Reginald Brooks Wiki: Executed for Murdering His Three Sons in Their Sleep

On March 6, 1982, Reginald Brooks Sr. murdered his three sons as they lay sleeping in their beds. Why did he commit these heinous crimes? This Reginald Brooks wiki takes a look at the couple’s troubled marriage and the events that led to the murders and Reginald’s November 2011 execution.

It Started as Young Love

Reginald Brooks was born on March 20, 1945. 

About Reginald Brooks
GenderMale
SpouseBeverly Brooks
ChildrenReginald Brooks Jr., Vaughn Brooks, Niarchos Brooks
NationalityAmerican

Beverly Brooks recalls Reginald as being gentle, kind, and attentive when they first met in school, in Cuyahoga County, Ohio. He was, she said, “just so smooth” and he treated her in a way she’d never experienced with anybody else.

“Everything just fell into place.”

Soon, the couple became pregnant and were expecting their first child. They were both excited at the idea of starting a family.

Reginald proposed, and they got married on November 21, 1964. Beverly recalls her wedding day as being “surreal.”

“I was happy, I was finally Mrs. Reginald Brooks. I figured we’d be together for the rest of our lives, like you’re supposed to, till death us do part.”

The couple went on to have three sons.

Reginald Adams Brooks, Jr. was born on January 9, 1965. 

Vaughn S. Brooks arrived almost two years later, on September 6, 1966. 

Reginald and Beverly’s youngest son, Niarchos Travior Brooks, was born on December 28, 1970. 

The couple brought their family up in Cleveland, Ohio. 

Cracks Appear in the Marriage

Beverly could never imagine the evil Reginald would commit. But in hindsight, there were some troubling signs.

For starters, Beverly wondered why Reginald was always trying to keep people away from her.

On one occasion, Beverly’s favorite uncle was visiting her parents, and they called to let her know that he wanted to see her. An excited Beverly was looking forward to a visit later that day; Reginald, though, had different ideas.

He told Beverly that there was no way her family members were coming over to their house. He didn’t want anyone to come inside. “When they knock, just don’t answer,” he said.

Reginald didn’t say it in a mean way, and he wasn’t demanding. It was just a seemingly normal conversation.

Unfortunately, Beverly had no way of warning her mother—this was a time before cell phones. Her parents and uncle came over and knocked on the door, repeatedly. But Reginald refused to let them in. Beverly just sat there hoping they’d stop knocking and go home.

Beverly was too embarrassed to go over to her parents’ place and explain anything. “What do I say?”

After that, if anyone wanted to visit with her, Beverly would just go over to their house. “It just made it easier.”

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Reginald Brooks and Beverly Brooks; Image: Evil Lives Here

Reginald Brooks’ Slow Descent into Madness?

Isolation

When their third son, Niarchos, was born, Beverly noticed that Reginald began to isolate himself.  Beverly knew that Reginald was a loner, and she kind of respected that, but then he wanted to go out and do less and less. He even stopped going out of the house; he wouldn’t go to the store with Beverly or visit friends and he didn’t want to be around her family or his own.

At one point, he would sit on the porch and watch his kids play. But even that came to an end, and Reginald wouldn’t step outside the house.

At the time, Beverly didn’t necessarily see his actions as strange. She wrote it off as him simply being “a recluse” who “disassociated himself from the outside world.”

Reginald may have been content to be a hermit, but Beverly and her sons kept on living life to the fullest.

Paranoia

Beverly began to notice other strange things, most notably that Reginald started to act paranoid. He told his wife that he believed someone was out to get him, or trying to poison him. One evening, Beverly made beef stew for the family. Reginald wasn’t feeling well and confronted Beverly, asking her what she put in the stew.

Reginald told Beverly that he noticed she didn’t have any. The answer was simple: she was up making dinner and serving her family. Their three sons had eaten the stew and were fine. That explanation wasn’t good enough for the agitated Reginald. He demanded that Beverly eat some, to prove to him it wasn’t poisoned.

Reginald stood there while Beverly ate the delicious stew. Reginald wasn’t feeling well, but it had nothing to do with Beverly’s cooking. She suggested they go to the emergency room. There, they discovered he had appendicitis and was just 30 minutes away from dying.

Stranger Days

As the boys got older, Reginald’s behavior became even stranger. Beverly even began wishing she hadn’t made him go to the hospital that fateful night. If she’d waited half an hour longer, he’d have died. And life would have taken an entirely different trajectory.

Reginald was becoming more and more paranoid at work. His coworkers were out to get him, do him harm, and poison him. In 1976, Reginald quit his job, leaving Beverly as the sole earner. After he quit working, his behavior started to change for the worse.

