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He Starts a Crime Spree With an Obama Mask: He Blames All His Problems On the President


Fifty-five year old Jerry came rushing into the house, in an angry rage. 
 
‘How dare this country do this to me? After all I've done for my country, suddenly this man comes and takes it all away from me!! I can’t believe it!’ He thinks, as he throws his mail onto the table, and throws himself onto the couch. He then said a slew of curse words back to back, making absolutely no sense. Feeling guilty, he looked up at the urn sitting on top of his TV that held Elizabeth. 
 
“I’m sorry Elizabeth, I didn't mean that. I know how much you hate it when I swear.” Last year, his beloved wife Elizabeth had lost her battle with cancer. He loved her with all of his heart, and couldn't believe to this day that she was really dead. He only blamed one person in the world for his wife dying. He turned the TV on, and at that moment, saw the man he blamed for everything in his life. He blamed this man for his wife dying, his job loss, him losing his health care, having no money, and basically, going from living a nice life, happy all the time, to miserable, broke, and wanting to die every single day. The television was broadcasting the President of the United States. 
 
“It’s all your fault!” Jerry screamed at the TV.  

“Mr. President Obama, you are a fake, a fraud, a liar, and you have ruined my life!”  
 
He got even louder, and then put his hand over his mouth and sat back down. He didn't need his neighbors thinking he was even crazier than they already did. The President was going on and on about how much he cared for America, and with all these new laws he’s passing, American’s are going to find it easier to live here in the home of the free.  
 
“There’s nothing free at all about living here! This isn't the country that I served.” Jerry joined the military fresh out of high school. He was proud to be an American, and would have gone to war in an instant.

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The Pacific Beach Serial Rapist Murders

“Billy, thank you again.” She whispered, but in a harsh tone. “I’ll text you when I get up and we’ll go out tomorrow, now please go before someone sees you!” 

Just as she got these words out of her mouth, she felt his hand go from her back to the back of her hair, at first, he lightly tugged, and she thought maybe he wanted another kiss, but then suddenly he grabbed a hold of her hair hard. He pulled her head back roughly and growled in her ear. 

“I’m coming in right now. I have a knife in my pocket. You make any noises to wake up the girls inside, and I swear, I won’t hesitate to slit your throat, you hear me?” 

She gasped, and felt her blood go cold. The voice she was hearing was not the voice she had listened to all night. Who was this? 

She heard something rip, and then suddenly, from a roll he pulled out of his back pocket, he slid a piece of duct tape across her mouth. Then he pushed her into the house. Still having a hold of her hair, he shoved her roughly to the couch. 

She thought he was going to rape her and then leave. She tried to fight going to the couch. That only made things worse.



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The Pacific Beach Serial Rapist Murders Volume 2

“Are you going to be a good little girl, and do as you’re told to save your life, and the lives of your friends?” Cassie nodded quickly. She felt horrible that she had brought this man into their lives, if she could help it, she’d do anything she could to save their lives. 

“Well, since you are the one who invited me in here, telling me that your friends wouldn't mind if I spent the night, I guess we’ll start with you!” 

Cassie shook her head back and forth in protest, as Billy grabbed her by the panty hose she was tied up with, and yanked her up. He turned her around, and faced her so that she was facing Kristen and Ally. He pulled out his big hunting knife. 

“When I ask you a question, just give me a nod of your head, yes or no. You are not a virgin are you?” 

Cassie thought telling him yes, hoping maybe that would deter him from raping her. Then she remembered they had talked about this on their date. Their date, it seemed like it happened years ago, but in reality, had only happened a few hours ago. He had asked her how many men she had been with. She lied and told him 4. Truth was, she had been with well over a dozen. 

Slowly, she shook her head no. She felt the knife now, rubbing up and down her calves. A cold shiver ran down her body, as he continued to run the knife up her leg, past her thigh. She heard a sudden tear, as the knife slashed through her skirt. The black thongs she had on were pulled tight, before those too were cut off.


