
21/09/2025
Ballarat, 1998. A night out that should’ve ended with laughs and late-night chips instead turned into one of the most horrific unsolved murders the region’s ever seen.
Tracey Howard was just 33. Full of spark, bursting with energy, the one who lit up every room.
She worked at the Mars factory, had a house in Brown Hill thanks to a lotto win, and a wide circle of mates – from office execs to bikies. Everyone who knew her said she was magnetic, selfless, impossible not to like.
In the early hours of Sunday, November 22, Tracey hit up Cheers, Ballarat’s over-30s nightclub. It wasn’t even a planned night – just a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing.
CCTV shows her leaving alone at 3:08am, heading towards the taxi rank. She spoke briefly to a bloke she knew, got in a cab, and vanished into the night. Her best friend Sue Slater never saw her again.
At first, no one panicked. Her partner of five years thought she’d just crashed at a friend’s place. But when hours turned to a day, worry set in.
Seventeen hours after she was reported missing – 37 hours after she was last seen – Tracey’s naked body was found dumped on the side of Clarkes Hill Road, Pootilla, about 20 kilometres east of Ballarat.
The scene was sickening. Her clothes – jeans, a black-and-orange velour top, underwear, lace-up ankle boots – were scattered along a 500-metre stretch of bitumen, tossed out like garbage by whoever killed her.
The post-mortem revealed she’d been strangled. No evidence of s*xual assault. No attempt to hide her. Just brutality. Coppers even reckon she might’ve been murdered in her own home before being dumped.
They apparently interviewed 54 taxi drivers from that night, working the angles for decades. And still – no justice. The cold case squad openly admits they have a suspect and believe they know why she was taken out.
They also reckon the killer is local, still in the area, walking the same streets, and living a normal life – all while Tracey’s friends and family live with unanswered questions.
“It sounds unreal, but everyone loved her. It was as simple as that,” Sue recalled. And yet someone out there hated her enough – or feared her enough – to strangle her and leave her body naked on a back road.
Tracey's story is more than a case file. It’s a scar on Ballarat. A reminder that monsters don’t always hide in the dark – sometimes they live among us, smiling, pretending, while their secrets rot the whole city from the inside.
If you know anything, now’s the time to speak. Tracey’s family deserves answers. Her friends deserve peace. And Ballarat deserves to stop carrying the weight of this unsolved horror.