When their three sons had friends come over and visit, Reginald would hide in the bedroom—but he would open the door a sliver and peek out and stare at them. He never came out of the bedroom; he just watched from a distance.

At the time, Beverly excused his behavior: he wasn’t hurting anyone, it was just his nerves, he was going through a rough patch…etc.

Even Stranger Nights

When Beverly was getting ready for bed, she would often see Reginald already under the covers, watching TV—as he had been all day. At a certain time every night, the TV station would sign off, and all that would be left on the screen was flickering snow making white noise.

Instead of turning the TV off, Reginald would sit there watching the white snow for hours. Beverly asked him to turn the TV off so she could get enough sleep to go to work the next day, but he just ignored her.

She could have gotten up and turned the TV off herself, but she didn’t know how he would react. He had never been abusive to her, but she also didn’t want to push the issue to see if it got to that point. Beverly just tried to tune it out.

On another night, Beverly woke up to the smell of smoke. It was coming from the kitchen. When she got in the kitchen, she found one of her ornamental rag dolls on the stove top, in flames. She took it to the sink and ran the water.

Beverly confronted Reginald when she went back to bed. He had been in bed when she woke up to the smoke, which means he set the doll on fire and crawled back into bed. Reginald didn’t reply when she asked him why he would do that. He just rolled over and went to sleep.

Beverly felt like she had to let the issue go. But she was also more on guard than ever before.

Voodoo

Beverly and Reginald’s oldest son, Reginald Jr., had a stuffed pet dog that he slept with every night. One morning, Beverly got up before the kids and went into the living room. There, she found her son’s stuffed dog hanging from the chandelier, strung up with a noose around its neck. It also had a hole in its heart.

Beverly again confronted Reginald and he just looked at her blankly. Again, nothing.

Why would he do something like that? Reginald believed in voodoo and believed there were things one could do to put a spell on someone.

The voodoo theory may sound far-fetched, but it wasn’t an isolated experience.

One afternoon, Beverly heard strange noises coming from their bedroom, “incantations” and “chantings” is how she described them.

At that point, Beverly decided to call the police. As soon as they arrived and knocked on the bedroom door, he stopped chanting. The police spoke with Reginald in the bedroom and, after 15 minutes, they left.

They said that she should call them again if he hurt her or their kids; otherwise, there was nothing they could do.

Reginald made sure she wouldn’t be able to call again. He smashed the phone, claiming people were listening in to their conversations.

Again, not believing there was anything she could do, Beverly just decided to keep a watchful eye.

Tensions Reach a Breaking Point

On January 31, 1982, Beverly came downstairs to Reginald in a physical altercation with their middle son, Vaughn, who was 15 years old at the time.

Reginald had confronted Vaughn about his homework, then struck the young man when he didn’t get the response he wanted.

Beverly Brooks tried to break up the melee but was pushed out of the way by Reginald. At this point, Reginald Jr., the eldest son, entered the room, with both he and Vaughn subduing their father. It was at this point that Reginald told his eldest son, “You’re dead.”

Over the next two weeks, Reginald Brooks made decisions that would forever change his family.

On February 24, 1982, Brooks took out a cash advance on his credit card.

On February 25, Brooks Sr. traveled across town to North Olmsted where he purchased a gun and ammunition. On the federal gun registration form, he hid the fact that he had once been arrested for grand theft.

On March 4, an exhausted Beverly served Reginald with divorce papers, after which he told her that “he was going to burn the papers,” and that “if he didn’t know better that he would be afraid of himself.”

On either Tuesday or Wednesday of that week, Beverly’s employer told her she would have to work on Saturday, March 6, 1982. So Beverly let Reginald know that she had to work on Saturday and he would be home alone with the kids that day.

March 6, 1982: Reginald Brooks Murders His Three Sons

On the morning of Saturday, March 6, 1982, Beverly Brooks left for work sometime between 7:15 a.m. and 7:30 a.m. When she left, her three sons, Reginald Jr. (17 ), Vaughn (15), and Niarchos (11), were asleep in bed.

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Beverly Brooks and sons (L-R Niarchos, Reginald Jr., and Vaughn); Image: Evil Lives Here

At around 7:30 that morning, Reginald Brooks was seen walking his dog around the neighborhood.

At 8:00 a.m., Vicki Hayes, who lived in the upper level of the two-story family home the Brooks’ resided in, heard a “loud sound.” Her bedroom was located right above the bedroom the three Brooks boys shared. She then heard a stereo playing loudly for the rest of the day.

Vonda Jackson, a friend of Reginald Brooks Jr., called to speak to her friend a little after 9:00 a.m. Reginald Brooks Sr. answered the phone; when she asked to speak wi