into Inga-Maria’s murder, “What we need is the piece of information which helps to put all of this into proper perspective, that might help us understand the chain of events that brought Inga-Maria from Larne to Ballypatrick Forest, and that we learn what happened on that journey, be it on the coast road or an inland road en route which completes the picture”.

Inga-Maria knew no one in Northern Ireland, and she knew no one in the Irish Republic either. No one anticipated her arrival in Larne on the night of April 6th 1988. There was no one expecting her to arrive in Belfast that night by a certain time and therefore no one in a position to raise the alarm when she didn’t arrive. It is my information that those responsible for her brutal murder encountered her onboard the Galloway Princess. But how is it that they managed to notice her in the first place when almost none of the 420 other passengers aboard had?

I find it incredible that out of the 422 people on board the ferry that night, a mere two people (who were traveling together, so not even two separate people) were the only ones who reported spotting Inga-Maria at any point during the ferry crossing. I recently discovered some facts that are not widely-known – and these are indeed facts – verified facts, not just the sort of urban myths and Chinese whispers that have dogged this case, which I can reveal here. I have learned in recent times that as Inga-Maria was entering the ferry terminal in Stranraer on the evening of April 6th 1988 for the ferry journey that would unwittingly change the course of her life irrevocably, the two people who would later spot her on board the ferry had accidentally bumped into her as she was approaching the doors that led to the walkway up to the ferry. They were two women from Northern Ireland, one young woman and one older woman, who immediately followed Inga-Maria up the stairwell and onto the ferry. And what’s more, each of these two women separately spotted Inga-Maria at points during the crossing, and furthermore in two very different parts of the ferry, which is also something I had not been aware of until only recently.

The first sighting of her on the ferry itself was when the older woman saw Inga-Maria opening a door that led to the lounge, and watched as she crossed the lounge. She was still on her own but – and this is very interesting – she was without her backpack and any of her other bags. Bear in mind that her backpack and bags contained her expensive camera, her diary, her passport, and all her other belongings. Would she – would you – leave such essential and valuable personal items totally unguarded in a public place with more than 400 people in the vicinity, none of whom you knew? I know that I wouldn’t have. I consider it most unlikely she would have left those items unguarded, even just for a few minutes while she visited the lavatory or wherever it was that she was going when she crossed the lounge. It has never been established for certain but I consider it likely that she left her belongings with one or more people who had befriended her onboard the ferry, and considering these people have never come forward or made themselves known to investigators, I consider it highly likely that if that was so, then that person or persons included her killer or killers.

The second time Inga-Maria was spotted onboard the Galloway Princess that night was actually up on deck, and this sighting was made by the young Northern Irish woman who had followed her directly on to the ferry when boarding in Stranraer earlier that evening. This time Inga-Maria had gone up on deck for some fresh air and to take in the sight of the Irish Sea as the ferry made its way towards the port of Larne. The young woman, whose name is known to me but whom I have not spoken with so I shall refrain from naming as her name has never been published anywhere, saw Inga-Maria lifting up the ferry’s on-deck telescope through which a clearer view of the approaching land could be made. Again, Inga-Maria was alone and again she did not have her backpack or any of her additional bags with her. With the exception of a sighting made by a third female passenger aboard the ferry that night of Inga-Maria entering a lorry as the ferry docked in Larne, a sighting that wasn’t reported until 2005 and which has never been confirmed to have been Inga-Maria (this sighting I discussed earlier in Part 3 of The Keeley Chronicles) that was the last time she was ever seen alive.

Imagine being one of those women, imagine knowing in the aftermath of her murder that you very briefly crossed paths with someone who was about to be erased from this existence in such a tragic and shocking way, and in such a standalone case that the news of the release of her singing and playing guitar, something not heard before in Ireland or the UK became the lead item on the main evening UTV News on November 2nd 2017, almost thirty years after the murder. Imagine knowing that that night aboard the Galloway Princess that you were that close to the truth behind one of the most baffling murder mysteries of the last three decades, and yet still even for those women the precise truth of what followed remains tantalisingly out of reach. What would have seemed such mundane moments for them at the time – accidentally bumping into someone as they entered the ferry terminal in Stranraer, following her onto the ferry, later seeing her crossing the ferry lounge, and later still seeing her up on deck gazing out in wonder, hope and expectation towards the land she would barely set foot on before her life was so brutally taken. These apparently mundane moments were to become some of the most important and memorable details of those women’s own lives, for it’s not every day or even every decade that you become one of the only witnesses to have observed at least part of a sequence of events that are still making news headlines thirty years later.

All the same though, even considering the fact that due to the two Northern Irish women accidentally bumping into Inga-Maria as she entered the ferry terminal in Stranraer and them subsequently following her directly onto the ferry itself making it more likely that they would remember her, I still think it very strange that no one else among the hundreds of passengers later tracked down and questioned by the then-RUC reported having seen her on board the ferry. She was strikingly good-looking, and more unusual still she was a lone young woman, an 18 year-old tourist travelling to a region that was at that time in the midst of a vicious internecine conflict. How the hell could she not have been spotted by more people? Two out of 422? I know from the correspondence I have received that I’m not alone in finding that ridiculous.

Newsletter April 21st 1988 sidebar

Inside: From the April 21st 1988 edition of the News Letter newspaper. This was the first-ever newspaper report of Inga-Maria’s murder


Don’t believe his heart, I beg you please it lies
There’s murder in the eyes of men and treason in the sky

She crossed the room in honour and took his words in vain
He smiled the smile of murder
And in his head, shook his hand

The House of Love – ‘32nd Floor’


Another point I’ve mulled over a lot is relevant to the title of this chapter – Universal Traveller, which is the title of an excellent, eerie song by the French band Air and a piece of music that always makes me think of what it might have been like on board the Galloway Princess that night. For one thing, that’s what Inga was – a universal traveller. She could’ve been anyone – anyone’s daughter, anyone’s sister, anyone’s friend. To me she’s symbolic of young people everywhere with hopes and dreams setting off on their first journey abroad. Except where the vast majority of them will return home, ready to regale with their tales of the road, Inga never did and never will.

The murder of Inga-Maria Hauser is as I said at the beginning of Part 1 of The Keeley Chronicles, the only case of its kind – the only sexually-motivated murder of a tourist in Northern Irish history. But for the individual who drove her off that ferry and whoever else who may have accompanied him, she arrived totally unnoticed in Northern Ireland on the night she died and instead of receiving the warm Irish greeting she deserved, was instead subjected to a horrendous ordeal, which has long since left a significant shadow hanging in its wake and which will never be resolved for as long as her killers and those shielding them carry on denying her justice like they denied her her life. And yet although Inga may have been ‘just’ one person, she is in a way every backpacker, every overseas explorer, every human being who ventures outdoors to see the other side of this life. Not an hour goes by where I don’t think of her, and I know there are likewise so many people out there all across Northern Ireland who have never forgotten her, not least John Dallat who has campaigned long and hard for answers and justice on Inga-Maria’s behalf. I notice that she’s particularly on my mind whenever I’m in a train station or at a bus depot or in an airport, any of those places with a transitory ambience, that palpable melancholy atmosphere that seems unique to those places, where so many people are constantly moving, fleetingly passing in transit on their way from one point to another and perhaps leaving only the faintest trace of their souls as they roam.


Chapter 40 – Caught in the Headlights

Newsletter article April 22nd 1988

Caught in the Headlines: From the April 22nd 1988 edition of the News Letter newspaper, this was among the first full-length articles on Inga-Maria’s murder. Note football legend George Best pictured alongside


So maybe you’re standing
In some foreign town
You’ve walked for miles
And your jeans and your curls
Are bleached and split

As the words on these pages
Maybe I’m reminded
Caught in the headlights
And I’m yelling it at you
Why is it girl
When the world is lit by lightning

So you’re ten miles out
Of this city at night
When do coloured lights
Become paint and glass and dust?
How I wonder
What light to trust?
The light of the distance
Or the candle that might just burn?

Moonshine and starlight
Pockets full of rainbows

It will call you
When the world knows your name

Deacon Blue – ‘The World Is Lit By Lightning’


The one thing that has always puzzled me most about Inga-Maria’s murder isn’t the fact that she had seemingly taken a lift on the night of her death – even though that was something considered very much out-of-character, and actually unnecessary (due to her being in possession of a valid Interrail pass) and as a result something that has long baffled the detectives investigating her case. No. I felt I could relatively easily rationalise and envisage the sort of scenario that would have given rise to her diverting from her established code of practice, one I’ve outlined in a theory I spoke of in an interview I gave the Belfast Telegraph in July 2017. Inga-Maria’s last-ever diary entry written in Stranraer before boarding the ferry began with the heartbreaking words “Wonder where I stay tonight?”, and this I feel makes it at the very least conceivable that she would have been receptive to an offer of a lift specifically to a B&B or a hostel, considering it was night-time when the ferry docked at Larne and had she caught the train from Larne Harbour as planned it would have been approximately 11pm when she would have arrived at Belfast’s York Road station, far from an ideal time to arrive in a totally-unfamiliar city, especially considering it was in the middle of a war and she was an 18 year-old girl on her own with no friends or family there to call on, and bearing in mind this was an age long before smartphones and Google Maps made navigation of an unfamiliar territory so much easier.

No, what mystifies me more than anything else in this story is one very striking and very unusual anomaly, something I consider so unlikely as to be possibly unprecedented in the annals of criminal history. How could Inga-Maria be the only tourist ever to have been the victim of a sexually-motivated murder in the province? The extent of ruthlessness and savagery and the degree of confidence, arrogance even, deployed in the course of her battery and murder point to an individual or individuals who have committed such a crime at the very least once before, possibly numerous times. In all my many years of reading True Crime I have not once encountered a killer or killers who were ‘The finished article’ from the get-go, whose murderous methods emerged fully-honed and developed to the extent that Inga’s killer or killers were. And yet, in 1988 there was simply no precedent in Northern Ireland – and what’s more, in all the years since there’s been no subsequent instance – of a sexually-motivated murder of a tourist taking place there. And furthermore, police went to the trouble in the last decade of painstakingly compiling a list of approximately 1000 ‘male nominals’ considered by them to be the individuals most likely to be capable of a crime involving sexual violence against a woman, on the basis of a previous conviction or due to having come into consideration in some way during the incredibly long-running investigation, and yet even in a geographical area as small as that of Northern Ireland, and with all of the geographical and behavioural profilers enlisted by the PSNI reportedly united in their belief that the offender or offenders were “very local” to the area where her body was eventually discovered, still the identity of the “crime scene donor” as the PSNI have pointedly described the man whose DNA profile they possess proved frustratingly, maddeningly elusive. For months I had put the various permutations of this equation to work in my mind. And time and time again I arrived back where I’d started. She couldn’t have been the first, the last, the only one. And yet the evidence shows that yes, she is.

The first, the last, and so far the only. Caught in the harsh headlights of history. Lured by the urge to wander, purged from the surface of the Earth, expiring in the expanse between the digits of the missing minutes that separate day and night from any afterlife. Squandered by a monster, the forever-frozen future of a universal traveller.



Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Acknowledgements for Part 14

Very special thanks to Gary Watson and someone who I shall refer to only as I.R.

‘Horizon’ written by Martin Courtney IV. Published by Domino Publishing Company ©2014

‘32nd Floor’ written by Guy Chadwick. Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC ©1990

‘The World Is Lit By Lightning’ written by Ross/Prime. Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC ©1989

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 13

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after more than 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in police history

By Keeley Moss


Chapter 37 – You Do Me Wrong
Chapter 38 – Begging You
Acknowledgements for Part 13


Chapter 37: You Do Me Wrong

Inga classic pic better quality

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you oh so long
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves

If you intend to be this way
It does the more enrapture me
And even so I still remain
A lover in captivity

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves

Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu
God, I pray he will prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me

Come once again and love me

Greensleeves (Trad.)


Inga Maria Hauser loved music. In the last part of The Keeley Chronicles I revealed for the first time that her favourite song was ‘Mocking Bird’ by Barclay James Harvest. Another fact that has never been in the public domain before now is that, like myself, she played guitar. She could also sing and loved to do so.

