A fuzzy video popped up, poor quality, caught from a street camera. A skinny guy in a red jacket was feeding his credit card to a machine at the gas station when four men surrounded him.
I ended up sharing a house with my cousin down in New Orleans. I didn’t want to leave the country, to spend too many hours cramped on a plane, so that’s where I picked. And that’s where he died.
A former minor league hockey player has been sentenced to life in prison after he hired a hitman to kill his wife.
“I start taking pictures from like 20 feet away. I walk up to it and it’s a dead person.”
About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.
“There is something evil in her that can never be fixed.”
When I looked in his eyes, I saw nothingness. Black dots. Like his soul had abandoned his body.
It’s horrifying enough to learn that your significant other died in a car accident, but this senior news anchor found out in the worst way possible: while reporting about it on live TV.
Please do not view these pictures if you have a weak stomach.