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The Pacific Beach Serial Rapist Murders Volume 3

She kneels down by the front of Ally and looks her in her eyes. Ally can’t even cry anymore. 

“Any last words bitch?” she snarls at Ally. 

“Go to hell bitch” Ally croaks. Kristen laughs. 

“Oh, I intend to.” 

With that, she takes the cruel device, and shoves it down Ally’s throat, cutting and slicing her airway open and eventually cutting her jugular, so she bled out right there on the bed. 

Kristen looks at the mangled bloody body on the bed, admiring her work, and takes the knife used to cut Ally, and cuts her own clothes off and begins cutting herself. She cuts her breasts, thighs, and legs. She grabs the long device out of Ally’s throat, places it on the floor, kneels down on top of it, grits her teeth, and sits down quickly, jamming the razor blades inside of her. She screams out in pain as she punches herself in the face, and smashes her face into the wall. When she feels herself beginning to black out, she crawls to the phone, picks it up and dials 911.

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The Pacific Beach Serial Rapist Murders Volume 4

“Thank you for not telling on me before.” She said, walking over to him. He smiled, knowing he had won. She handed him his pills, and the glass of water on the table next to his bed. He swallowed them down, one at a time. She held his arm out, and slid the needle right into a vein. 

“Wait a minute.” He protested, trying to pull his arm back, but she kept a hold. “That’s not my…” 

“That’s right, this isn't your regular meds. But don’t worry, within 60 seconds, you are going to be dead, and it’s going to look like a heart attack. 

How dare you try to blackmail and make me do these things, knowing what I've been through! I want you to know as well, I am going to kill your wife as soon as she walks in here. She will die of suffocation. I will make it look like she killed herself by drowning in the bathtub. I will get away with it.” 

His eyes started to roll, but he could still hear her. She had to be quick with the last thing she had to say, before he lost consciousness. He had to know the truth. 

“One last thing William Otter. I've got a bombshell too...



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He Wants His Brother's Wife and He Will Kill Him for Her

“Didn't I tell you that these cars had to be finished and out of the shop by this morning?” screamed Dean. The entire shop cowered as he walked in and began screaming. 
“What are you low lives doing around here? Oh, I bet I know, are you all gawking at my wife? Anybody want to take a try at getting her? She’s such a whore I bet you she’ll actually let you!!” 
“I know why you’re all distracted, look at what you’re wearing today?” He grabbed Mary Jane by the arm, pulling her up out of her chair in the front of the office. Her face turned bright red. 
“What, Dean? What did I do?” 
“What did you do? What did you do? Didn't I tell you before that your shorts shall be no shorter than the top of your knees? If you bent over in these shorts, everyone in here is going to see the blood from your period, the reason why you couldn't give YOUR HUSBAND any sex last night. Go change, NOW!!” He screamed. Mary Jane, kept her head low, and went into the back of the office, to find another pair of pants. 
Dean was in a nastier mood than usual this morning. This usually happened when he wanted some the night before and got turned down. Mary Jane tried to explain to him that it was that time of the month, and she just wasn't in the mood, but that didn't matter. He always forced her to dress and act conservative no matter where they were, or where they were going. Even in the bedroom, he never allowed any sexy nighties even. 
He thought that if he allowed her to get them, she could sneak them out and wear them for someone else.

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Killer Vacation in San Diego

Rachel was standing in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. Gavin had slid out from under the bed and quietly walked up behind Rachel. He grabbed her around the throat with his arm and had her in a choke hold. He pressed the knife against her cheek and told her that if she screamed, he would slash her throat. 

She was terrified and listened to what he had said. He walked her over to her windows and closed them. “We can’t have anyone hearing us from out there.” He whispered in her ear. He closed the curtains and then locked her door. Her towel had fallen off and she was completely naked. Gavin then took his wire and wrapped it around her wrists behind her back. “If you scream or make any noise, I will kill you and your friends too, do you understand?” He asked her. 