I have sought and received the permission of the Hauser family to make available, for the first time ever an extraordinary recording Inga Maria made of herself singing and playing guitar. For one thing it is the unprecedented sound of her voice, the voice that was permanently silenced the night she arrived in Northern Ireland by at least one person based in the rural area to the east of Ballymoney encompassing the villages of Cloughmills, Loughguile and Armoy. It is the sound of a voice and guitar-playing that never had the chance to be recorded in a professional studio, never had a chance to be heard on a concert stage or from a radio. It is a sound that never had the chance to reach beyond her Munich bedroom. Until now.

It is the saddest and most beautiful thing I have ever heard. And is all the more heart-wrenching for the fact that when it was recorded she could have had no idea that within a relatively short period of time from when she made this home recording the ordeal she would go through in County Antrim that would result in her life being taken after what had been up to then a joyous week spent sightseeing abroad on her own for the first and only time.

The song you will hear is ‘Greensleeves’, the traditional English folk song and tune. Hearing how Inga Maria handles the song indicates to me that she was someone who had a natural grasp of melody and was an instinctive interpreter of song, all then more so when you consider that the lyrics are not in her native language. The sparse, stark atmosphere and the acoustic finger-picking style in which she performs it is redolent of Nick Drake circa Pink Moon or the more tender and reflective moments on Suzanne Vega’s eponymous debut album. The recording is undated – I have tried to estimate an approximate timeframe for it, and my best guess would be sometime in 1986 or 1987.

It is the sound of a teenage girl alone in her bedroom, in the process of developing her music and honing her raw talent. And raw it is, but I think that makes it all the more human and all the more moving. There are none of the production tricks or sound engineering or mixing techniques involved in modern studio recordings, or even studio recordings as they were back in the 1980s. But there’s an expression I was once told that is particularly relevant where playing music is concerned, and that is “Less force, more power”. This is definitely the case where Inga Maria’s music is concerned. As you will hear, when the song first commences she sounds a little hesitant, like many people who haven’t been singing and playing guitar simultaneously for very long. But when she hits the chorus her voice suddenly arcs up into an incredibly-beautiful falsetto. “Less force, more power” is something sadly not understood by so many people who are overly familiar with The X Factor and TV shows of that ilk and who have seemingly come to think that the bombastic bawling and over-emotional caterwauling that passes for “singing” on those soulless shows is a guide to being a good vocalist. But singing in such a way divests a song of the pure motive of what music should be all about which I believe is simply singing your own truth in your own voice. It’s not about volume or range, it’s not about fake vocal mannerisms – what I call “vocal gymnastics” – it’s not about technical proficiency and being a virtuoso show-off, it’s not about flashy clothes, and it’s certainly not about becoming rich or facilitating a path to the ultimately fallow fields of fame. I consider Gram Parsons to be the greatest singer to have ever lived and yet he was totally untutored and never had a hit record in his life. But he possessed a voice of such spiritual transcendence that the writer Ben Fong Torres in describing the song ‘She’ on Gram’s 1972 solo album G.P said that merely hearing Gram singing the word “Hallelujah” in that song could convert someone to Christianity, such was the spirit and the emotional force with which he managed to convey that word in that song.

Music is the pursuit of truth through artistic expression. And the sound of Inga Maria Hauser singing ‘Greensleeves’ is about as true and artistically-expressive as it gets. Although it’s not her own composition I think she makes the song her own – no mean feat given that the song was written several hundred years ago. To my mind, singing is more than merely a means to convey the melody of a song and its lyrics – singing is the sound of the soul. I believe the human voice is a portal through which the soul can be seen. In other words, if you’re shallow or a lousy human being, that will be apparent from the sound of your voice if you sing. If you’re a person of depth and kindness, it will be equally evident from the sound of your singing voice. It can’t be concealed – whatever is there will be revealed. And so it is I think very much apparent from the sound of Inga Maria’s voice the kind of person she was.

It can be difficult to envisage now, and for some of the younger readers of this blog it might seem hard to believe at all but back in 1988 when Inga Maria was murdered there was no internet and it was so much harder for someone to release their music independently and have instant access to a potential audience of people around the world. I consider this recording the most precious thing I have ever come in contact with. It’s an incredible honour to have been granted the opportunity to make this available for the first time and although given the circumstances that brings with it a heavy responsibility, my light and my guide is the compass of compassion that has steered me throughout the creation and promotion of this blog.


Chapter 38 – Begging You

Inga 6

Inga Maria Hauser in her bedroom in Haidhausen, Munich. The very cassette deck on which she taped herself singing ‘Greensleeves’ can be seen to her left in this photo

Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid now there’s nowhere to hide
Now I’m begging you, begging you

Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name?
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane?
Can it make you remember, time is a place
Now I’m begging you, begging you

The Stone Roses – ‘Begging You’


When I was fifteen years old I read an interview in the NME with Deborah Curtis, the widow of Ian Curtis, lead singer of my favourite band the legendary Manchester group Joy Division, and in it she described him in a way that has never left my mind. To her he was “A doorway to another world”. And this recording of Inga Maria’s, taped in her bedroom on a long-ago day in the mid-1980s, I see in similar terms. For here is that very thing – “A doorway to another world”, that captured a moment in time that can never be repeated. A snapshot of a soul in motion, a poignant portrait of a person who was so viciously and ruthlessly erased from this life for no good reason. It was in the words of then Detective Superintendent Patrick Steele when speaking about Inga Maria’s case in 2005, “A stupid and pointless waste”.

That said I have agonised over when would be the right time to publish this recording, or even whether to publish it at all. It’s a heavy responsibility to handle something like this, and I want to be as certain as I can be that I’m handling it the right way. It can be a cruel and harsh world out there, and I know from experience the courage required to set foot on a stage or in a radio studio and put your voice, your heart and essentially your inner self on the line which then enables others to be in a position where they can critically maul you for it. And even though it isn’t my voice or my guitar playing on this recording, I have come to feel such a degree of protectiveness towards this person who is not around to defend herself nor has any family members who are in a position to publicly do so on her behalf. I’ve grappled with the question of whether or not I think Inga Maria would have welcomed the release of what I think is the best recording she made. It is impossible to know of course, but she made this recording to capture the sound of her music, and I would venture a guess that she would have liked the music she was in the process of making to reach a receptive audience. The alternative is it one day getting lost, or the tape degrading and never having the chance to be heard, and I think that would be a further tragedy. And heaven knows there’s enough tragedy involved in this case already.

Back in the 1980s the opportunity to release a cassette recording made in your bedroom simply would not have been possible, as you would have been reliant on a major or independent record label to sanction its release, which their corporate mentality wouldn’t have entertained. And of course the eighties with all of the high-gloss production values of that era was an even more difficult and uncomprehending environment for a creative artist to try and have material released that possessed such pure, raw and rudimentary elements. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, it is now possible to override the prohibitive gatekeepers of the music business and utilise this technology at my disposal to try to achieve something outside the remit of the music industry and their commerce-oriented machinery. I see this as a chance for Inga Maria to be seen in the wider world as more than just a murder victim. I have given a lot of thought to whether it would be of benefit to her memory to publish this, and I think it undoubtedly is. And I think it shows even more of her artistic potential and of what she could have gone on to do with her life had she been allowed to.

But I’ll admit there is another reason I’ve decided to publish it. And that’s because I think it might be the best chance yet as we approach the 30th anniversary of her murder – maybe the best chance there will ever be at this stage – of trying to convince the person shielding Inga Maria’s killers to find it in her heart to do the right thing before it’s too late. In doing so I’m appealing directly to that person, and I’m begging them – begging you – to do so for the sake of Inga Maria’s soul, and for your own soul, for your own humanity, to release the immense burden that you must have been carrying with you for almost thirty years now. What a thing to be able to achieve in your life to be the one to bring closure to the family of a murdered daughter and sister. It’s a cliché but its true, especially so in this case – “Better late than never”. Just look for that strength and you’ll find that strength – nothing matters more. It is beyond wrong to be prepared to exit this existence leaving this unresolved. The Hauser family need justice and Inga Maria’s soul must be crying out for it too. There must be some reason this is on my mind all the time, I’m an indie musician and writer from Dublin with no prior connection to Northern Ireland and no prior connection to Inga Maria. This isn’t some hobby of mine where I flit from case to case. I write about no other case, no other person. I haven’t made a cent from my work on it, it’s a labour of love. But I wouldn’t have spent the past eighteen months writing the 42,000 words of this blog and travelling the country in pursuit of it if I didn’t feel with every ounce of my being that this passion, and this person, is of vital importance.

Regular readers of The Keeley Chronicles may notice that I try and distinguish every instalment with a different photo of Inga Maria each time, and this part is a departure in that for the main cover image I’ve decided to reprise the most recognisable image of her, with I think good reason. For I feel that of all the parts of this blog, this is perhaps the most important yet, the one that maybe has the most potential of bringing about a breakthrough, maybe quietly behind the scenes. And so I want to make this part as recognisable as possible to give it the best chance possible of penetrating the areas it needs to reach. Despite the huge passage of time since 1988, a breakthrough in this case could still come at any time. It could come as a result of this blog, it could come as a result of one of John Dallat’s public appeals, or it could be triggered by something unrelated to either of us. Or it might not come at all. But there’s a saying, “Evil prospers when good men do nothing'”. I’m aware that all our efforts with this might be in vain. But I don’t care, I need to know I gave it everything.

And it’s not just me, everyone has a part to play in this. ‘People Power’ is something very real, when enough people are united behind a common cause it can bring about extraordinary results. And it’s abundantly clear to me by now that there are many thousands of people across Northern Ireland and in particular County Antrim who have a fervent interest in seeing that this poor soul gets justice in this life, and a degree of mercy she wasn’t afforded in her lonely death. Every share on social media, every comment, every view of this blog, every new article that gets published are all like individual rivulets of water that if conducted simultaneously have the potential to amount to a tsunami. Next April will see the 30th anniversary of Inga Maria’s murder. No inquest into her death has ever been held, and no one has ever been charged in relation to her murder. But those who are responsible are out there, in a cluster of villages so small you could walk through each of them in the space of a few minutes.

This blog has a worldwide audience – from the analytics section on the site I can see that people in 70 different countries around the world have read it. In particular it has a large following across Northern Ireland, and is widely read by thousands of people each month throughout County Antrim, many of whom share it via social media. It is those people I am again relying on to distribute this latest part, with the utmost gratitude, to increase the chances it will be seen by the small group of people in the rural area to the east of Ballymoney who know who murdered Inga Maria, and in particular the main protector of the killers. I’m begging that person to listen to this recording, listen to her extraordinary voice. Don’t let her song and her silent scream from beyond be in vain.

It will take two and a half minutes of your time.

Your pals took seventy years of hers.


Inga Maria Hauser – Vocals & Acoustic Guitar


Inga Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Acknowledgements for Part 13

With special thanks to the family of Inga Maria Hauser

I would like to acknowledge the continued support of the Belfast Telegraph and the following social media groups:
Things We Would Like To See In Ballycastle
Moving Forward in Northern Ireland
Unsolved Murder Cold Cases in Ireland

‘Begging You’ written by Squire/Brown and published by Publishing Designee ©1994 Geffen Records. Inc. an MCA Company

Note: ‘Greensleeves’ was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 12

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Chapter 35 - Writing to Reach You
Chapter 36 - Archives of Pain
Acknowledgements for Part 12


Chapter 35 – Writing to Reach You

Inga at a zoo sometime around 1981 or 1982 (with copyright notice)

And Then She Smiles: This newly-unearthed and previously-unpublished photo shows Inga Maria Hauser at a zoo in the early 1980’s (Hauser family collection)

We get older every year
But you don’t change…

I think about it every day
…and then I feel it

Teenage Fanclub – ‘Everything Flows’


Since posting Part 9 of The Keeley Chronicles in early April, there have been some unexpected developments behind the scenes that I count among the most meaningful since I began publishing this blog one year ago this week. One such development is that I was overjoyed and very moved to hear from Inga Maria Hauser’s nephew – the first member of the extended Hauser family to get in touch with me, after I had spent many months trying to track down Inga Maria’s mother in order to send her a parcel that included a letter I had written that I’d then typed and had gotten translated into German with the kind help of a friend who first came in contact with me through this blog.

