Folie à deux
This year my posts will be a little more episodic and random. I’ve distilled down some stories I’ve heard or read about over the years, and I’ll be reporting out on the best stuff. It’s like dumpster-diving except you don’t have to do it; I’ve sifted through the crap and pulled out all the good stuff for you. That means not everything will have a neat conclusion. Last time we talked about some bikers who recovered a safe in an old plane. What was in the safe? What does it mean? I don’t know. As Pepe says in the most-excellent Ernst Lubitsch film, The Shop Around The Corner, “Draw your own conclusions.”

There’s an even more frightening theory than the one where it’s “statistically improbable” that a serial killed didn’t commit three similar murders in the space of 19 months in the Eastern Townships: the idea that all sorts of people were getting away with some very bad things, including murder in the era of my sister Theresa’s murder. One of the ideas that has persisted over the years is the theory of a folie-a-deux; more than one offender committing these murders, as a shared, escalating experience with one partner being more dominant, possibly older than the other.
The classic folie a deux can be seen in the Papin sisters, two maids who murdered their employer in Le Mans, France (1933). The case became the subject of Jean Genet’s play, The Maids. An American variation is the murder of a 14-year-old boy by two University of Chicago students, Leopold and Loeb. They did it for kicks, just to prove to themselves that they could get away with it as a sort of right of passage, not unlike what we know of biker gang initiations. It’s never entirely clear which of the partners is in control, but there is always a sense of one dominating the other and egging them on in a shared psychosis. You recognize this relationship from many Alfred Hitchcock films like Rope and Strangers on a Train. The one folie a deux we’ve talked about most recently is the case of the twin New York Gynecologists, Stewart and Cyril Marcus. In this affair, their drug addiction moved them to symbiotic self-destruction and suicide, as represented in the David Cronenberg film, Dead Ringers.

The folie a deux theory was introduced to me very early in investigating my sister’s case. Shortly after the publication of the Who Killed Theresa stories in The National Post in 2002, a woman came forward with a strange tale. At first glance it appeared unrelated, but she felt it might have been connected to the Township murders of Theresa Allore, Manon Dube and Louise Camirand.
In the summer of 1976 this woman was a teenager hitchhiking with a friend along Sherbrooke St. in Montreal’s East End, They were headed in the direction of what today is CFB Longue Pointe, which is just before the intersection with Route 25. They were picked up immediately by two men, a younger man with a “military haircut” who was driving, and an older man riding in the passenger seat dressed in a suit with greased-back hair. The girls climbed in the back of this “brown American car with construction rags hanging out of the trunk”. Almost immediately the older man reached in the back of the car, knocked the girls’ heads together, and began beating them. He told them they were going to die, at which point one of the girls stuck her cigarette in his cheek. The two girls jumped from the moving vehicle (shades of Peggy Coleman here) and tried to hide in a nearby field. The vehicle returned and attempted to run them over before racing off into the night.
This horrifying account captures the imagination because it contains elements that hint at narrative threads in the Allore-Dube-Camirand story. There is the young man with the military haircut in a car going in the direction of the Montreal Canadian Forces Base. We know that in the summer of 1976 – the summer of the Montreal Olympics – cadets from the Sherbrooke Hussars were sent to Montreal to work at the Longue-Pointe base, building lockers and generally making themselves busy in preparation for the games.

Luc Gregoire may have been one of those cadets with the Sherbrooke Hussars ( we definitely know that Louise Camirand worked at the Hassars compound in Sherbrooke). Is it possible that Luc Gregoire was the young man at the wheel of the car in this 1976 Montreal attack? One of the reasons a folie a deux is so compelling in the case of Luc Gregoire is it helps to justify one of the major obstacles in a theory of him being the murderer of Allore-Dube-Camirand: his age. In 1976 Luc Gregoire would have been 16; the right age to be off on a summer in Montreal doing cadet training, but is it the right age for a murderer?
If the theory holds, Gregoire was just 17 when he committed the brutal sexual assault, mutilation and strangulation murder of Louise Camirand. Not impossible. I would remind you that Richard Bouillon – long suspected in the disappearance of Julie Surprenant, in a death bed confession he admitted to her murder – raped dozens on girls before the age of sixteen. But the probability is elevated if we consider that Gregoire may have been groomed and tutored at the hands of an older, more experienced offender.
So if this is Gregoire in 1976 – and I don’t think it is, we are just doing an exercise here – then who is the older, greasy guy? Someone once suggested that it might have been Jean-Luc Pouliot, the patriarch of the Pouliot clan thought to have orchestrated the shotgun murders committed in Compton in 1984. It’s an interesting idea. Compton is where Theresa was found, the Pouliots had a cottage on Lake Memphremagog near where the body of Louise Camirand was found. But it’s really a case of cherry-picking people to fit the information. We know Gregoire and Pouliot because I have discussed them at length, so now we put them together, because these are the offenders we know. I can tell you there were hundreds of older and younger offender combinations in the Eastern Townships in that era who you could equally consider as possible suspects in a folie a deux.

