West Virginia Man Kidnaps and Murders Pet Goat While High on Bath Salts
ALUM CREEK, WEST VIRGINIA–Mark Thompson, 19, is being accused of kidnapping and murdering his neighbor’s pygmy (domestic) goat while high on bath salts.
The goat, named Bailey, belonged to Lisa Powers, who bought the animal this past Friday for her young grandson. Power’s nephew, Joshua Pollis, received a call early yesterday morning from a different neighbor stating that the goat was walking around Thompson’s house.
Powers explained: “They told him that my goat was wandering around in Mark’s house and he’d better come and get it… They called my nephew because he’d been there before.”
Pollis and two other unnamed women went to Thompson’s home to investigate and found him in his bedroom, according to Powers. Before they entered room, Thompson said “Don’t come in, I’m naked.”
“But they opened the door and he was standing there with his pants down. He had on women’s clothing and the goat was dead and there was blood everywhere. It was just a scene,” Powers continued.
When questioned about the goat, Thompson fled the scene.
In addition to the bloodied goat, police found a porno magazine lying a few feet away.
“We know the animal had at least one stab wound,” said Sean Snuffer of the Sheriff’s Department. “They are also searching for signs of sexual trauma.”
Several hours later, Thompson was found by the police. He admitted to them that he had been high on bath salts for the past three days.
(Indeed, a quick search reveals that, in fact, one can get high off of bath salts, and they can induce terrible hallucinations, and even drive them to suicide. It’s no laughing matter).
Not surprisingly, Thompson had long caused concern amongst the small community, and some residents told the police he had mental health problems, according to Snuffer.
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