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Ed Ginn
You must have seen the classic horror movie like texas chain saw, psycho vanity, if yes then today I will tell you such a story. After listening to this, your creeps will stand. He had his own style of collecting a trophy for himself a murder a trophy.
chandan chakravertyPublished 5 days ago in CriminalGUTS
GUTS - Part 2 The Interview Monday, 12 July, 1993 - 7 Days After the Death I tapped my fingers on the desk. It was cold, the metal displaying signs of wear and tear and repeated cleanings. The raised steel loops welded to the table had streaks on them from whatever they use to clean these tables. The cracked skin on the corners of my fingers made the tips of them hum, and I tapped harder, feeling the ache spread wider. I took deep breaths, paying close attention to my heart rate, thankful for the air conditioning taking the perspiration from my skin as I sat, waiting.
Gretchen LavenderPublished 12 days ago in CriminalNew chains, Same Shackles
I can feel the corners closing in as I sit on my knees covered in sweat in the corner of an empty dark unsettling silent room, as I raise my head I can see a bright white light spreading from the corner of the room. I can't tell if I’m shrinking or the room is growing. I stand and take off towards the light, but suddenly begin falling and I awake. gasping for air as my father stands at the corner of my bed with an empty wet rusty metal bucket, chuckling as I lay there drenched in freezing wail water as I stare at the clock that read 5:00 a.m. “get up and get on ready he hollers at me” as I jump out of bed soaked, exhausted and yawning stretching my limbs out. I take a quick five-minute cold shower before I head into the kitchen for a cup of black bittersweet coffee. a couple of minutes go by in the distance a honk goes off, and I yank my cup of coffee and head out towards the entrance gate. before I could mount onto the truck my father stops me and blurts out to me on heading towards my uncle's ranch by the riverside on horseback and assisting him in burying a cow he found dead deep in the woods. So I head out back and tack up Daisy, a pinto shire horse I was gifted on my 16 birthday along with my 22. rifle. we head out towards the outskirts of the village by the riverside, its a very vegetive path that could only be made by horseback, from long lush branches to a razor-edged grass, macaws flying over me, spider monkey swinging chanting thru the trees, the hollow echoing sound of the strong current of the miles-wide river. as I approach the ranch, the path leads down towards the riverside I whistle out for my uncle Neto as I ride along the river. I catch a slight whistle coming up ahead on the other side of the river, he comes out of the woodworks and directs me towards a shallow, steady part of the river where ill be able to cross with daisy. As were crossing something frightens her and she jumps up. I fall back headfirst into the shallow water onto the river bed with my rifle strapped onto my side it misfires on impact into the tree the monkeys start howling and the birds scatter. Daisy runs towards my uncle with her tail swishing, high head carriage rocking, and her teeth grinding completely frightened. As I kneel there light-headed, my uncle tries to get Daisy under control and screams out to me if I’m ok. I replied with the ok hand gesture, stand and walk towards Daisy and we head up onto the tree line and towards the deceased cow. on our way there he explains to me they had already dug the hole and thrown the cow in the previous day with men they hired. On arrival, I notice the dirt beneath the cow was unreasonably soft as if they threw dirt back in before throwing in the cow which was odd and completely unnecessary. But what also captivates my attention the most was the cow's state. it was torn apart its intestines shredded, its jaw mangled, utterly viciously mutilated, by whatever predator it, unfortunately, crossed paths with. As he’s scooping dirt, and I’m throwing rotting wood into the hole, its head shift, and I catch a glimpse of a gleamy, silver, eagle-shaped belt buckle that vaguely seemed familiar.....To be continued
Samuel RomeroPublished 12 days ago in CriminalJumieges
1 It always starts with a body. My involvement in crime always begins with a body. Murder is the most heinous of crimes even in our modern times. My appointment as a detective came after the unfortunate Crippen murder case. Working the beat, I knew the Doctor and Cora Crippen well. My suspicions and Inspector Dew's led us to search their house. The search led us to discover the body, leading to Inspector Dew's dramatic speedy crossing of the Atlantic to arrest the subject and his girlfriend.
Jeffry ParkerPublished 22 days ago in CriminalCentral Park to Central Booking
Walter’s outgoing personality instantly puts everyone he meets in a relaxed, open state of mind. This is important because, as a carriage driver in New York City, his primary function, besides controlling rather docile horses, is to put all his customers in a good mood. The passengers are normally from out of town. No local would pay $35.00 for a half-hour buggy ride. “Fuhgeddaboudit!” The happier the customer, the bigger the tip, and the more they would talk about their plans. Plans Walter would covertly record on his phone.
Mark GagnonPublished 25 days ago in CriminalThe First and Last Voyage
The Now: The excitement at the quayside was muted by the fact that for some there was also sadness. It was exciting to be embarking upon this new, wonderful vessel, but for some, it was one of mixed feelings. Who knew when they might see one another again? Tears mixed with laughter. Grandmothers hugged grandchildren that they may never hold again, whereas affluent families travelling en masse were affronted by the show of affection and sadness. Dowagers and matriarchs were not at all sympathetic to the emotional ‘exhibitions’ of those less ‘worthy’ around them. They would have preferred that the riff raff keep a tighter grip on their unseemly ‘theatricals’ – or not be there at all.
Elle Fran WilliamsPublished about a month ago in CriminalKitchen Conundrum
Lieutenant Baskins was in charge of the investigation. It wasn’t her first murder investigation, far from it. Since transferring to homicide ten years ago, it felt as though she had a fresh case every week. Most of the bodies she inspected were in back alleys, bedrooms, or cars. This one was different. The body lay face down in the middle of a restaurant kitchen.
Mark GagnonPublished about a month ago in CriminalGUTS
The body is heavy. I struggle to loop my arms under his, his head tips first to one side and then to the other. I think for a moment that I have a good purchase and then he slips, collapsing to the floor like a sack of potatoes, sliding down the bathroom wall to come to rest on the floor.
Gretchen LavenderPublished about a month ago in Criminal
China plane crash: One damaged 'black box’ found, details about pilots released
China Eastern Airline: The plane - a Boeing 737-800 - crashed in China's Guangxi region on Monday, killing every one of the 132 ready.
Deepak PanditPublished 2 months ago in Criminal
Dark Athyx Fantasy Productions
INT. STUDIO - DAY NARRATOR Episode One: The Lash of Malloc written by Travis Heermann and published by AEG under the Open Gaming License; Copyright by Wizard’s of the Coast 2000. Podcast Script written by W.S. Klass. Stripper Connection written by W.S. Klass and performed by W.S. Klass.
W.S. KlassPublished 2 months ago in Criminal
Rat Trap
Most people find rats unsettling, and Julian was no exception. After being forced to deal with one rat in particular, he now fears them.
Mark GagnonPublished 2 months ago in Criminal
Kyiv imposes intensified curfew
Russia Ukraine Conflict Live News, Russia Ukraine War Crisis News Today, 26 Feb: The Ukrainian health minister said on Saturday that 198 people have been killed and more than 1,000 others have been wounded till date.
Anuj GuptaPublished 3 months ago in Criminal