Within just a few days of my first correspondence with Inga Maria’s nephew, I was surprised again, in a development that was completely-unconnected to the Hauser family, when I was contacted by a man named Walter who had been a teenage friend of Inga Maria’s in Munich. I was quickly able to establish he was telling the truth, and like I have done with Inga Maria’s nephew, it has meant a lot to be able to build a bond of trust with him. As with Inga Maria’s nephew, I have found him to be a lovely person.

Hearing from Inga Maria’s friend expanded things into another dimension for me, as here was someone who had actually known her and could attest to her character, the very first person I had contact with who was in a position to do so. But I couldn’t have known what was next in store…For in a further momentous development I then heard from Inga Maria’s sister, which meant so much to me, as she has never spoken to the press or been interviewed in the almost thirty years since Inga Maria’s murder and continues to shun all media contact. Out of respect for her privacy, I do not think it would be appropriate to divulge her name or anything she has said to me but I am very grateful to her for having gotten in touch.

I cherish the recollections about Inga Maria that Walter and her sister have shared with me and in the light of what happened to her in Northern Ireland all those years ago any such information is precious. In the course of our correspondence I have been able to find out things such as what was her favourite song which for me as a musician, songwriter and a massive music fan was one of the things I was most intrigued about. All the more so when I learned that her favourite song was ‘Mocking Bird’ by one of my own favourites Barclay James Harvest – a beautifully-orchestrated ballad with a melancholy, mournful air, a preference I think indicative of Inga Maria’s thoughtful, artistic nature. Here it is:


With Walter’s permission I am about to reveal some more of what has been communicated to me, for I feel it is of benefit to Inga Maria’s memory which has in the past been tarnished by some preposterous and deeply-disrespectful claims published by the Sunday World some years ago that I believe to have had not a shred of foundation to them, and which I have purposely avoided even referring to in this blog to date because I deem them not worthy of my nor anyone else’s time. Some other information I’ve been privy to and which I’d like to share with you now, in his words, “Inga was for sure one of the most charming and beloved persons I’ve ever met.” These are the words of someone who actually knew her and not the words of someone with an agenda to try sell newspapers off the back of scurrilous and ludicrous male fantasies involving a young woman who has already had her life so cruelly taken and didn’t in any way deserve for her dignity to be trampled on and ravaged in such a callous manner that is sadly a typical case of character assassination from a tabloid newspaper but one which is all the more reprehensible given the horrific circumstances of Inga Maria’s murder, the abominable mistreatment of her as a visitor to Irish shores and the inability of the authorities to bring charges against those responsible for the crimes inflicted on her for almost thirty years at the time of writing.

Furthermore Inga Maria’s friend later went on to say, “To know her means to love her. Most of your writings regarding her character I can verify. As far as I knew her, she’d never have gone with someone unfamiliar to her without a very very good reason. This is one of the disturbing facts in the case – how the hell she could get into such a terrible plight? Inga was not that dumb adventurer, she would never have gone with any person – even less persons (!) – that dangerous.” He added, “The most remarkable attributes of Inga were…her personality. Everyone felt comfortable in her attendance. I can’t remember any bad word.

Inga Maria’s dream was to travel – and in one of her last diary entries written in Scotland she wrote, “The day after tomorrow I’m going on to Ireland. I’m looking forward to that the best”. And then for her to be treated like that, almost immediately upon arrival? There are no words.

I’ll conclude this chapter with the following words from Inga Maria’s friend: “I would be honoured if you give your attention to some things out of our conversation to your blog. I totally agree with you – and have the strong conviction – it will be very very important to describe Inga not only as a victim or a cold case, but rather as that person, she really was or maybe she could have been in future, in our present… Perhaps it will help convincing the one or the other of the offenders, the witnesses or protectors, what they have done and still do to a human being, a real person, a young girl with all her talents, her dreams, her plans of life – maybe they can catch a small glimpse of the consequences their disgraceful act had“.


Chapter 36 – Archives Of Pain

Inga 3

Almut Hauser in 2009

You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature

For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries, dead mothers crawl

For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Manic Street Preachers – ‘Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky’


Another person to have contacted me since the Spring in relation to Inga Maria’s case is John Dallat. John is a man with a long and illustrious career in politics and who currently represents East Derry on behalf of the SDLP. He holds the notable distinction of having been the first-ever nationalist mayor of Coleraine and also spent nine years as Deputy Speaker of the Northern Ireland Assembly. Most importantly of all in my opinion, he is responsible for Inga Maria’s case having been reopened after a direct approach in 1999 to the then-RUC Chief Constable Sir Ronnie Flanagan.

I have written about John several times before, in Parts 3, 8 and 11 of this blog. It is clear from numerous public statements he has published regarding Inga Maria’s case over the years and from all my communication with him that the case has had a profound impact on him and he has I believe more than anyone strived to make a positive difference in honour of her memory. John travelled all the way from Derry to Dublin to meet with me, which is indicative of the lengths that he is willing to go to try help Inga Maria’s case. I am proud to call John a friend and like the many fine people I have come in contact with through my work, the terribly sad thing is that it wasn’t any of these people who Inga Maria encountered aboard the Galloway Princess on the April 6th 1988 instead of whoever was responsible for taking her life after “a vicious and ruthless assault” in the words of the PSNI.

John & Keeley in Dublin, May 4th 2017

The Meeting Place: The author with John Dallat MLA in Dublin, 2017

Reinhard Keck conducted an interview with Inga’s mother Almut Hauser for the German newspaper Bild in 2011. Here are several extracts that I have translated into English for the first time:

Her white blouses are ironed, neatly laid in the closet. And her bed is also fresh; a colourful blanket embroidered with horses, which gallop into the expanse. Her favourite blanket. Inga Maria Hauser could come home any day, any hour. If she entered her room, she would feel as if she had never been away. The world out there has continued, but here, within 20 square meters, Inga Maria’s mother has left everything as it was 23 years ago. When Inga Maria died.

Carefully we can enter it. It is a small room with a light parquet, in which the memories accumulated: on the desk, notebooks; Pins and brushes are arranged neatly. On the bedside table next to the bed, a golden hairpin and a silver necklace shine, on the windowsill are figures made of clay. For Almut Hauser sacred artefacts, all carefully selected and carefully arranged.

“Inga Maria’s things will always be with me,” says Almut Hauser with a firm voice. “I have not thrown anything away, I wanted to have everything around me to keep the memory alive.” Then she strokes the colourful horse’s corner: “They are also the things that belong to Inga”.

“It was her great dream to travel with her backpack through the UK during school holidays,” says her mother.

Would she have let her daughter go? Almut Hauser often thinks about this question. And perhaps it is so difficult for her to let her youngest go a second time. Just let go and not know her anymore, as soon as her room no longer exists.

Ten years ago it would have been possible to dissolve the room. Almut Hauser did not. She retired at that time and had to look for a new apartment. She did not need much space, there was only one extra room – for Inga Maria. “First I packed my things, then the ones from Inga,” says Almut Hauser, “in the new apartment I have automatically rebuilt everything as it was before.”


Can you imagine living like that every day, year after year after year? Imagine the impact all this would have on your marriage, and on the relationship you have with your other daughter. Imagine the impact it would have on your social life, on your health, on your work. That level of unsurpassable agony, the torment of those memories. Trying desperately to keep the worst thoughts as far away and the best ones as close as possible but all the time knowing that as both are inextricably linked, even the happy recollections are soaked in sadness. And the realisation that the rest of your life will be spent in this prison of pain while the very individuals responsible for causing that pain have never had to spend one minute inside any prison to atone for what they did. Maimed by the memory of losing your baby and being aware of what their last hour on this Earth must have been like, filled with the worst experiences it is possible for a young woman to be put through. Assaulted by the thought that you weren’t there to protect her, and faced every day with the feeling that you somehow failed her, that she spent the last moments of her young life being terrorised and brutalized in the most remote section of a pitch-black forest a thousand miles from home. Hounded by the horror of the utter terror she must have experienced during that ordeal.

Sometimes I don’t know how much longer I can carry on being immersed in this case and writing this blog, being exposed to that extent of human suffering, feeling haunted by this case day in, day out, every fact, each grim detail swirling around inside my head without end. It shadows my every step, follows my every breath. During the past sixteen months that I have been writing, researching and promoting this blog I’ve gone to some dark places psychologically-speaking. I’ve cried more about this than anything in my life…About her and what happened to her, about her looking forward most of all to visiting Ireland as she stated in one of her last diary entries and knowing what the reality entailed, about her family having to live the rest of their lives without her and imagining the silence and the sadness echoing endlessly, about her parents having to hold what would have been her 21st birthday party in her absence and them inviting all her friends to their home that day, about her body having been discovered on of all days her mother’s birthday, about Inga’s dad having to leave this life without ever knowing what really happened and without ever seeing justice…But I feel I have to try carry this on for as long as it is possible to do so. I can’t let it go. And neither can John Dallat.

And neither should Detective Chief Superintendent Raymond Murray and the PSNI who it should be acknowledged have devoted literally years of work to trying to solve this case. I know there are people out there who bear a grievance towards the PSNI and certainly their former incarnation the RUC and would be loath to give them credit. However anyone who has really taken the time to delve into the extensive history of this case would surely have to acknowledge that back in 1988 and equally so from the early 2000’s until 2012 they committed significant resources and a huge volume of man-hours into trying to solve the case. If the PSNI didn’t care, or if there was a cover-up as some have suggested then it makes no sense why they would have taken it upon themselves to spend time and considerable effort in developing a full DNA profile of the ‘crime scene donor’ from the crime scene materials 17 years after the murder and then assembling a team of detectives to work full-time on the case from 2005 when they obtained the full DNA profile until 2012 when they hit a brick wall in the investigation. Not long after Part 1 of The Keeley Chronicles was first published I was contacted by a retired RUC detective who was among the first at the scene of Inga’s murder. In his words “This was the one case in my career I would have given my eye teeth to solve”. I believe that sentiment would have been broadly shared by his counterparts in the police force and by many of the subsequent police officers and detectives some of whom have worked long hours on the case for years at a time.

Every time I work on a new instalment of this blog I always try to do something different and present something new for you, either in terms of writing about the case from a different angle, or by featuring a new interview or song I have recorded or by including an otherwise-unavailable news clip about the case, or by publishing a new photograph of Inga Maria whenever possible. Well this part, fittingly published one year on from the week when The Keeley Chronicles first emerged and went viral, is significant for the inclusion of the previously unpublished details about Inga Maria that I mentioned in the first paragraph and even more so for another newly-unearthed photo of Inga Maria at the top of the page. It shows this beautiful girl as she was on a long-ago day in the early 1980’s during an outing to a zoo, which given that Inga Maria was born in 1969 I would estimate was taken around 1981 or 1982. In the photo she’s laughing, happy and so full of life…The very life that only a few short years later would be stolen from her forever as she was first lied to and betrayed, driven to a remote forest during her mid-term break to be battered around the face and head and then far, far worse.

I urge those in the rural area to the east of Ballymoney who are shielding those responsible for her horrific murder to simply take a look at the photograph at the top of this page and try telling yourself that the girl in that photo doesn’t deserve justice or that she could possibly be able to rest in peace without it.

Just try telling yourself that.


Inga Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Acknowledgements for Part 12

With thanks to Walter and John Dallat MLA. There is a light that never goes out.

I would like to acknowledge the continued support of the following social media groups:

Things We Would Like To See In Ballycastle

Moving Forward in Northern Ireland

Unsolved Murder Cold Cases In Ireland

Everything Flows written by Blake/O’Hare/Love/McGinley. Published by Universal Music Publishing Group ©1990

Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky written by Bradfield/Wire/Moore/James. Published by Sony Music Publishing ©1996

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 11

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Chapter 33 - Belfast Child
Chapter 34 - Follow You Follow Me
Acknowledgements for Part 11


Chapter 33 – Belfast Child

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Your Silent Face: This photo of Inga-Maria Hauser has never been published before

He only loves those things because he loves to see them break

But some day you will ache like I ache

Some day you will ache like I ache

‘Doll Parts’ – Hole

Making my way from my home to Dublin Connolly I caught the Enterprise to Belfast (amusingly nicknamed “The Starship Enterprise” as I discovered recently), a train journey as long as it is expensive. €55 for a return train ticket would put a fair old dent in the Keeley coffers but needs must, and so off I went, boarding the high-speed train with my trusty electric-blue laptop, a cumbersome device with an increasingly-ravaged battery but one that is making a fine fist of valiantly refusing to give up the fight against the thorny forces of wear, tear and time.