Rachel nodded, “Y..y..es.” She let out a little cry. “Please don’t hurt me or kill me. I have money in my purse you can have.” She whispered trying to hold back her tears of fright. 

“Well, I can’t make those promises to you.” Gavin said as he laid Rachel on her bed on her back. 

He walked over to her radio and turned it on, in case she decided to make any noises. He then walked over to her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of her pink satin panties and walked back over to Rachel and shoved them in her mouth. “That’s in case you get any crazy ideas of screaming or calling out for help.” He said and then added, “Only one of us is allowed to be crazy tonight and I believe I do have the market cornered on that.” He then laughed a maniacal laugh. 

Gavin had definitely gone over the deep end at that point. 

All the alcohol mixed with his depression has caused a chemical imbalance in him that had now reached the point of no return. Any ounce of compassion, empathy or any other emotion that a normal person would feel, like remorse, ceased to exist in Gavin’s world.

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Rebecca's Date From Hell
In the corner, on a long chain was an ankle shackle. He sat Rebecca on the bed. She looked around and noticed that there weren't any windows on the walls. Scott had removed the windows and boarded the hole up. After his first victim had thrown a chair through the window, he decided that having a window in the room, just wasn't necessary. Every year, Scott learned something new to improve the week long stay at the cabin with his captive. It was only a few years ago that he decided to use a chain shackle, one of victims learned somehow to wear the rope down and almost escaped. That would have been disastrous, at least on Scott’s end it would have. After shackling Rebecca’s ankle to the metal ring that was welded and nailed into the floor, he went to take off the tape on her wrists that were bound behind her. But, before he did, he said, “If you scream, no one will hear you, we are on fifty acres of private property that I own, so there is no one around.


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Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer


I was born on February 14, 1970 at 5:35 a.m. My mother was pronounced dead at 5:37 a.m. Women had not achieved equality with men in any country. Four students at Kent State University in Ohio were killed by National Guardsmen at a protest about American incursion into Cambodia. The unemployment rate stood at 3.5 percent. The cost of a first-class stamp was six cents. The Beatles broke up. Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin both died drug-related deaths at age twenty-seven. IBM introduced the floppy disk. 

Yes, it was quite a year. 

Possibly, it was even more so for my grandmother. My mother had died that year and I never knew my father. My grandmother said that the angels came down one night and took my mother away from her pain and suffering. I asked my grandmother once if I could visit my mother’s grave and her response was, “Your mother isn’t buried anywhere dear, she is everywhere.” 

I never asked again. 

Grandmother also told me stories of my father and said that I got my looks and personality from him. I can only confirm this through photos she had of him when he was younger. 

I was somewhat of a tomboy as a child, which I suppose explains the person I am now. I once punched a girl in the face at school, causing blood to spurt from her nose. That happened when I was in first grade and I suppose they should have seen the signs then. However, my grandmother always came to my defense. The other girls at school were always making fun of my clothes and the fact that I wore jeans all the time. I hated dresses and only owned one, which I wore to church every Sunday. God forbid if I got that dress dirty, then I would have to face the music with my grandmother. 

My grandmother’s house was filled with items and knick-knacks. Pictures of all sorts lined the walls, as did furniture and lamps. She even had a collectible circus train built into the wall that ran on a small track just below the ceiling. Even though the house was filled with these objects, it always felt so empty. Objects symbolizing structure and life, yet no life was to be found.

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She Hunts Down the Worst of the Worst Offenders

Nobody had any idea what it meant to truly be a phone actress. 

This is what the woman who worked the job preferred to be called. I have met a lot of woman in my life who have done it, but none like Linda. An actress is what Linda was the moment she logged in. She would pretend for each and every guy that he was her main interest. 

How a normal call would go, would be the man would be drunk, or high, heavy breathing, and begging to just hear her. He didn't care what she was wearing, what she looked like, what she did for a living, he just wanted to hear her. 

