**Due to the sensitive nature of the following article, I would like to preface this with a trigger warning: This article may contain details that are confronting to some and potentially triggering for those that have been victims of sexual assault, rape and/or a violent crime, and/or have experienced mental illness.**

If I told you who I actually was and that all these "stories" that were about to be told were real live home truths, you wouldn't believe me and you would most likely be about to hit the back button to find something more raunchy to fulfil your vocabulary appetite.

(DISCLAIMER) This contains content that some might find disturbing. Read it at your own will but be warned that this might be upsetting. I wrote this under the impression of the culprit who cowardly never admitted to his crime and until this day, he is alive and well in prison.

Born January 18, 1971, in Misato, Saitama Prefecture, Junko Furuta was an average girl. She had attended Yashio-Minami High School in Saitama Prefecture in Misato, where she met Hiroshi Miyano. Miyano found Furuta to be attractive and told her as much. When she rejected his offer to take her on a date. He took it personally and wanted revenge.

Most of us are not totally fine, The world has damaged us somewhere along the way, to the point where we can't trust everyone we meet. We've heard some dark things which are beyond our understanding. We might even worry about murderers, whether or not we live in high crime neighborhoods. A rather common, media-assisted fear is the cruel and utterly pointless abuse and murder of a vulnerable and defenseless child, especially by his or her parents or guardians. This is exactly what happened to Kiesha Weippeart, the 6-year-old who was killed by her mother, Kristi Anne Abrahams, on July 18, 2010, after years of abuse.

Maya Angelou wrote, “I really saw clearly, and for the first time, why a mother is really important. Not just because she feeds and also loves and cuddles and even mollycoddles a child, but because in an interesting and maybe an eerie and unworldly way, she stands in the gap. She stands between the unknown and the known.” In a perfect world, everyone would see the importance of motherhood and every mother would stand in the gap for her children. Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world. Motherhood has been reduced to a visit to the doctor's office, a beaker and a stranger's sperm. Anyone CAN do it, but there are far too many that simply shouldn't. Erika Murray is one of those that shouldn't have.

Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole were a pair of serial killers that traveled across the country killing and raping anyone that crossed their paths. If you believe Henry Lucas, they killed more than 600 people together - a claim that was rejected as false by many in law enforcement.

It felt strange. A few days before the 3rd anniversary of my best friend's disappearance, I was working at one of the local grocery stores when I swear I saw her in the same aisle. Quickly I ran after her, but on a Saturday, that store was extremely busy. By the time I got to the end of the aisle, I couldn't find her. My heart was racing, I was losing my breath and it felt like I had just lost her all over again. Looking around frantically, I realized that everyone was staring at me, so I took off towards the break room. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Was that really Sarah? She's been missing for so long, we'd all pretty much lost hope of ever finding her, but clung to the idea that finding her body would be better than the unknown. For so long we've searched for her, we've had lead upon lead turn up a dead end, and her family and friends had all spent hours searching the nearby woods looking for this beautiful, vibrant teenager.

To his neighbors, he was an ordinary businessman who ran a construction firm and did part-time work as Pogo the clown entertaining kids. He lived and committed his evil deeds in Norwood Park township a Chicago suburb close to O’Hare Airport. Most who knew him said they liked him and never could have guessed at his secret life.

I had been browsing on here for a while and I thought it would be a good idea to share a personal story. A bit of a disclaimer: though I remember parts of the experience, there are parts of it that were a complete blur to me, so please be patient.

Growing up, I’ve always enjoyed watching documentaries about America’s top deadliest gangs and movies based on famous criminals for doing illegal activity. Usually in these types of cases, majority of the time, a man is in charge when it comes to gangs or smuggling drugs into the United States, but however, that is not the case in this true crime story. Majority of people who will read this, probably never heard of a woman named Griselda Blanco, who is well known for trafficking cocaine into the US. Honestly, I’ve never heard of her and if I have then I don’t remember, but I ran across a post on Facebook last week about the actress, Jennifer Lopez, who is reportedly suppose to play Blanco in an upcoming movie based on the drug trafficker’s life. If there is a movie coming out about Blanco’s life story then I definitely want to see it, and if you are familiar with her, I’m sure you would like to see it too. But anyway, let’s get into the case.

"It's hard for me to believe that a human being could have done what I've done, but I know that I did it." - Jeffrey Dahmer.