Come In Alone: The first photo I took upon stepping onto the platform at Belfast Central station. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

On the way the train passed through Drogheda, Dundalk and Portadown. After two and a quarter hours I arrived in Belfast – where Inga-Maria would’ve arrived on had she managed to catch the train from Larne Harbour on the night she had her life taken from her – and I wondered what awaited me here. One thing I hadn’t expected being struck by however were immediate pangs of guilt upon stepping off the train. Here I was arriving in the city Inga-Maria had been in the process of trying to reach on the night she was so badly abused and her life was taken, and where she hadn’t made it, I had. Where she wasn’t allowed to arrive unhindered, uninterrupted, I was. So my immediate feeling upon arrival in Belfast was an overriding one of guilt. Why was it so easy for me and impossible for her? Why was I able to make it and she wasn’t? It might seem like a straightforward and mundane event, merely stepping off a train in Belfast but on April 6th 1988 it had been beyond her, this bright beacon of youthful exuberance who arrived in the province unknown and remarkably given subsequent events, totally-unnoticed. Unnoticed of course, except for the individual who spotted her and sought her out on the ferry and who drove her from the ferry to the horrendous ordeal that culminated in her savage murder, it is believed in the company of at least one other individual.


Trans-Europa Express: At the gates of Belfast Europa bus station. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

This is something that I think is so easy to overlook, that we’re talking about a real person here, not some abstract concept or some mythical figure. Flesh and blood, heart and soul. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A classmate. Someone with hopes and dreams just like the rest of us. Someone who presumably expected to be able to arrive in a new country and get to explore the culture and the folklore for a day or two, and who never could have expected in her worst nightmares that how she would actually be received upon her arrival was to be beaten around the face and head, have her neck broken, end up murdered and her broken body left like an animal carcass in that forest. I’m sorry to be so graphic and I genuinely have tried not to be throughout the course of my writing, wary as I am of sounding in any way sensationalist and because I myself find it harrowing. But sometimes in life it’s necessary to tell it like it is and strip away the veneer, the screen and the sheen. Central to the need to speak so directly is a simmering sense of indignation. From one soul looking out for another it rankles with me that what happened to her could have been allowed to be overlooked and/or forgotten for years at a time, and that the perpetrators have never had to spend even one minute atoning for erasing her from the world and plunging her family into a permanent pit of pain.

If hospitals cure, then prisons must bring their pain

‘Archives of Pain’ – Manic Street Preachers


Chapter 34 – Follow You Follow Me

BELFAST TELEGRAPH: One of NI’s most shocking murders…and the singer who believes she can help solve a case that has baffled police for 29 years

BELFAST TELEGRAPH – Editorial: Singer Keeley helping keep Inga Maria case in spotlight

I was greatly honoured that my work on Inga-Maria’s case was recently the subject of extensive newspaper coverage in the Belfast Telegraph. This was the first official print media coverage in Northern Ireland for The Keeley Chronicles, and indeed also for SESSION MOTTS’ Plundered Past and for my work on the case overall. The Belfast Telegraph are notable for in addition to being I believe the most widely-circulated newspaper in the North, are also the newspaper who have consistently held a candle for Inga-Maria’s unsolved case over the years, and have broken more exclusives in relation to it than any other media outlet. I am very grateful to them, the author of the piece Claire McNeilly and their editor for the tact, sensitivity and support they have shown me and Inga-Maria’s memory in having conducted themselves in an exemplary manner throughout. I’m also indebted to Roisin Boyd for her involvement in facillitating the interview in the first place. I have included links to the two articles directly above.

I’m also very grateful to Hot Press magazine, their editorial writer Peter McGoran and commisioning editor Roisin Dwyer. Hot Press is Ireland’s leading music, entertainment and current affairs magazine who interviewed me recently in Dublin and granted my band SESSION MOTTS a full-page article which featured extensive portions of what I said in relation to Inga-Maria and her case. Obviously there was a lot more I said in the interview about Inga-Maria and music (the interview lasted 90 minutes, only a relatively-small portion of which could be condensed into the article) but nonetheless it’s yet more significant coverage for Inga-Maria’s unsolved case and is I believe the first time news of her case has entered the realm of music media. I shall attach the link here for anyone who would like to read the interview.

HOT PRESS – One Hell of a Session. Session Motts’ lead singer Keeley Moss talks unsolved murders, the haunting past, and her passion for music

Although no one has ever communicated this to me it has crossed my mind that perhaps some people who have read this blog at some point have thought, “What has it got to do with her?” or “Why single out this one case from all the other tragic cases out there?” but if that has ever been the case, you know what? All it really has to do with me is that I’m a human being and she was a human being, end of. The fact that I’m Irish and from the South and that this happened in the North and that Inga-Maria wasn’t from either the North or South of Ireland is to my mind irrelevant. When I decided to work exclusively on her case it was with I felt good reason as I think I have more chance of doing something positive and hopefully-helpful if I give one unsolved case everything I’ve got rather than flit from case to case and have less of a chance of achieving something meaningful. Her interrupted journey through life has somehow many years later become part of my ongoing journey through life. In doing so I feel I am symbolically defying her destruction with my creation. The killers of Inga-Maria Hauser were able to freely rape and murder her and get away with it for 29 years and possibly forever – they “achieved” that much. But I’m determined that that’s all they’re going to get. Because there’s a bigger picture I’m painting with all this. And that is to establish something that they won’t achieve. I am determined they won’t erase the legacy I think she unwittingly left behind on April 6th 1988, and which is at the absolute core of everything I’m trying to promote through this blog and through all the songs of my band that she is the beating heart of. The legacy that I’ve been trying to gradually grow for her in the course of all of my work on her case, a legacy that John Dallat MLA and the many good people of North Antrim are in support of. Inga-Maria Hauser didn’t even spend one day in Northern Ireland before she was murdered, not even one night. She was legally an adult for a little more than ten months when she died. But I would like to see to it that she effectively lives forever. That her memory far outlives those of her killers. And that the essence of her youth, her beauty, her adventurousness, her creativity can find a way to live on, in this blog, in the songs I’m involved in writing, in the music videos for those songs I’m involved in making with my band, in any and every way possible. She was murdered within hours or even minutes of arriving here. No one – no one (other than her killers) even knew she’d arrived in the country. She was only spotted during the ferry crossing by a mere two people who were travelling together (which is in itself mystifying to me, and I would like to appeal to that couple to please get in touch with me if you’re out there reading this). The killers of Inga-Maria Hauser took it upon themselves to unilaterally alter the life-course of another human being and in doing so destroyed an 18 year-old girl who was just making her way through the world. But she’s going to live forever.


And that can maybe be her revenge of sorts from beyond the grave. The posthumous response of a knowing soul. The most dignified response possible. And as gentle and subtle as it might sound, a most powerful one too. As the saying goes, “Less force, more power”. We all only have a limited timespan on this Earth. But as the great Tony Wilson, the founder of Factory Records who gave the world Joy Division, New Order and the Happy Mondays said not long before his own death, “Great songs never die”. And I’m going to try see to it that the best songs I’m involved in writing are the ones inspired by her.

In recent months I have been privileged to have had correspondance with Inga-Maria’s family and one of her friends. They were kindly willing to share some recollections of her, and from that it is abundantly-clear to me that as well as being beautiful she was a beautiful person also. And she looked cool. Really cool, in an understated and very natural way. Take a look at the most commonly circulated photo of her, the one at the very beginning of Part 1 of this blog, an enlarged version which I’ve reprised below for the sake of comparison. The wind is blowing, she’s squinting due to the wind or the light at the time, she has no make-up on and is in the middle of searching in her bag for something. She looks as if caught unawares, certainly unprepared for the taking of a photo, not in ‘pose’ mode at all. And even so, even with everything against her, she still looks cool, effortlessly so. And what’s more, in 1988. Very few people looked cool in 1988. Off the top of my head I can only think of a handful of people (Emmanuelle Seigner, Johnny Marr and New Order). Looking back, the 1980’s was such a lovably-laughable decade where almost everyone – even the cool people – managed to look uncool a lot of the time. But not her. While most people were walking around in shellsuits, jumpsuits and massive shoulder pads, with permed hair and lashings of ozone-layer-decimating hairspray, cliched looks that have generally aged really badly, she – growing up in a quiet Munich suburb and unknown to everyone in the world except her friends and family – I think transcended her times and their accompanying fashion crimes.

Inga classic pic better quality

Someone, Somewhere (In Summertime): Inga-Maria Hauser

I would love to have known what she would have gone on to do with her life. But I’ll never have the chance. Because she never had the chance. Because certain individuals in the North of my country decided to deceive her into believing they were going to give her a lift to Belfast and instead took her in the opposite direction to where they inflicted on her one of the worst ordeals a human being can be put through, before ending her life in such a bewilderingly-vicious way. The permanent theft of that existence, the decades-long denial of her life, and the nagging angst I feel about that heartless larceny is largely what propels me to promote her short-lived presence on the Earth. I suspect that like most of us she would have liked to be thought of and remembered. I hope so.

And now, finish. I sail on the next tide

Tonight, Belfast, I’m saying my goodbyes

Tonight, Belfast, the distance in your eyes

‘Belfast’ – Neon Neon


Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Acknowledgements for Part 11

With thanks to Roisin Boyd, Claire McNeilly, the Belfast Telegraph, Peter McGoran, Roisin Dwyer and Hot Press magazine.

‘Doll Parts’ written by Love/Erlandson. Published by Geffen Music Publishing ©1994

‘Archives of Pain’ written by Bradfield/Moore/Wire/James. Published by Sony Music Publishing ©1994

‘Belfast’ written by Hollon/Rhys. Published by Warp Music/Copyright Control ©2008

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 10

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Chapter 31 - The Song Remains the Same
Chapter 32 - In the World
Acknowledgements for Part 10


Chapter 31 – The Song Remains the Same


Plundered Past: Starring Mathilde van Ooijen as Inga-Maria Hauser. Filmed approaching the Port of Larne in a still from the music video to SESSION MOTTS’ current single. Director: Adam Hart. Producer: Sinead O’Quigley. Cameraman: Richard Deering (c)2017


There are no sunsets, just silence

‘The Girl Who Wanted To Be God’ – Manic Street Preachers


My work on Inga-Maria’s case began with researching and writing this blog but it wasn’t long before it began to take on other dimensions. This is something that developed very organically – I didn’t have the intention or the expectation when I set out writing to become involved in a number of other areas in relation to her case. One of these areas is music. Many of the regular readers of this blog will probably now be aware that, possibly uniquely for a True Crime blogger, I’m also a singer, musician and songwriter, and specifically singer and guitarist in the group SESSION MOTTS (we spell our name all-caps – that’s not just me shouting!)

From the moment I read about Inga-Maria’s case and felt so intensely drawn to writing what has become this blog, I found that any time I wrote or co-wrote a new song, it was either about Inga-Maria personally or about some aspect of the case. This is something that has continued unabated for over a year now, and shows no sign of diminishing. I don’t know if I’ll ever write songs again about another subject. I would have expected to have at least started writing songs about other subjects by now, but it just hasn’t happened. As far as I know, being an avid student of music history, this is something that is unprecedented in music. But I feel I just can’t write songs about anything else, nor do I want to. In fact, so intense is this passion that I feel I’d rather not write any more songs than write about another subject. Maybe it’ll change someday. If it does it does, honest songwriting is all about ‘feel’ so I guess I’ll know whenever the heart charts a different course. But until whenever that might be, this will be the way it is.