The woman on the other end though, had a much harder job. Their bosses are breathing down their neck to keep the callers on the line as long as possible. 

Many guys had a fight with their wives, or girlfriends, and all they want to do is abuse a woman with their voice. Many times the woman gets yelled at and screamed at, even sometimes to tears. That was many of the calls these woman deal with. Then there are the hard ones. 

The very first call that Linda got that upset her had her trembling afterwards. Let’s just say, as she was talking to the man, he said he was a father. He was doing things that a father should not be doing. His daughter, who could be heard in the background, was much too young to defend herself, let’s just say that. 

The caller can talk about whatever he wants without consequence. You, as an actress, must act your way through this. These types of calls were making her sick and just too many of them, and she decided it was time to do something about them!

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She Hunts Down the Worst of the Worst Offenders Vol 2
A lot can happen in 5 years. They made the slave quarters bigger, which consists of about 20 small tents, a well, a porta potty, no electricity, and no luxuries of life. 
Surrounding the quarters is a barbed wired, electric fence, with a 10 foot privacy fence, so nobody can see in or out. When Herb brings in a man, he is sedated, and immediately tied to a chair. They splash water onto his face to wake him, and then he is read out his crime, and told his punishment. His punishment consists of a life of hard labor on the tribe, in the slave quarters. If he tries to deny (which he always does) they play over the loud speakers the calls. 
The elders require Linda to record phone calls where he admits what he does to the minor children. If he uses his hands or fingers, he immediately has his finger and toe nails slowly ripped off using pliers and then soaked in a salt/vinegar water for about an hour, and then expected to be up at 4 am the next morning to start hard labor on the fields. 
If you stop working on the fields, the leader will whip you on the spot. If the man used his private area to commit his crime, he is immediately castrated, by a doctor in the tribe, using no pain medication, and again, forced to work the very next day. Punishment for trying to escape and refusing to work is the same. There were only 3 ways you could possibly escape.


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Sinister Attraction: The Neighbor's Deadly Secret Volume 1

On the days he would miss a feeding, he would age a little. Over centuries of time, the accusation of missed feedings had given him his old age appearance. And in a way, he liked it. He liked looking old. Most people don’t bother an old man who lives alone. Besides, when he was younger looking, it reminded him too much of happier times and his beloved Amelia. 

Martin eventually found himself a job as a security guard at a blood bank when it had first opened. He took the late night shift and had been there ever since; over fifty years now, a fraction of how long he had actually lived. 

He would bring his cooler in with the staff thinking he was bringing in his lunch, he would take a few bags of blood from the blood bank cooler and place them on ice in the cooler every night to sustain his feedings. On Friday’s he would take extra bags for the weekend. He never became sick or had to call out of work. In fifty years time, Martin had never missed a day from work. 

Now, here was this little girl, Emily, someone who had taken an interest in him and his home. Martin had always been a loner and wanted to be left alone, but there was just something about this little girl, that somehow brought some life back into him and in a way had saved him, much like he was going to save her in the future.


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Sinister Attraction: The Neighbor's Deadly Secret Volume 2



Richard began to look around Martin’s house. He noticed that all the photographs and paintings were very old and there were none that were less than one hundred years old. Richard’s throat began to get dry and he needed something to drink like a glass of water or something. Martin was sitting on the sofa trying to figure out what was going on and had his head in his hands. He didn’t notice Richard go into the kitchen and open the cupboard and take out a wine glass. There was a bottle on the table and Richard assumed it was wine. He poured himself a glass of the liquid and raised the glass to his lips and began to drink it. Once he realized that it wasn't wine, but blood that he was drinking, he spit the liquid out in the sink. “What the hell!” He yelled out. 

He then went to get some water or other cold beverage out of the refrigerator and opened the door and to his horror he saw plastic bags of blood inside. His head started racing and spinning, Richard then passed out. It was all too much for him to take in. Moments later he awoke and Martin was standing over him. “Are you feeling well?” He asked. 

