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Genetic Genealogy ID's Victim of Chicago Serial Killer
Larry Eyler, the "Highway Killer", admitted to 21 deaths. It angered him beyond belief. His married boyfriend did absolutely nothing to further THEIR relationship. Why couldn't he come out? Why couldn't he commit?
Real MonstersPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Bizarre Disappearance of Colin Gillis
It was still winter according to the calendar, but 18-year-old Colin Gillis was on spring break. He planned to return home to Tupper Lake, New York, a tiny logging town with a population of around 6,000 people. He was looking forward to reconnecting with some of his high school friends. His college classes had finished up on Friday, March 9, 2012, and Colin headed for his parents’ house after that.
Jenn BaxterPublished 3 years ago in CriminalA Day at The Ball Park
While watching my son's little league baseball team warm up I was informed that there had been a shooting days earlier at a park here in the center of good living Ocoee, Florida. Our sleepy southern town doesn’t suffer from a great amount of crime or violence so any discharging of a firearm is big news. The baseball mom who shared the information with me was a bit sketchy on her facts and details so she left me curious as to exactly what happened. The boys all played great that day as we beat the team from the city of Clermont by twelve runs and headed on our way back to Ocoee.
Cam RascoePublished 3 years ago in CriminalTHE FARE
“I need you to take me out to the desert and leave me to die alone.” He was fully settled in the backseat and I didn’t know how to answer such a statement. I could tell he was in pain.
Grant WhitehurstPublished 3 years ago in CriminalWhere’s the Fire?
Three people sat in the ancient Wilmington, Delaware theater. Gas lamps lit the place. The multi-billionaire Kellia “Sellz” Millken had rented the movie house to have a private oasis with her boyfriend rapper James “Hark” Wesley. They both had an affinity for silent movies. On this day, they watched a classic from 1927 titled Away, Away.
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Whale
Jonas thought of himself as a big man; successful, street-savvy, a soldier of the streets; a man of action and purpose; a born leader, able to bend others to his indomitable will; a man of sophistication and clout; charismatic. In actuality, he was a small man, not in size but in life; a thug, singular in his thoughts and actions, given to fits of rage and violence, striking out against anyone who dared question his motives. Unkempt and disheveled; stringy hair falling over his eyes, covering his malevolent gaze. Teeth chipped, yellowed and stained by his two-pack a day habit that comprised most of his forgetful thirty years of life
Steve AndersonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalOnce A Soldier
The gun was old, like the man, but the hand was steady and the eyes were bright and alive. Shining in the shadows, just like old times, waiting, listening. Aware of every sound. Not dimmed by the years, but burning with the old fire.
paul towsonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalIntruder Brutally Attacks Mother In Front Of Children
Darlene Renee Hulse was a 28-year-old living in a community of about 1,500 people in Argos, Indiana. She was married to Ronald Hulse and they had three daughters: 8-year-old Marie, 6-year-old Melissa, and 12-month-old Kristen.
Under the Burning Sky
The temperatures would fall, and spirits with them, as the Chapel steamed its steady course, ever northbound. The putt-putt of the engine and whisper of the wind were all that was to be heard, for the crew lay idle, and their Captain lay pensive.
Romance Scam:
Should we talk about the online romance scammers or catfish, another name for online fraudsters? We should, we must… We must talk about it, even if those who had lived through it and experienced unbearable pain from finding out that their true newly found love turned out to be a fraud, would not speak up. They consider the fact of being scammed as their own fault, ashamed to admit they were scammed. They are afraid they would be ridiculed and pointed fingers at.
Natalia GrinPublished 3 years ago in CriminalDead Silence
“Oh, shit” The lights went out, my eyes growing wide. Was it that time already? I look to my watch, which has stopped at exactly 10:59 p.m.
Sitting in the Sand
Dusk came early on March the 5th 1989. The rise and fall of breakers. Wind in the palms. He pulled the baggy blue jeans up from the edge of his buttocks. Forgot his belt. Again. He tapped the industrial torch against the heel of his hand. Batteries rattled inside the casing like maracas. It blinked away the darkness. And the things he’d heard in it. Popcorn fireworks. Dogs barking. The roar of the engine. His boots sunk in the sand as he trudged along the coastline. It was like walking on suction cups. Cicadas rattled in the trees. By now, the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. The only light was the torch in his hand that glittered off the waterline. No moon. Even the stars seemed dimmer.
Sean Cavanagh-VossPublished 3 years ago in Criminal