It’s something my friends and bandmates Ingmar and Daniel have been I think very understanding about, and especially my songwriting partner Ingmar, who clearly never bargained on working with someone who just keeps writing about the same subject over and over again! After I think the fourth song I’d co-written with him that was about Inga-Maria’s case, he expressed some exasperation one night over dinner but when I explained that I felt simply unable to write about anything else, he rolled with it and the subject hasn’t come up again since. So although my bandmates and the manager of our band don’t share my obsession with the case, they’ve grown to accommodate it and been supportive of it. Although I’ve never discussed this aspect with them, it must have been strange for them to have this case appear as if from out of nowhere and then it having not gone away in all the months since. By now I’m resigned to that being the way it is, in some ways I feel like I’m a vehicle or a conduit through which this case can continue to gain coverage until it’s hopefully resolved, and I’ve been very honoured to hear from many people throughout Northern Ireland and beyond who tell me this blog single-handedly reignited interest in the case from the Autumn of 2016 onwards by refreshing the memories of many people who would have been aware of the case back in 1988 but for whom in the words of a number of locals “it had faded from memory”. In addition, I’ve been told by a considerable number of people in the communities of Co. Antrim that this blog has led to many younger people who were never aware of the case before to start asking questions and start becoming motivated to add their voices to the increasing calls for long-overdue justice to be done and to be seen to be done for Inga-Maria and her family.


Chapter 32 – In the World


Morning Phase: Mathilde van Ooijen depicting Inga-Maria Hauser on the Scottish leg of her 1988 sightseeing trip in a still from the music video to SESSION MOTTS’ Plundered Past.


She climbed so high
I don’t know why
On her own

And I know
She’s in the air
And I don’t want it to go

‘She’s a Superstar’ – Verve


In January 2017 SESSION MOTTS first emerged with our debut single, a track entitled Chip Shop Fights. It’s a song that’s not about Inga-Maria but rather a woman named Jean Jordan who was tragically murdered by The Yorkshire Ripper in Manchester in 1977, the reason being that we wrote Chip Shop Fights in the spring of 2016 which was just before I came across Inga-Maria’s case. When Chip Shop Fights was released on January 22nd of this year it almost immediately became – much to my surprise – a radio hit, played repeatedly for several months on both mainstream and Indie radio shows and entered the airplay charts in Ireland, which is very rare for a first release by a new independent group. Soon after I’d first read about Inga-Maria’s case, over the following months we wrote a dozen more songs, all of which were about Inga-Maria personally or were based on her case. One of these songs stood out to us almost immediately as a potential follow-up single to Chip Shop Fights. This song – entitled Plundered Past – approaches the case in a number of ways, which is no mean feat given how short the song is (clocking in at three and a half minutes). On the one hand the song refers to her youth spent in Munich, in the years before her extremely ill-fated decision to visit Northern Ireland in the course of her backpacking odyssey in the spring of 1988. And on the other hand the song’s lyrics refer to the circumstances of what happened on the night her life was taken. Furthermore Plundered Past includes a lyrical reference to an individual who was, in the words of PSNI Detective Chief Superintendent Raymond Murray that I first related in Part 3 of this blog, “A man in the rural area east of Ballymoney seen soon after the murder in April 1988 with scratches on his face and that there was concern in the community that he had some sort of involvement”.

Plundered Past is notable for a number of reasons – as well as being hopefully a strong piece of work it is the first song ever written about Inga-Maria Hauser to be commercially-released. Furthermore – and for me this is very significant and meaningful – the song features some of Inga-Maria’s own words, words that she wrote in her diary on the last day of her life, while she was in Stranraer in Scotland, shortly before she boarded the evening ferry to Larne for a crossing that would go on to prove significant for all the wrong reasons.


The Sun, The Sea: Another still from the music video to SESSION MOTTS’ Plundered Past. Filmed at sunrise at the Port of Larne, Co. Antrim. Starring Mathilde van Ooijen as Inga-Maria Hauser

The music video we’ve made to accompany Plundered Past is an elaborate affair despite our relatively-limited resources. Fortunately we had the biggest ‘star’ on the planet on hand to help out – the sun. Giving us the gift of perfect sunrises and sunsets that I think are so beautiful and that frame the reconstruction of many of Inga-Maria’s movements during her week-long 1988 backpacking odyssey in exactly the way I’d hoped we would. Filmed in no less than three separate counties – Dublin (where Inga-Maria was scheduled to visit just one or two days later had she reached Belfast as planned on the night of April 6th), Wicklow and Antrim. The County Antrim scenes were all shot at Larne Harbour which has a significant resonance as it’s the place she arrived presumably full of hope and wonder on that long-ago spring night in 1988. The role of Inga-Maria was played by Dutch actor Mathilde van Ooijen, who I think portrays her wonderfully well. Obviously it’s difficult, impossible even, to be certain we’re depicting a person accurately when it’s someone none of us ever had the chance to meet, but now since having heard from some of her family and one of her friends and having of course spent over a year year studying as much available material as possible, I believe we’ve done justice to her memory, or have certainly done our very best to try to. I’d like to extend everlasting thanks to the fantastic team at Ten Point Films – director Adam Hart, producer Sinead O’Quigley, cameraman Richard Deering, editor Sam Martin, grip Ryan Dwyer, Aaron Fahy on grading and of course lead actor Mathilde. All of whom were exemplary throughout in their diligence and professionalism and all of whom I cannot thank enough. In addition I’d like to say a big thanks to Dashiel Jordan for his technical assistance during the editing process, and to my songwriting partner Ingmar808 for jointly overseeing the video’s final edit alongside me. We got there in the end!

I think of the music video as more like a short film that manages to achieve what was actually a very difficult balance in telling the story about what happened to Inga-Maria without upsetting any of her family, which is something I was extremely-nervous about. I also felt it would be classier and less obvious to adhere to the old guideline in storytelling, namely that of “Show, don’t tell”. And also I believe that the single most important element in art is that of mystery. So certain things are alluded to rather than blatantly or bluntly stated. But I instinctively felt that was the right approach. And still do. Adam, the video’s director, originally conceived a very different treatment for the video, which although an excellent idea overall, I became concerned it would be too graphic and macabre, and would risk upsetting Inga-Maria’s surviving family members which is literally the last thing in the world I would ever want to do. So that idea was sidelined and in it’s place Adam conceived a different but equally-excellent and more subtle treatment that became the video that you are about to see.


Star Sail: The film crew at work at the port on a rare beautiful sunny morning in Ireland

As for the song at the heart of the video, it’s been several weeks since Plundered Past was released as the group’s second single and I’m delighted to say that so far it has eclipsed the success of even Chip Shop Fights. It’s been playlisted and/or played by 15 separate radio stations so far, from mainstream stations such as RTE Radio 1, RTE 2FM, Today FM, Newstalk FM & Dublin’s 98FM to the only alternative/Indie station in the country (8Radio) to regional stations such as Cork’s Red FM, LMFM which broadcasts throughout the counties of Louth, Meath and Kildare and KCLR 96FM which airs throughout the counties of Carlow and Kilkenny to Dublin’s main traffic station Dublin City FM. It’s been added to playlists by radio stations as far away as Philadelphia, Minneapolis and Toronto in the USA and Canada respectively and the video for the single was premiered by leading music website GoldenPlec. The song peaked at #5 in Dublin City FM’s airplay chart and is currently still in their Top 10, and entered the Newstalk FM airplay charts one place ahead of the live version of Live Forever by Liam Gallagher and Coldplay (recorded live at the One Love Manchester concert in aid of the victims of the horrific bombing at the Ariana Grande concert at Manchester Arena). Plundered Past is currently #2 in the Indie airplay charts in Ireland behind only All Tvvins Feat. James Vincent McMorrow, having risen up that chart fourteen times in succession from when it first entered.

In addition to the airplay the song is receiving, its relative success is affording me more opportunities to discuss Inga-Maria’s case on mainstream radio and via print media. I was interviewed on LMFM’s morning show recently and got to speak about Inga-Maria and her having inspired our new single, following on from the interviews about Inga-Maria’s case I’ve done on The Tom Dunne Show on Newstalk FM in February of this year (see Part 6 of this blog) and on Belfast 89FM in April of this year. There’s a full-page feature in the current issue of Hot Press in which I discuss Inga-Maria’s case in detail (for any overseas readers who may not be aware, Hot Press is Ireland’s longest-established music, culture and current affairs magazine. The Irish Rolling Stone basically). I see all of these moments as posthumous triumphs for Inga-Maria, which I’m merely facilitating. For me the most special and most spiritual moment of the promotional campaign around the single so far has been to hear the line in the song that features Inga-Maria’s own words in the knowledge that they’re resounding out of radios the length and breadth of the island of Ireland for three and a half minutes at a time. Think about that…Ireland, this country that she was so keen to visit but which she didn’t even get to set foot on the soil of before she was subjected to the most horrifying ordeal back in April 1988 that ended with her death, and here we are 29 years later and although the individuals responsible for her murder still haven’t been brought to justice, 29 years after her voice was taken from her, her words are for the first time being heard on radios throughout the Republic of Ireland, although I would suspect that most listeners wouldn’t know what the song is about. The people who murdered her have gotten away with it all these years, and yet here she is, in a way I suppose you could say she’s been addressing them on the radio via my voice every day and night over the past two months. And I’m going to see to it that she carries on addressing them for as long as we manage to get songs onto the radio, because as I’ve said I’m not planning to stop writing and singing about her any time soon.

Without further ado I would like to present this song and music video to all the readers of The Keeley Chronicles. Hope you like it.




Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

As always, please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.



 Acknowledgements for Part 10

Plundered Past, like this website, is dedicated to the memory of 
Inga-Maria Hauser.

Special thanks to Adam Hart, Mathilde van Ooijen, Sinead O'Quigley, 
Richard Deering, Sam Martin, Aaron Fahy, Dashiel Jordan, 
Ryan O’Dwyer, Suzanne Doyle and Lance Hogan. 

Thanks also to Jason Collins, Tom Dunne, Paul Mernock, Paul McLoone, 
Stephen Byrne, Stephen Kennedy, GoldenPlec, 8Radio, Fiachna O'Braonain 
and Kate Brennan Harding.

Thanks to the Port of Larne and Dublin Port for their co-operation.
Thanks to the people of Ballycastle 
and the continued support of the following social media groups:
Things We Would Like To See In Ballycastle
Moving Forward in Northern Ireland
Unsolved Murder Cold Cases in Ireland

‘The Girl Who Wanted To Be God’ written by Bradfield/Moore/Wire 
Published by Sony Music Publishing ©1996

'She's a Superstar' written by Ashcroft/Jones/McCabe/Salisbury 
Published by Copyright Control ©1992
Written by Keeley Moss & Ingmar808
Produced, engineered, mixed & mastered by Ingmar808
Published by Copyright Control ©2017
An Early Doors release P&©2017
Available on Spotify, iTunes, Amazon & Google Play
A Ten Point Films Production
Director: Adam Hart
Producer: Sinead O'Quigley
Actor: Mathilde van Ooijen
Cameraman: Richard Deering
Editor: Sam Martin
Grading: Aaron Fahy
Grip: Ryan O’Dwyer
Video post-production by Ingmar808 & Keeley Moss
Technical engineer: Dashiel Jordan


Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 9

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of its kind in Northern Ireland and the continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a murder still unsolved after 29 years despite reportedly one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Special Feature: 29th Year Anniversary – Live from Ballypatrick Forest


To The End of the Earth: The author by the entrance to Ballypatrick Forest. Photo: Mags McCaw (c)2017


This is the hour when the mysteries emerge

A strangeness so hard to reflect

A moment so moving, goes straight to your heart

The vision has never been met

Attraction is held like a weight deep inside

Something I’ll never forget

‘Komakino’ – Joy Division


April 6th marked the 29th anniversary of Inga-Maria Hauser’s murder and her agonising ordeal that preceded it. April 20th marked the 29th anniversary of the discovery of her body, an event which revealed the abominable atrocity that the intervening years have done little to diminish the barbarity of. I first discovered the case in May 2016, missing the 28th anniversary by just a few weeks. From the time I first read about the case in depth, as I have explained in previous parts of The Keeley Chronicles, it had an effect on me like nothing else, and it wasn’t long before I felt compelled to embark on what would become this website (and my accompanying investigation which has proceeded in parallel alongside my writing about Inga-Maria and her case). As the twin anniversaries most associated with the case approached, I wondered how I might mark these milestones. What would be the most appropriate and fitting way to honour her passing – and to draw further attention to the continued evasion of justice by the killers over the course of what is now twenty-nine long years?