“What the hell are you? Some kind of vampire?” Richard asked him. 

Martin then helped Richard up and walked him over to the sofa. “I am what you think I am, but not in the sense of what you are used to with my kind.” Martin said. 

“You are a vampire?” Richard asked. 

“Yes.” Martin began to explain to Richard what had happened and what had changed him to what he is today. He explained every detail to him and ensured him that he has never killed another human being and has never drunk the blood of a human. As he told Richard his story, Richard listened intently. 

“Can you help me get my daughter? Can you help me get Emily back?” Richard asked. 

“Yes. Yes I can.” Martin replied.

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The Wolf Family Story Volume 1
Their family, like many has a secret. The difference is, their secret is much bigger than most families. Terick’s family are hunters. They hunt and kill wolves. When a full moon appears, and the wolves come out, the hunters also come out. They can’t smell a wolf until the full moon comes out. They also have powers. Terick is still learning his. He can become whatever he is next to. 

Example, he’s in the woods, and he’s next to a tree, he can make himself basically morph into the tree, and look like he’s part of it, until it’s time to attack. A wolf cannot stop themselves from changing, but a hunter can. They can walk around looking normal, but they are constantly scanning and smelling and going towards the smell of any wolf. In these 2 years, Terick and Bella have kept their secrets from each other. 

There were a few times when Terick tracked the scent of a wolf right to Bella’s house, but then he just walked around to make sure that no wolf was outside trying to harm them, and he moved on. The thought never crossed his mind that his woman, the love of his life was a wolf. In the past 2 years, they fell in love madly, as most 1st loves do. 

Terick just announced 3 days ago that the money he had gotten from working so hard at the store, he was going to buy her a ring. His father and mother both tried to talk him out of it, but he was 18, and of course, at that age, parents know nothing at all, the 18 year old knows EVERYTHING! 

She finally reached his house. She didn't even get the chance to ring the bell when Terick walked outside and found her on his porch. His family had been out hunting as well that night, but his father went ahead and said the pack of wolves that were fighting each other was much too strong for even them, and if they wanted to take them down, they would have to get reinforcement and locate them again, so they came home empty handed. Terick was frustrated. He was supposed to have already made his first kill on his 18th birthday. He searched and searched though, and couldn't find one. His father could go with him easily and give him a wolf, but then that wouldn't be a hunt, and it would be fake, and Terick didn't want that.

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A Love Spell Gone Awry
Things were starting to get out of control. I didn't know what was happening. Everywhere I went, guys were falling in love with me. Guys I had never met before, never knew existed were asking me out, bringing me flowers, following me, writing me love poems, etc… 

Somewhere things went wrong. I remembered seeing that movie Love Potion No. 9 and thinking to myself how cool it would be for guys to be falling over me to talk to me or just to have me smile at them. For guys to fall in love with me without ever meeting me before. I soon changed my mind once it actually started happening to me. 
I guess I am talking in riddles and should explain things a little better to you. It all started four months ago… 

My best friend Jessica had been having problems with her boyfriend and they were heading for a break-up. He wasn't giving her enough attention and was spending all of his time with his friends after school and on the weekends. It was our first year of college and we had both had our boyfriends since high school. 

For the following two months after they had broken up, Jessica had been miserable. Then out of nowhere her boyfriend, Chad, called her begging her to come back to him. He told her that he couldn't live without her, that he missed her, that he made mistakes, that he would do anything to get her back. Of course Jessica took him back. And ever since then, Chad has spent as much time with her as she wants, he doesn't hang out with his friends when Jessica wants to spend time with him and he has become more romantic and loving. Basically, he has become the perfect model boyfriend and Jessica soon became the envy of every girl. 

Really hot cheerleaders from our college were coming up to Chad and flirting with him and he would totally ignore them whether Jessica was around or not. Chad was a football player, so he was a prime catch for a college cheerleader. His only love focus was on Jessica.


