“We share everything.”
People tend to disappear in Sri Lanka. So much so, that the white vans they use as kidnap vessels have become a part of the local culture.
R̛̜̖̪̯̼͈̫̯a̶̶͕̜̘̻͓͙̝̦i̸̛̝̤̠̳̙͕̕ͅs̗͉̼̫͈͜ȩ̵̷̺̤̘̞ ͝҉͙̱̻͕̮̳̱̪y͖͠o͏͈͕̱͎̦̹ͅu̷̴̳͓̰̱̮̜͢r̴̦̬̖̲̲͝ ̴҉͙̘̬̦̠͕h̬̮̜ͅa̕͜͏̩͎̬n̢̪̻d͘҉̷̮͕̳̭̞̱ͅs̸̢̻͉̫̰̘͔̙.͏͓͈̯͎̬͖͇̝
Capela is covered with the bones of 5,000+ monks.
G̜̥̳͓͓͓͂ȍ̘̱ͣ̚d̗̀̔́͐̎̽ ̞̙͓̦͇͗ͨ̅i̤̖̝̟̪͋͋͋̈́̎̏ͩ͠ͅs͇̟̘̝̻̮̲̓̆̄ ͙̳̳͔͙̙ͯ̆̅͌̊ͅg͇̻̩̻̞ͪ͂͒̇͘o͔̫̯ͯ̔̐̆̊̚͝o̰̦̻͇̣͎͖͊d͙,̦̫̠͋̄ ̝̖̿̓̈͠G̞̭̖̎ͮ̊ͅo̹̗͈͙͎̞d̠͍̜̽ ͨ͛̔̋͐̚ǐ͚̼̩̻̑͞s̞͖̏̎̏̍ͅ ̶̥ͥ̿̅͒͛g̸͎̣̣͆r̮̼̙͓̓ͣͯ͘e͙̹̼͒ͣa͕̥̰͆͝t̞̼̠͔ͣ͛͗ͨ͌ͯ͛.͈̻
I remember rushing home as fast as I could.
My name is Kyle and I almost committed suicide when I was seventeen – but instead, I killed another human being.
Before it was just noise. But now … I don’t know.
In the ‘70s, a young hitchhiker named Colleen was picked up by a California couple, Cameron and Janice Hooker. They kidnapped her and held her for years as a sex slave, often forcing her to live in a small coffin-like box under their bed for up to 23 hours a day.
This Italian killer turned her (female) victims’ bodies into SOAP. Oh, and tea cakes.