The closer it got to the anniversaries I realised that trying to pay my respects from my native city of Dublin was just not going to suffice. I was also aware that after my previous visit to Northern Ireland to see first-hand many of the locations that are central to the case (as covered in detail in Part 5) the only relevant places in Northern Ireland I had yet to visit were Armoy (which I plan to cover in a future post) and Ballypatrick Forest near Ballycastle in Co. Antrim. Soon enough it was no longer a case of “Will I go?” but a case of “How can I not go?”

My reasons for going were several-fold. First and foremost I wanted to pay my respects to the memory of this young woman who I never got to meet but who has posthumously become a huge ongoing part of my life. I also wanted to see for myself Ballypatrick Forest, for as anyone who has been following this blog and indeed this case over the years will be aware, it is the location where her body was found on the 20th of April 1988.

There were other reasons I felt compelled to go back up North, in fact further North than I had ever ventured before, indeed practically as far North as it is possible to go without falling into the sea. I wanted to explore Ballycastle, the seaside town that is nearest to the location where Inga-Maria’s body was found. I wanted to examine the layout of Ballypatrick Forest, this place that has haunted my thoughts and become mythologised in my mind. I felt it might enable me to have a better understanding of why the killers of this intelligent, talented and much-loved young woman chose that particular location on the night that saw their murderous urges reach the cruellest and most chilling crescendo possible. I wanted to walk the forest on foot, examining the terrain and exploring the expanse. I wanted to see how far from the main road the exit was, and indeed where the exit was in relation to the entrance. All of these things can of course be viewed on a map but there’s no substitute for direct physical contact. Would it just seem like any other forest? Or would the fact that something so dark and desperately-sad occurred there that has still not been resolved leave a palpable aura of mystery and misery hanging over the place? I wanted to find out. In addition I wanted to make my first visit to Ballycastle and Ballypatrick Forest the subject of Part 9 of this blog. I also wanted to take my own photos of these places and not have to rely on anyone else’s, and not to have to navigate any copyright clearance hurdles. For the record, and as always, none of the photos have been doctored or enhanced in any way.

Most importantly of all however I was hoping to seek a better means of applying more pressure on the authorities to renew their efforts to bring the case to a close at long last. Given that Inga-Maria’s mother’s birthday agonisingly falls on the anniversary of the discovery of her daughter’s body every year, and the fact that her mum is now an elderly woman, I feel all the more urgency to try with all my might to pull out all the stops. Individuals responsible for participating in taking the life of a young woman on her first trip alone away from home, who had her whole life stolen from her, whose family have been denied her presence all these years and have been denied justice for so long, cannot be allowed to – literally – continue to get away with murder.

These were the thoughts lurking behind the curtains of my mind as I prepared to make my way to the place commonly known where I’m from as “the North”. But the first of several surprises would greet me on the morning of my journey. That very morning, entirely unaware that I was Belfast-bound on my way to Ballycastle, Belfast 89FM just happened to get in touch to ask if I would appear on their Mid-Morning Show to discuss Inga-Maria’s case to coincide with the anniversary. It was the first time I appeared on air in Northern Ireland to discuss the case, and followed on from my first mainstream radio appearance in the South on The Tom Dunne Show on Newstalk FM two months before (see Part 7 of this blog to hear the sections of the latter interview that focus on the case).

When my friend Mags and I arrived in Ballycastle we headed straight towards Ballypatrick Forest, passing such renowned landmarks as Loughareema AKA ‘The Vanishing Lake’ en route. I wanted to remain resolutely focused on the task at hand but it was impossible not to feel emotional in light of the tragic events that stained the place all those years ago. If that was how it felt upon our approach to the place, I wondered how would it feel upon actually entering the forest park and even more so, how would it feel upon arriving at where she was found? For here was not just any forest, not just the haven of nature such green spaces generally are, but for all its undoubted scenery and serene splendour the location or at least one of the locations of one of the most appalling crimes ever to be inflicted upon a foreign national on Northern Irish soil. And on a more personal note, this was one of the most testing frontiers yet in my ever-widening trawl in search for answers in what has been for me a true labour-of-love, a spiritual journey steered by the compass of compassion and a year of many all-nighters spent rigorously re-writing tracts of text, perusing documents, checking facts and pursuing contacts. It’s been a year in which I have seen the abundant decency and humanity evident in the best of people – and a year in which I have by nature of the circumstances of this case been forced to confront and recount the horrors capable of being inflicted by the very worst.

It was early evening when we drove in through the entrance to the forest, and although it was a sunny evening it was very cold and windy, as it so often seems to be anywhere on the island of Ireland. Not for nothing was the country originally named Hibernia, meaning “Land of Winter”. How best to proceed from here I wondered? The main pathway was off-limits to cars and from studying maps I could tell that Ballypatrick Forest is a big place. I also wanted to buy flowers to leave at the spot where Inga-Maria’s body was found, so after taking a number of photographs near the entrance for the purpose of including them in this post, we headed back to Ballycastle intending to return to the forest the following afternoon, when we would have more daylight on our side in order to explore the forest to the extent that it warranted.


Taking different roads: Signs directly facing the entrance to Ballypatrick Forest Park. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Today I went that way
Past empty browns and greys
The coldness chilled my face
The stillness filled the space

‘A Glade Somewhere’ – Forest


Standing Here: The author at Ballypatrick Forest Park. Photo: Mags McCaw (c)2017

After spending the evening in Ballycastle, we returned to the forest as planned the next day with the flowers I had bought in the town on our way. We parked the car upon our discovery that with it being harvesting season, all entrances to the forest had now been restricted to motor vehicles, not just the main entrance as had been the case the evening before. After consulting a map we decided on entering via the exit route, as we felt we would reach our intended destination far quicker. And with that we were off on foot. I had expected Ballypatrick Forest would be a large place – I was wrong. It’s huge. And I mean absolutely vast. Bigger than Knebworth. And that’s big.


Forest Of Your Fears: Map of the layout located near the entrance. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

We headed towards the western part of the forest as I knew that that was where Inga-Maria’s body had been left, seemingly quite deliberately at the furthest point from all entrances. And so we walked. And walked. And walked. For miles. And miles. On the way we encountered more sheep than people. In fact during the entire day spent in the forest, on what was a dry Spring day, my friend and I curiously only ever encountered two people, both of whom were together walking their dog. The total sheep count by contrast was six.

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…And Dream of Sheep. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Ballypatrick Forest is a singularly-beautiful place. But one with a singularly-harrowing past and a brutal truth that still lies locked within its tree-lined confines. The entire time we walked I was conscious that over this very same ground, the killers had driven on the night of the murder. How strange that felt, how eerie and utterly frustrating to know that had I been here exactly 29 years before, I could have seen them, could have tried to do something, could at the very least have clocked their car as it menacingly moved through a Northern night clothed by the cloak of the dark. Except I have to remind myself that in reality, even if I had have been there, there would surely have been nothing I could have done, being only a child at the time. At best I could have noted the make and model of the car and perhaps a portion of the registration plate. But I might as well have been half a world away, as like anyone else reading this now I couldn’t have known anything of the events about to transpire that would many years later enact such a quizzical grip on my psyche. The fact that I know there’s probably nothing I could’ve done at the time doesn’t lessen the lingering impact of impotent guilt nagging away at me. Ultimately that guilt is no bad thing, for such restless regrets form a function as the fuel that compels me to do whatever I can to try make some kind of difference now. But still it bothers me that for roughly an hour I was on the same island at the same time as she was, and I knew nothing to be able to do anything to prevent what happened.


In Dark Trees: The stark beauty of Ballypatrick Forest laid bare. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Beauty finds refuge in herself

Lovers wrapped inside each other’s lies

You exist within her shadow

‘She Is Suffering’ – Manic Street Preachers


New Dawn Fades: Near the beginning of what would turn out to be an incredibly-lengthy trek through the forest. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Wilderness: The sky closes in as I look back towards the exit of the forest. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

All this and more was clattering the tracks of my thoughts as we wound our way through the forest. It took us three and a half hours on foot walking from the closest entrance to reach the place where Inga-Maria’s body was left on that night in April 1988. That’s how enormous the place is. And how far the killers drove into it (in pitch darkness, remember) to wreak their wretched wrongs.

I find it increasingly difficult to process and come to terms with, even in a blog devoted to her and to the investigation into trying to track her killers. The closer I’ve become to the subject the harder it is becoming for me to comprehend what occurred that night. The level of violence used by the killers against someone who was not only a vulnerable young woman but was someone they didn’t even know is even to me, someone who has read and studied true crime cases since I was ten years old, quite shocking. I cannot get my head around the phenomenal viciousness involved in her murder. What they did to her you wouldn’t do to your worst enemy. Could having lived through two decades of the Troubles by that point really have had that much of an effect on their capacity to destroy a totally-innocent human being and seemingly not feel even a slither of guilt afterwards? Or were they that sociopathic to begin with? I suspect the latter, although with perhaps a trace of the former.

Given how difficult I find it to come to terms with what happened to her, can you imagine how her Mum and Dad felt? Their baby, not just attacked but destroyed. What had she done? Apparently, merely accepted the offer of a lift. The perpetrators remain free to live their lives, never having had to spend a moment atoning for this atrocity. How must it have felt for Inga-Maria’s Dad to have to fly into Northern Ireland to identify his baby’s body, seeing her in the morgue like that, having last seen her so full of life as she set off on her Interrailing adventure, him going through the torment of that trauma…and then never receive any answers for the rest of his life. No one ever charged let alone convicted. Hour after hour. Day after day. Night after night. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Decade after decade. All the while there have been three life sentences served in this case – Inga-Maria’s Mum, Dad and Sister. Full-term. No remission. No time off for good behaviour. A constant hammering in their heads, a caustic gnawing at their hearts. And all the while a small group of people in those rural communities who the PSNI have gone on record as revealing have for all these years been protecting the killers, have had in their possession the crucial pieces of the puzzle, compliant in their silence, blood on their hands for as long as their mouths are muzzled.


Why do anything when you can forget everything?

‘This Is Yesterday’ – Manic Street Preachers


Harvest Breed: This image conveys only a tiny part of the vast expanse of Ballypatrick Forest, taken during harvesting season. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Horizon: A very remote section of the forest taken in the early evening of April 6th. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Bare Trees: Deep into the forest the isolation and remoteness is palpable. One of the most silent places I’ve ever been. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

Finally, three and a half hours after entering on foot via the exit (which was actually the closest entry point from which the relevant part of the forest park could be accessed) we reached a point at which the walking trail led off on one side to a dirt track that would be very easy to overlook, appearing nondescript and overgrown and with a sort of gate in front of it. Armed with a map and with photos of the crime scene as it looked from various angles in April 1988, I would be able to assess whether this was indeed the place where this young woman’s body had been left. It was a particularly innocuous-looking path, with nothing to indicate its shocking and painful past, but I was pretty sure that here at last, we’d found it. After only a minute or so of walking up the path, we were there.


Chasing Yesterday: Inga-Maria Hauser RIP. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

Having been to the crime scene one thing that was and is now abundantly clear to me is that the geographical profilers and behavioural profilers enlisted by the PSNI could not be wrong about one key belief that may yet prove crucial in this case: the killers of Inga-Maria Hauser had very intimate knowledge of Ballypatrick Forest. There is not an iota of doubt in my mind that the detective anonymously quoted who said at least one of the killers “knew the forest like the back of his hand” could be wrong. Let me emphasise – it takes three and a half hours on foot (and that’s with no breaks or stops en route) to reach the crime scene from the nearest entry point. Even in a vehicle that’s a long distance. And in a vehicle at night, with no lights for miles around but the paltry glow of one car’s headlights? On at times very narrow and extremely-winding routes throughout? It would be hard enough to drive during daylight to the particular part of the forest availed of to dump her body. It would however be simply impossible for anyone to access that sort of terrain under the cover of near-total darkness without an amazing level of familiarity of that forest. And now having walked it, having witnessed it, that much to me is absolutely undeniable. This was no random killer with no connections to the area. Rather these were individuals who knew the location as only those most familiar with it could.


