In December 1997, police arrived at the Daniels family home on Dasher Street, in the tiny Christmas-themed town of Santa Claus, Georgia.

The front door was ajar. Inside, the house was pitch dark and eerily silent. Deputies called out, but no one answered.

When they reached the master bedroom, the deputies froze. Forty-three-year-old Danny Daniels lay sprawled beside his thirty-three-year-old wife, Kim. Both were drenched in blood. Kim had been shot in the face; Danny in the head.

Down the hallway, they found sixteen-year-old Jessica Daniels, lifeless, near the doorway of her parents’ room. In an adjoining bedroom, eight-year-old Bryant lay in bed, clutching his teddy bear — shot point-blank as he slept.

Each victim had been killed execution-style with a single blast to the head. Scattered throughout the home were spent Remington 1100 shotgun shells.In a nearby closet, officers discovered two small children — four-year-old Corey and ten-month-old Gabe — huddled together, trembling but miraculously alive.

But three of the children — Amber, Brooke, and Amanda — were missing.

Where had the girls gone? Were they still alive?

And who could have carried out such a brutal crime in this quiet, close-knit community — a place known for joy, goodwill, and Christmas spirit?

This is The Santa Claus Murders.