I will leave you with one further thought before we move on: Although I do not think that Gregoire and Pouliot were the pair in the 1976 Montreal folie a deux, simply by introducing that possibility allows for the idea to capture your imagination.
Perhaps a better approach would be to look at some of the cases we’ve covered from the ’70s and consider which of them may have been committed by more than one person. Sharron Prior from Montreal in 1975 seems like a case of more than one offender. It’s believed she was held captive for a number of days before being dumped in Longueuil. Louise Camirand is very similar. The dump site near Magog is not the site of her torture and murder. In both cases, police have always held out the possibility of more than one person committing the murders. Jocelyne Houle, who disappeared on a night out in Montreal (last seen at the Old Munich), appears to have been a gang-rape killing ( she was dumped in Sainte Calixte where many bikers lived, and were known to dump bodies).
If we look at the following table, we can sort some of the cases into two groups. These are not all of the cases; if I’ve left some out it’s because I’m undecided which category the fall under. But when you consider these two groupings, something else in common becomes apparent:
Single Offender | More than one offender |
Katherine Hawkes | Sharron Prior |
Lison Blais | Louise Camirand |
Nicole Gaudreault | Jocelyne Houle |
Theresa Allore |
The single offender groupings (Hawkes, Blais, Gaudreault) are all urban murders. The more-than-one-offender groupings are all rural. Considering this, I would say it’s easier for one person to commit murder in a city. The work can be done undetected. You can be on your way to a bus or metro rather quickly. It also implies something of the motive: perhaps a purse snatch that escalates. Or a purse snatch that is the initial justification to mask a crime of a more sexual nature. The group murders suggest something else: the joyride, the gang-bang, something for kicks, because women are expendable. But let’s not get too attached to these distinctions. Remember that Guy Croteau acted alone when he picked up Sophie Landry at a Longueuil bus station in 1987, stabbed her 173 times, and dumped her in a corn field north of Montreal.