Too Late For Goodbyes: RIP Inga-Maria Hauser. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

I felt an overriding wave of sadness and of helplessness, being here all these years after the fact. I was still holding the flowers that I’d carried with me from where I’d bought them hours before in Ballycastle. I looked at them resting in my arms. They were pretty, they were nice but what good would they do? In that moment I felt hamstrung by helplessness. Flowers, these pretty trinkets of conscience and compassion, are no match for the haughty finality of death. And the most meagre compensation possible for all the suffering she endured and the subsequent smothering of truth and justice that her family have had to bear witness to over the following twenty-nine years.

But flowers and a promise were all I had to offer on this day in the forest. So I placed them on the grassy bank and stood there soaked in sorrow as the day gave way to dusk. But within me that familiar desire to fight the silence and defy destruction with creation was brewing. And so I left Ballypatrick Forest Park that day not disillusioned by the zipped-up lips and muzzled mouths that keep Inga-Maria’s case frozen in cold storage, but rather encouraged by them. You’re going to remain silent and continue shielding the killers of an innocent teenage girl who was one thousand miles from home on her own for the first time, and who had only just arrived in the province to do some sightseeing and was willing to give Northern Ireland a chance during the height of the Troubles? Well I’m going to keep telling the world who she was and what was done to her. 20,000 readers of The Keeley Chronicles want justice. The good people of North Antrim want justice. The good people of Ballycastle who have had their beautiful area tarnished as a result of the killers using their local forest as killing fields want justice. The Hauser family needs justice. I won’t stop. John Dallat MLA won’t stop. People in 70 different countries around the world now read this blog. This is the internet equivalent of a protest march, gathering and growing, expanding and enlarging with every blog I post.

Armoy, Cloughmills and Loughgiel – the world is watching.

Give up the fucking ghost.



Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

As always, please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.



Acknowledgements for Part 9

Very special thanks to Mags McCaw

Thanks to the people of Ballycastle and the continued support of the following social media groups:

Things We Would Like To See In Ballycastle

Moving Forward in Northern Ireland

Unsolved Murder Cold Cases In Ireland

‘Komakino’ written by Curtis/Sumner/Hook/Morris. Published by Fractured Music ©1980

‘A Glade Somewhere’ written by Welham/Allenby/Welham. Published by Arf Arf Music ©1969

‘This Is Yesterday’ & ‘She Is Suffering’ written by Bradfield/Moore/Wire/James. Published by Sony Music Publishing ©1994

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 8

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of it’s kind in Northern Ireland and my continuing mission to uncover the truth behind an horrific murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Special Feature: A fresh appeal from John Dallat MLA

I am honoured to have received a personal email in relation to Inga-Maria from John Dallat MLA, a man with a long and illustrious career in politics and who currently represents East Derry on behalf of the SDLP in the Northern Ireland Assembly. Mr Dallat holds the notable distinction of having been the first-ever nationalist mayor of Coleraine and also spent nine years as Deputy Speaker of the Northern Ireland Assembly. Most importantly of all in my opinion, he is single-handedly responsible for Inga-Maria’s case having been reopened after a direct approach in 1999 to the then-RUC Chief Constable Sir Ronnie Flanagan.

I have written about John before, in several sections of Part 3 of this blog, where I drew attention to his efforts on Inga-Maria’s behalf around the turn of the millennium. It has been clear from several further public statements that he has never forgotten Inga-Maria and so it remains the case today, more than ever in fact. John has furnished me with a copy of an open letter he has written to mark the 29th anniversary of the murder of Inga-Maria and the subsequent discovery of her body in Ballypatrick Forest near Ballycastle. He has informed me that he has written to the three main provincial newspapers in Northern Ireland a new appeal that he has requested I feature on my blog, a request I am only too happy to comply with. Here is the full text of the letter he has written.

Through the medium of your blog I would like to remind your readers that the 29th anniversary of the discovery of the body of the murdered young German backpacker Inga Maria Hauser is approaching and no one has been charged with her murder despite police claims that they were “tantalisingly close” to solving this horrific murder in 2011. At least one person out there and more than likely a few know exactly what happened to Inga when she disembarked from the Larne ferry and accepted a lift from a lorry driver believing she was on her way to Belfast rather than to an untimely grave in Ballypatrick Forest near Ballycastle.

Inga’s unsolved murder isn’t the only one in Northern Ireland – of course it isn’t – and all of them deserve to be solved. However this young girl, hardly more than child, was the daughter of a German family who believed they could trust us to look after her, protect her from harm and allow her to return home to Munich safety after visiting a friend. They were wrong because someone broke her trust, broke her neck and disposed of her body, which wasn’t found for two weeks while police were frantically searching for her.

Time doesn’t heal unsolved murders for anyone and while Inga’s father has since died her mother and other members of her family deserves justice just like any other family that has experienced the dreadful experience of having a family member murdered. There is no one that I am aware of to speak for the Hauser family but as a public representative and a father of a daughter who travelled to different parts of the world safely I felt it was my duty to adopt that role. I also believe I continue to appeal for justice on behalf of everyone, appalled and disgusted by what happened all those years ago.

In 1999 the then Chief Constable Ronnie Flanagan, at my request, re-opened the case and individual police officers worked hard to solve the murder of Inga but they have not been successful to date. Advances in DNA, it was hoped, would help and perhaps it could if only the police had a little more help. I appeal to anyone who knows anything about this murder to take the honourable course of action and make a valuable contribution to justice which will allow the Hauser family to bring closure to Inga’s death. They may also be taking a dreadful burden off their own chests as they get older and prepare for their own departure from this life.

It is so terribly cruel that the Hauser family must approach yet another anniversary with no solution in sight as to who took their beautiful daughter’s life and robbed them of a normal family life where it is expected that children grow up, travel the world, if that is what they want to do, and return home safely to settle down and be there for their parents in later life. Not so in the case of Inga. 

John Dallat MLA


Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

As always, please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 7

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of it’s kind in Northern Ireland and my continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a horrific murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Special Feature: The Tom Dunne Show Interview

Recently I was invited to appear on Newstalk FM’s The Tom Dunne Show to speak about Inga-Maria’s case in depth. I consider this a great honour as not only am I a regular listener to this show but it is the first time that Inga-Maria and her case have been discussed on national radio in the Republic of Ireland. In this post I would like to share with you that interview which I’ve uploaded below as although many people now follow this blog, many of you may not have heard the broadcast on the night.

On reflection I speak a bit too quickly during the interview I think, certainly faster than I ordinarily would, but I’m familiar with how compressed the formats of radio and TV broadcasting are and therefore I was conscious of the need to try to fit as much as possible into what I knew would be a tight timeframe. In addition I regret not specifically referring to Stranraer, Larne or Ballypatrick Forest by name and there are some aspects of the case I wish I’d focused on more than others but again due to my awareness of time restrictions I sensed it was best at the time to try to speak about the case more broadly and with not as much detail as there is in this blog. I was also conscious of the fact that most of the show’s listeners would be unfamiliar with the case so as a result I thought that giving a broad overview of the case might work better. Radio interviews are very much a one-take scenario, so it wasn’t possible to make any additions or omissions afterwards (although I did ask if I could re-record it. But the station felt it was fine as it was).

The interview was roughly twice as long as you’ll hear here but I subsequently edited it (and I’ve also left out my group’s song that the host aired) in order to include only the parts that are relevant to Inga-Maria’s case, out of respect to her and the case.

I’d like to thank the show’s producer Eoghan, and the show’s presenter the lovely Tom Dunne for giving me airtime to discuss Inga-Maria’s case and for having me on what is always a great show. I’m honoured to be the only person so far who has been interviewed in-studio on the show in 2017. Along with American singer-songwriter Ryan Adams we’re the only people this year to have been interviewed on the show at all.

Thanks also to the very many good people of Northern Ireland, in particular the local communities of County Antrim and most of all the remarkable community of Ballycastle for the enormous amount of interest, support and encouragement you have provided me with throughout my work on this case to date. It is always very much appreciated.

– Keeley



Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 6

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of it’s kind in Northern Ireland and my continuing mission to uncover the truth behind a horrific murder still unsolved after 29 years despite reportedly one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


Special Feature: UTV Live (2002 Broadcast)

As I alluded to in Part 1 of this blog, there are comparatively few examples of Inga-Maria’s case being highlighted by contemporary news media. For instance, despite extensive searches online I have only ever come across a single TV clip that is available, an RTE1 news item dating from 2009 (that is a mere twenty-five seconds duration). However, after a few more days spent searching I came across records pertaining to a visual library belonging to an amazing man named Peter Heathwood whose remarkable life story is worthy of a blog post in itself. Peter’s visual library consists of three decades worth of news broadcasts relating to the Troubles that he has been dutifully recording and preserving as part of a personal archive including most of the major British and Irish documentaries, history programmes and current affairs programmes about Northern Ireland networked between 1981 and November 2008 together with a few documentaries broadcast between 1969 and 1980, and also some independent videos during the same period.

Buried deep within thirty years worth of records that Peter has used to log each programme he taped I discovered a reference to an episode of UTV Live from April 16th 2002 that features a short piece on the investigation into Inga-Maria’s unsolved murder. After getting in touch with Peter he very kindly sent me a DVD featuring the clip and I edited it so it focuses only on the segment involving Inga-Maria’s case. Despite the feature being less than two minutes long, it contains some interesting and otherwise-unavailable information, such as the original RUC murder case poster from 1988 that I had never seen before. Upon close inspection of a freeze-frame of this poster I was able to identify a fact that had not been aired in any subsequent account of the case, namely that Inga-Maria had first arrived in the UK at Harwich before she went on to London. The news clip also features an interview with Detective Inspector Sam Harkness, who in 2002 was the detective in charge of the investigation into Inga-Maria’s murder, and footage of scientists poring over DNA samples.

The newscaster presenting this clip (Kate Smith) is a lady who would be a very familiar face to anyone who like myself has seen many’s an episode of UTV Live over the years, and seeing her referring to Inga-Maria by name I found strangely unsettling. It’s hard to explain but having lived with this case intensely for almost a year now, without having heard Inga-Maria’s name mentioned in full by anyone during that time, it was weird to hear it being intoned in that matter-of-fact style so typical of newscasters, especially from someone whose voice is so synonymous with that of ‘a TV person’ if you know what I mean. It seemed to make the terribly tragic facts of Inga-Maria’s horrific murder all the more real, but an even more poignant moment was to come…For this clip shows the crime scene in Ballypatrick Forest Park on the night of Wednesday April 20th and on the morning of Thursday April 21st 1988. Although it is visible for only a few seconds at a time, and might appear to the naked eye to be fairly nondescript segments of footage, to me it’s extraordinary and very moving to actually see the scene in real-time as it looked when her body was discovered on that long-ago Spring night in 1988.

An important point to bear in mind while watching this clip however is that at the time it was aired in 2002, the PSNI was still under the impression that Inga-Maria had died only hours before her body was discovered on the night of April 20th 1988 – meaning that with her having arrived in Larne on April 6th 1988 it was believed for almost twenty years that she had been held captive somewhere in the North for a full two weeks before being murdered, a thought that understandably greatly troubled Inga-Maria’s family for many years. However this notion was, as anyone who has read Part 3 of this blog may recall, a result of the time of death that had been established in the original pathologist’s report from 1988, a timeline which in 2007 was debunked entirely. That the initial estimated time of death was remarkably ruled to have been incorrect by a whole two weeks had unfortunate consequences for the RUC and later the PSNI, whose investigations were greatly complicated and compromised as a result. I would recommend that anyone interested in the full details of how and why that crucial revision came about check out Part 3 of this blog.