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High School Accident Turns Them Into Best Friends

He slowly tried to open his eyes, and when he did, he wondered where she went. In front of him was a plain girl, red hair that hung limply down past her shoulders in no fashionable way, green eyes, not fat or anything, but not a perfect or even sexy body. She was what he and his friends would call a plain Jane. 

“Are you feeling better?” she asked. Then he knew, that heavenly voice, was hers. He didn't let her know that he was disappointed in who she was, he simply smiled, “Thank you so much! That was amazing, the way you helped me. I guess I had a few too many drinks, and it hit me quick.” 

“Yeah, my sister is inside, I’m her dd. She’s your girlfriend’s best friend, Billie, and she always comes home from these parties sick, and I am the one who stays up all night with her, helping her through it.” When he listened to her speak, he realized that there was more to this “plain Jane” then anyone knew. Without thinking, he grabbed her, pulled her close, and hugged her. It wasn't a sexual or lustful hug, but just a friendly hug to show his appreciation. Just then he heard screaming. 

“I turn my head for one second and my boyfriend is out here cheating on me!!!!!” Sandra screamed at the top of her lungs. She was standing in the open doorway that led out back from the house. 

“No.” they both quickly stood and tried to speak. They both had a guilty look on their faces, even though they weren't doing anything wrong. 

“Really? Really? You weren't cheating? No, you just came out back, where all the LOSERS are, and you have some TRAMP in your arms, but you ARE NOT CHEATING???” At this point, there was no reasoning with her. She was in a fit of rage. 

“You must be drunk, because look at this tramp. She has to be the ugliest thing at this party, and you are in her arms instead of mine? Have you seen me? What, you think she’s sexier than me??” 

Bryson had no idea what to say, both girls were looking right at him. 

“Baby, no, of course not.” He tried to calm Sandra down. 

“So, if you weren't cheating on me with her, I want you to tell her that she’s an ugly ho, and you were drunk and thought it was me, and that you’d NEVER do anything with someone as ugly as her!!” 

Bryson’s mouth dropped. Was she serious? This girl had just came up to him to help him, and she did, and now in front of the entire school, was being humiliated by his insecure jealous girlfriend. Even though Bryson knew the right thing to do, he still turned to Sarah and said, “You know I’m dating the most beautiful girl in school, I don’t know why you came up and started hugging me, but have you seen yourself lately? You could never compare to her!” As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The look on her face broke his heart, and he immediately tried to take them back, but she took off running. She didn't even bother going through the house, she ran through the neighbor’s yard, and was gone in seconds. 

“That’s what I thought.” Sandra said, happily prancing over to Bryson, and hooking her arm around his, leading him back inside. 

“Now that that tramp is gone, let’s go have some fun.” 

Bryson took one more look over his shoulder into the shadows where she had gone, but sighed as he walked into the house.