Why might Theresa Allore be a matter of a folie a deux? I’m slightly embarrassed to admit this but in the early 2000s I consulted a psychic, Laurie Campbell, known from the book, The Afterlife Experiments. She described Theresa being picked up just outside of her King’s Hall residence in Compton, at the mailbox actually. There was a large car with more than one person in it, and she was persuaded to get in the vehicle. That’s just information, it’s not evidentiary, and I’ve sat on it for a while.
The more compelling reason is because that’s what the evidence tells us. We know she was last seen in Lennoxville. We know she wanted to get to her residence 10 miles away in Compton. We know there was no bus service and she didn’t have a car. And we know she was prone to hitchhiking.
We also know that over the years, there have been several first-hand reports of horror-show hitchhiking experiences along the Lennoxville – Compton corridor that ended in sexual assaults or attempted assaults – most notably the account of Catherine Dawe who was orally raped in the parking lot of King’s Hall in 1977.
Finally this: We know that shortly after the publication of Wish You Were Here, the Quebec police received a phone call from a witness documenting something they observed in the fall of 1978. The Surete du Quebec consider this account very credible. The person was driving in the area of Lennoxville – Compton in the fall of 1978. They observed a vehicle with three individuals inside chasing a young woman who was running down the road.
That too is just information. And now that terrifying idea is out of my head and into yours.
Another fascinating episode with horrific stories…
Did the police investigate that incident in 1976 or years after that? Did they talk to those two teenagers who were attacked by that folie à deux? Did they get a better description of the offenders and know who they are? Were they speaking English or French? Did they track down that “brown American car with construction rags hanging out of the trunk”?
Did the police do a follow up on the rape of Catherine Dawe in 1977?
The Sûreté du Québec received information from a witness in 2020 about a woman being chased down the road in Lennoxville by three men in a car in 1978 and since they have had this information for more than a year now, what did they come up with?
Oh yes, I’ll draw my own conclusion: Apparently, all those horrible attacks were going on in the late 1970s and nobody did anything. Then Theresa Allore was murdered, and other young women followed, still nobody was caught. Anno 2021 we still have no clue to the identity of the offenders. And the Sûreté du Québec is taking things seriously….
Nope, I don’t see any drug addict in this picture of Theresa Allore… The Montreal Gazette wrote that she might be a drug addict, the police suggested that too. The police also said she might be a runaway. I have seen many drug addicts or runaways, but this girl isn’t one of them. She looks content, happy, bright, wicked, and looking forward to her future. She is well taken care of, and loved, and her face says she hasn’t got a single worry in the world… I’d have liked to be friends with her if I was there.
I can’t accept that nobody remembers her.
Certainly, in those 19 years of her life, people must have encountered her on many occasions, they have met her, they knew her. She was outgoing, open and she was social.
Maybe she shared a slice of a pizza with you, maybe you offered her a cigarette and had a conversation with her while you were studying with her? Maybe you talked about music and concerts together or maybe you saw her cycling… You might have shared the same interests or school…Your father or mother or grandparents might know her back in the day.
It beats me that people in Montreal, Lennoxville, Compton or New Brunswick absolutely have no recollection of Theresa Allore. Look at her picture and I’m sure you’ll recognize her from 1976, 1977 or 1978 at least. Surely not everyone has a collective amnesia.
I remember Theresa Allore but by the time she went to Champlain we had long since lost touch. Theresa and I went to PCHS together and although a classmate we were never close friends. In my minds eye though Theresa is still one of a group of timid 12 year olds starting high school. She had delicate features and a beautiful, almost mischievous smile, but then we were all on a new adventure then. Although I imagine we would some of the same memories through those years, some of her friends were my friends too and many are on my Friends list on Facebook I do not have any individual memories of her. However in 1977 for some reason I had decided to apply to Vanier College, Snowden campus. Not sure at all why, hard to figure out sometimes decisions we made at 16. My first day at Vanier college I was surrounded by the unfamiliar – unfamiliar faces and surroundings until a voice called “Pat”, I looked and it was Theresa. I had never been so happy to see someone in my life. I dropped out of Vanier and transferred to John Abbott fairly quickly, the commute was enough to convince me that Snowden was not a good idea. However I did want to say that I remember Theresa. A bit of a sad twist to that memory is us sitting in the lounge and talking about the summer. That summer a girl from our class, Theresa Lowry, had been struck and killed while riding her bike out to John Abbott college and Theresa Allore was telling me that it was awful and that her mother had been getting phone calls from concerned neighbours who thought it was her who had died. My last memory of Theresa, although in my minds eye I still see her as the 12 year old, was from the backseat of your Dad’s car when she offered me a ride back to the West Island. Just a bit telling of the times we lived in, and the poor local public transit, I probably hitchhiked home from Sources Rd when dropped off. And all this to say, in response to the above post, many people remember Theresa
Thank you very much for that, Tricia. Boy, that story about the other Theresa is something. Very spooky. I had never heard about that. Again, thank you for checking in.
John, I just read the book and had to make myself remember, trite I suppose but I want to remember her as the girl who lived, not the girl who died. I am really glad that I remember her smile and her eyes.
Hi Tricia, thank you so much for your post, your message about Theresa and especially for remembering her! I have never met Theresa Allore; I wish I had. I live in Europe and read about Theresa for the first time 7 months ago in the book “Wish You Were Here” written by Patricia Pearson & John Allore. Since I’ve read that book 7 months ago, I just can’t put Theresa Allore out of my mind. I just couldn’t believe that nobody would remember her, because I discovered Theresa Allore’s existence 7 months ago and I can’t forget her! So, I thought how is this possible that nobody can remember her… It means so much to me that at least you don’t have amnesia and you remember her! Beautiful memories you have of her proves that she existed and was there!
La police n’a pas résolu le cas de Theresa Allore et les affaires non résolues s’accumulent à la SQ. Je me demande si la Sûreté du Québec a enquêté sur le meurtre de Theresa Lowry….. Je n’ai jamais entendu parler de ce nom auparavant. Je viens de consulter le site Web de la Sûreté du Québec, « Dossiers non résolus », et je n’ai pas vu ce nom sur le site Web des Dossiers non résolus de la Sûreté du Québec. Je suppose qu’ils doivent encore découvrir cette affaire de meurtre à la SQ ! Incroyable !