But back to this part of the story…In the otherwise-unavailable news clip I have posted below in addition to seeing the crime scene as it was on the night Inga-Maria’s body was discovered you will see and hear Detective Inspector Sam Harkness ask for people in the community to cast their minds back to try focus on any individuals who may have been behaving strangely or been uncustomarily absent during a two-week period from April 6th-20th 1988. Knowing what we know now, that would not have been the case, and all the scientific and other evidence points to Inga-Maria having lost her life on the night of April 6th or the early hours of the morning of April 7th 1988. That said, I believe the release of this newly-unearthed item is an important addition to the canon where this case is concerned.




Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.


Acknowledgements for Part 6

Special thanks to Peter Heathwood.

Girl, Interrupted: The Untold Story of Inga-Maria Hauser PART 5

A tribute to Inga-Maria Hauser, the definitive story of the only case of it’s kind in Northern Ireland and my continuing mission to uncover the truth behind an horrific murder still unsolved after 29 years despite one of the largest DNA screenings in policing history

By Keeley Moss


 Part 5 Contents

Chapter 29 - Port in a Storm
Chapter 30 - Town to Town
Acknowledgements for Part 5

Chapter 29 – Port in a Storm


Through the looking glass: This is from where foot passengers enter the terminal building at the Port Of Larne. The innocuous-sounding line “Attention all drivers!” is particularly ironic considering the circumstances of this case. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

Stick to a story long enough and the story sticks to you

Conor O’Callaghan, Nothing On Earth

Recently I visited several places related to the case for the first time. One of these was the Port of Larne – the last place where Inga-Maria is known for certain to have been alive. I found it a very emotional experience. Over the months I have been writing and blogging about her I feel the case has seeped into my pores and burrowed a permanent space in my brain. That might sound melodramatic, but when you become immersed in a case and a labour-of-love to the extent that I have with this, it haunts the majority of your waking thoughts, you find your mind overtaken by it during so many moments of everyday life. Every song I listen to I hear as a soundtrack to a movie in my mind about the case. Anything I see that dates from long ago I think of the date in relation to it. I watch an interview with soul legend James Brown and notice that it was taped on April 4th 1988 – when Inga-Maria was making her way through the UK…I pick up a library book and see from the date stamps at the front of the book that it was borrowed in March and June of 1988 – the former while Inga-Maria was still alive, the latter after she had lost her life in such horrific circumstances. I think of her, and the various aspects of the case, constantly. It’s in my thoughts first thing in the morning, and on my mind last thing at night.

I’d like to share with you some of the images taken during my recent visit to Northern Ireland, involving some places unseen or only rarely seen by most people. There wasn’t enough time to visit Ballypatrick Forest, and I think I’d rather leave the emotional enormity of that place for another time anyway. Visiting the Port of Larne, and later travelling to both Cloughmills and Loughguile, which as I explained in Part 3 of this blog are two of the three villages confirmed as being linked to the case by the PSNI, was I think enough for one day. I also got to briefly visit both Ballymena and Belfast, the former being one of the places that could have been driven through by the killers and Inga on the night she was murdered and the latter being Inga-Maria’s intended destination from Larne that she never got to reach. That I subsequently travelled from Belfast to Dublin, the journey she had planned to make had she ever reached Belfast in the first place, made it all the more poignant.


Bridge Over Troubled Waters: Ground-level view of the Port of Larne as dusk descends. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


Fly On The Wall: In Larne’s port terminal building. The significance of this image is that one of these directions effectively pointed towards safety on the night of April 6th 1988 – the other direction pointed towards a source of grave danger. Photo: Keeley Moss (c) 2017


Don’t Turn Around: This passageway leads from the ferry disembarkation point to the railway platform at Larne Harbour. Had Inga-Maria reached this point in all likelihood she would have survived that night. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

Although some things about the Port of Larne have changed in the almost twenty-nine years since the fateful night in question, much has remained unchanged. For instance, although the Stranraer-Larne route that Inga-Maria took in April 1988 has since been replaced by the Cairnryan-Larne crossing, the railway station at Larne Harbour is fortunately still accessible and appears pretty much identical to how it was in 1988, its station signs (see photo directly below) having been upgraded being the only obvious evidence I could find of time’s inexorable march onwards.


Train In The Distance: Dusk is falling and there’s not a soul at the station. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

There was no one on the railway station platform when my contact and I arrived, and no one in the entire ferry terminal building other than one staff member silently manning the front desk, adding to the eeriness of the experience. More eerie still was the knowledge that this nondescript-looking building, which I would imagine locals might take for granted to a certain if understandable extent, or perhaps not award too much thought to anyway, plays a crucial part in such a disturbing and enduring mystery. It’s interesting how something, or somewhere, can appear on the surface to be so mundane and commonplace, and yet as the saying goes, “If walls could talk…” Standing in the main hall of the ferry terminal, wandering around the lonely railway platform and most of all peering down the corridor where the foot passengers passed through after disembarking the Galloway Princess on the night of April 6th 1988 provoked a strange and very emotional feeling. I rarely detect atmospheres anywhere but here I honestly felt an unmistakable sense of sadness hanging in the air, a palpable aura of loss, the echo of the endless ether.


Station To Station: The author on the railway platform in Larne. Photo: RJM (c)2017

Before we left the ferry port, I took one last look through the glass doors at the corridor that the foot passengers would have passed through on the night of April 6th 1988 (see pic directly below). All the while many questions strived for supremacy in my mind. Did she disembark from the ferry on foot just as she’d boarded (as a foot passenger) in Stranraer earlier that evening? In other words, was she abducted only after she’d already gotten off the ferry? Or did she leave not just the Port of Larne in a vehicle but the ferry itself in a vehicle, thereby accompanying someone willingly? Did she ever even get to set foot on Northern Irish soil once before being so wickedly whisked away? I had heard it is less than one minute’s walk from the ferry disembarkation point to the train station, a distance I had found hard to believe could be as short as that until I saw it with my own eyes.

The police are of the opinion that Inga-Maria never made it to the train station, a view I was recently advised may have been formulated as a result of security cameras in place that would have recorded her presence on the train platform were she to have been there. So, if she was abducted it had to have been either while on board the ferry, or during the extremely short distance from the ferry to the train station or, just perhaps, after exiting the terminal building via the front exit, although this would not have been in keeping with her plans to travel to Belfast that night with the use of her InterRail ticket. But if she was abducted, how could this have happened without any of the other passengers noticing anything untoward? And how could those responsible have smuggled her out of the building? Despite her youth she was a grown woman, as well as carrying no less than three bags in addition to her large backpack. Even more so given the extremely-fraught security situation in the North in 1988, arguably the zenith of the Troubles, it would have been immensely-difficult if not impossible not to have aroused suspicion and risked detection were the killers to have attempted performing such an audacious abduction in full view of some of the other 418 passengers besides Inga-Maria and the killers on board the Galloway Princess that night. In fact I find it very unlikely. I believe she had to have left the ferry voluntarily with her killers.

Despite her not ever having been a hitchhiker (contrary to what various news outlets have repeatedly and irresponsibly misreported over the years), despite the belief among senior detectives that she had avoided taking lifts at any stage of her journey that Spring of 1988, and despite what some have contested that Inga-Maria was as she’s been described “worldly” enough not to have taken a lift that night, I would point to the numerous examples littered throughout the case of the notorious American serial sex killer Ted Bundy. The majority of the women (horrifyingly, a number ranging between 40 to over 100 women) he is suspected of having murdered left what they had been doing and accompanied him willingly despite never having met him before he approached them with an often preposterous story devised to deceive them. Several of these women were sunbathing when he approached them, and despite their being otherwise-engaged, and being barely even dressed, hardly a state in which you would imagine any woman being willing to help an unknown man carry his schoolbooks or help him lift his sailing boat to list two typical Bundy ruses, off they went, no questions asked. A charming appearance and/or a persuasive viewpoint being unfortunately often all it takes in such instances. I have been informed that the ferry from Stranraer to Larne in 1988 would have taken longer than such a comparative journey nowadays, and in the words of inside sources, the ferry journey’s duration would have given one of the killers “plenty of time to work his charm”. Which is what I believe that particular individual did – with devastating consequences.


Walk a Thin Line: The corridor the foot passengers leaving the Galloway Princess on the night of April 6th 1988 passed through after disembarking the ferry. But was Inga-Maria among them? Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017


The lights are on but no-one’s in: The passenger terminal at the Port of Larne. Photo: Keeley Moss (c) 2017

Chapter 30 – Town to Town


Night Vision: Aerial view of Larne Harbour. Photo: William Marks (c)2015

Having left the Port of Larne, I was taken on a drive around the surrounding area. Again, just as in the vicinity of the port terminal and railway platform there wasn’t a soul to be seen out, despite it being only early in the evening. I saw rows and rows of houses, street lights and otherwise darkness, allied to the vague void of an untold story, an unsettled score, an unresolved past clinging valiantly to the present, tearing at the truth to fight the silence. I could sense it, smell it, a certain tenseness, a very urban sort of restlessness. All in all, Larne is a fascinating place. I would have loved to have explored it in greater depth but time was in all too short a supply.


In the Air Tonight: On the streets of Larne en route from the ferry port. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

And so on we went from town to town, from the harbour to the hardcore. While talking about various aspects of the case the entire time. Driving at speed along winding country roads through a wall of thick fog, next up were the villages of Cloughmills and Loughguile in the heart of County Antrim’s rural splendour. By this point it was seriously eerie, knowing that as the police have formally stated, they are two of the three places (along with Armoy) where the answers to the case reside. That’s not just me saying that, having researched this case for ten months day-in, day-out – that’s the PSNI who, whatever you may think of them, have in their possession more pieces than anyone of the investigative jigsaw of this case.


Are You Ready For The Country? Loughguile after dark. Photo: Keeley Moss (c)2017

One of the many things that saddens me about the case concerns something I’ve never heard mentioned before. Inga-Maria had come so far, and despite her youth and her total inexperience of travelling abroad alone, she’d almost made it. All the way throughout Germany, the Netherlands, England and Scotland she hadn’t put a foot wrong. Her travel plans had clearly been very well arranged and implemented. Each ferry and train connection across four countries had seemingly been made on time. Until she arrived in Northern Ireland it was plain sailing, no pun intended. And then, through no fault of her own other than probably her decision to avail of a lift, all of the minor triumphs she’d enjoyed en route were suddenly rendered null and void, her joyous journey brutally curtailed, her visionary mission so darkly derailed. It’s one of the aspects of the case that bothers me. She was that close to making it. If she’d met almost anyone else in the country on board the ferry that night she probably would have been fine. But that one chance encounter, that one moment of utter lucklessness, of cruel fate or disastrous destiny, would cut her adrift from her teenage voyage and deny her the chance to write any more diary entries or paint or sketch any more artworks, or make an imprint on any more lives around her, or do any of the many other things she could have and likely would have gone on to do with her life.

One night. One journey. One mistake. One instance of succumbing to the fiendish scheming of a heartless charmer. And that was it. Taken and torn. Dead and gone. Forever lost to whatever lies beyond.


Inga-Maria Hauser. Born May 28th 1969. Died April 6th 1988. Never forgotten.

Please get in touch with me via email in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any information in relation to this case.

Copyright: Keeley Moss ℗&©2017. All rights reserved.



Acknowledgements for Part 5

Very special thanks to RC. YNWA.

Special thanks to a special person I shall refer to as IR for all her valued help and support with various aspects of my work on this case. Big thanks also to Jens, and thanks to Marcus Baumann.

Thanks to William Marks for very kindly volunteering the aerial photo depicting Larne Harbour and the surrounding landscape in all its panoramic glory.

Thanks to RJM for his valued assistance during my visit to a number of the key locations in the case.

Thanks to the very many good people throughout Northern Ireland in particular the local communities of County Antrim and most of all the wonderful community of Ballycastle for the enormous amount of interest, support and encouragement you have provided me with throughout my work on this case to date. It is very much appreciated.

Thanks are also due to the following groups on social media for their support and encouragement to date:

Things We Would Like To See In Ballycastle

Moving Forward In Northern Ireland

Unsolved Murder Cold Cases In Ireland

Tricks For The Barmaid – A Microdisney Group