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Haunted Connections: A Collection of Ghost Stories
Ouija Board Playtime: 
It was Cassie’s 21st birthday and she had her friends over to celebrate her special day. Her friends had brought her a birthday cake, ice cream and lots of presents. They had been celebrating since the early evening. It was getting close to midnight now and Cassie and her friends were feeling a little buzzed from the wine coolers they had been drinking. 
Daryl had bought Cassie an Ouija Board for her birthday. Cassie had always wanted one, but had never gotten around to buying one for herself. She was excited when she had opened her gift from Daryl and saw the big black letters across the box. 
“Let’s play the Ouija Board!” Cassie said out loud excitedly to everyone. “I have never played it before, have any of you?” 
“I have.” Sarah said. 
“Great!” Cassie replied. “I’ll go get some candles to light.” She then got up and grabbed some candles from the kitchen and lit them all and placed them on the table. 
Then Cassie, Sarah, Daryl, Nick, Rachel and Tom all sat around the table as Sarah set up the board. “Ok, now everyone take the tips of your fingers and place them on the Ouija marker.” Sarah instructed them. They all placed their fingertips on the Ouija marker. 
“Ouija Board, Ouija Board, bring a spirit to us. Come to us spirit and communicate with us through the Ouija Board.” Sarah kept chanting over and over again. 
Then the marker landed on a “H”. “Oh it’s working!” Cassie said under breath. 
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Couple Kidnaps Each Other's Spouses
I met my best friend in jail. Yep, me, in jail. I was 27 at the time, and she was just a few years older than me. Two woman, from 2 very different walks of life, ending up in the same horrible place. 
My reason, my husband at the time wanted to experience another woman, yet keep my kids, and I was just in the way. So they set me up, and had me arrested. 
Our secret spot. When my grandmother had passed away 2 years prior, she left me her home. She lived deep in the woods, in a cabin. 
Something told me never to tell Hector about this cabin. Kathy and I would go there when we had to get away and drink. Then, Oliver and I began to go there when we needed to be alone. Oliver and I couldn't go there anymore though, because twice Kathy showed up looking for me. 
“No, if we leave, that’s going to look suspicious. We may have to do drastic measures. I was thinking, the woods here, many people have been buried out here, never found again.” It was true. At every little gas station in the area was always flyers of woman that had “run away” and never found again. Some of these flyers were up to 16 years old. Families just didn't want to give up. 
“We can’t keep them down here forever, and we have to keep buying them supplies, they are going to catch us! We have to kill them!” He said this so coldly that it even made my blood run cold. I didn't know what else to say, so I walked to the basement door, listening first, to make sure nobody was behind the door. I had my little gun on my hip, ready to defend myself if needed. I was surprised to find them both sitting on the same cot together, holding each other.

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The Wolf Family Story Volume 1

Their family, like many has a secret. The difference is, their secret is much bigger than most families. Terick’s family are hunters. They hunt and kill wolves. When a full moon appears, and the wolves come out, the hunters also come out. They can’t smell a wolf until the full moon comes out. They also have powers. Terick is still learning his. He can become whatever he is next to. 

Example, he’s in the woods, and he’s next to a tree, he can make himself basically morph into the tree, and look like he’s part of it, until it’s time to attack. A wolf cannot stop themselves from changing, but a hunter can. They can walk around looking normal, but they are constantly scanning and smelling and going towards the smell of any wolf. In these 2 years, Terick and Bella have kept their secrets from each other. 

There were a few times when Terick tracked the scent of a wolf right to Bella’s house, but then he just walked around to make sure that no wolf was outside trying to harm them, and he moved on. The thought never crossed his mind that his woman, the love of his life was a wolf. In the past 2 years, they fell in love madly, as most 1st loves do. 

Terick just announced 3 days ago that the money he had gotten from working so hard at the store, he was going to buy her a ring. His father and mother both tried to talk him out of it, but he was 18, and of course, at that age, parents know nothing at all, the 18 year old knows EVERYTHING! 

She finally reached his house. She didn't even get the chance to ring the bell when Terick walked outside and found her on his porch. His family had been out hunting as well that night, but his father went ahead and said the pack of wolves that were fighting each other was much too strong for even them, and if they wanted to take them down, they would have to get reinforcement and locate them again, so they came home empty handed. Terick was frustrated. He was supposed to have already made his first kill on his 18th birthday. He searched and searched though, and couldn't find one. His father could go with him easily and give him a wolf, but then that wouldn't be a hunt, and it would be fake, and Terick didn't want that.

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The Wolf Family Story Volume 2
“Is this the fastest you can drive?” Bella said panicking, as they sped towards her family’s home. 

“It is if you don’t want me to get a ticket.” 

“Your dad is the Sheriff, let them pull us over, there is something wrong, something very wrong. We only use those words when it is a life or death situation. Please, STEP ON IT!” she was now close to screaming. Terick, understood her panic, and did as she requested and pressed the petal all the way to the floor. Unfortunately he didn't have a hot rod race car or anything, just a normal grey pick up, but he pushed her as far as she could go. He sped around all the twists and turns till he arrived at their nice big white house. Bella didn’t wait for the truck to come to a complete stop before opening the door and jumping out. She jumped up the 4 steps leading to the front door in one giant leap and flew through the front door. She turned right and saw first her father, his back turned to her, his arms crossed, head down and face in his arms, and she could tell he was crying, his entire body shaking. 

