God… I missed the days when I thought being catfished was the worst thing that could possibly happen to me.
In Los Angeles, you can visit the home where six-year-old Michael Myers murdered his 17-year-old sister, Judith.
“There were notes about me. What hours/days I worked, notes about my cats, and updated notes that they were no longer there and the date, my fucking credit card number!”
It might end up being a good reminder that “wellness” companies exist to create problems you’ll pay them to fix.
“He said the neck is very rubbery when you try to cut it…”
There are 9 new ones coming this month!
“Fratricide, right? Blue-on-Blue? I wonder what they’d call this? Killed by another American, but one from the enemy side in a foreign war?”
“The area was notoriously known for a gruesome murder that has still gone unsolved. While sitting there I noticed something shoot across the back of my car in my rear view mirror.”
“Textbook had them draw their ideal pet. A 10-year-old drew a human chained up in a cage, with an electric shock box attached to them with wires.”
I’d shake them out of my shoes in the morning and find them on the clothes I took out my closet. They’d drop down from the ceiling when I was in the shower and I could never sit still for more than a few minutes without feeling one somewhere on my body.