I heard something again; a deep and guttural moan. I stopped and so did my heart. My face felt frozen as if the blood just stopped moving.
“I tore the bag open and out flopped a fully developed, completely green, dead baby, with a very smushed head. You can imagine my shock; opening the bag, expecting to find shoes, clothes, maybe a wallet, and instead a tiny human plopping out.”
“We were only out there for about a minute. When we came back in, there was blood on the walls! Little drops of blood on every wall on the first floor, and some on the walls on the second floor. “
No suspects, no new evidence, nothing to bring this case to a close.
She told me what they were wearing and how deep they’d have to dig, too.
Father Anthony Brinkman posted this ad on Craigslist. He was looking for someone to have sex with his 11-year-old daughter while he watched. He claims to have wanted this “for a long time.”
Nobody can seem to agree on what this is.
“You want to gag when you’re fifty feet away.”
The woman’s whimpering rose to muffled screaming as a gloved hand reached out with the rusted knife. Pushed back her pretty hair, damp at the roots with blood. That hand dug into her ear, slicing off a chunk, taking a golden hoop and an industrial bar along with it. She was still squealing as the hand picked up the skin and flipped it back and forth in front of the phone camera, like he was a magician showing off a card.
Some of these might have some explanation. Others absolutely do not.