“Dad? Where’s mom and Holty? What happened?” she heard another muffled cry, and turned and saw her mother lying on the couch. Lizzie was on her back, with a pillow under her head, and 2 under her feet. She had a thin light pink sheet on her. She looked much better, but was very pale and weak. 

“Mom!” Bella squealed, running over to her. She kneeled down next to the couch, grabbing her mom’s hands, and laying her head gently on her shoulder. 

“Are you okay mom?” she asked quietly. 

“Yes, baby… just very tired and weak…” then her voice broke. 

“Where’s Holty, is he feeling better?” hearing his name, both of her parents began sobbing again. This made a cold shudder run through Bella. 

“What’s going on, please tell me, where is he? Can I see him? Where’s Meatball?” Meatball, hearing his name, came forward. He was laying on the other side of the couch next to Lizzie. He came up to Bella, and laid right on her lap. He was a big wolf, but still thought he was a lapdog. She pet him happily.


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The Wolf Family Story Volume 3

“Shhhh… family meeting tonight at 6pm. I already told everybody else. Not another word until then. Right now, we sleep.” He kissed her lips gently, and held her tightly. The thought that another man had put their hands on HIS wife, done things to her that she didn't want done to her, made his stomach clench up and made him want to throw up. He was so angry that he wanted to scream. He had killed that sheriff in such a rage, he regretted it now. He should have made it last longer. He should have made him suffer, like he made his wife suffer. No wonder she pushed him away lately when he tried to get close to her, no wonder she wouldn't let him… oh well it “Shhhh… family meeting tonight at 6pm. I already told everybody else. Not another word until then. Right now, we sleep.” He kissed her lips gently, and held her tightly. 

The thought that another man had put their hands on HIS wife, done things to her that she didn't want done to her, made his stomach clench up and made him want to throw up. He was so angry that he wanted to scream. He had killed that sheriff in such a rage, he regretted it now. He should have made it last longer. He should have made him suffer, like he made his wife suffer. No wonder she pushed him away lately when he tried to get close to her, no wonder she wouldn't let him… oh well it didn’t matter what happened is in the past. Meatball came and curled up by the bed. 

‘Hey boy.’ He thought. ‘Terick is good. Be easy on him. There is somebody coming though. Somebody who is going to trick the family. I don’t, or can’t tell you who, but please, be careful on who you trust from here on out. The people in this house right now are the only ones that you can really trust.” 

Nobody slept really well that day. There were 2 couches in the living room, so Terick was right across from Bella’s parents, and when he did get up once to use the restroom, Herbie was watching when he came back, timing how long he was gone. He pretended not to see, and crawled back under the sheet and thought to himself, ‘I can’t wait till Bella and I can be alone, in our own home.’ He had enough money saved up, and if she could move in with him… or better yet, they get married, and he move in here, things would be better. When everything came out, things would change anyways. Bella and him decided to tell EVERYTHING. 

It did not matter what happened is in the past. Meatball came and curled up by the bed. 

‘Hey boy.’ He thought. ‘Terick is good. Be easy on him. There is somebody coming though. 

Somebody who is going to trick the family. I don’t, or can’t tell you who, but please, be careful on who you trust from here on out. The people in this house right now are the only ones that you can really trust.” 

Nobody slept really well that day. There were 2 couches in the living room, so Terick was right across from Bella’s parents, and when he did get up once to use the restroom, Herbie was watching when he came back, timing how long he was gone. He pretended not to see, and crawled back under the sheet and thought to himself, ‘I can’t wait till Bella and I can be alone, in our own home.’ He had enough money saved up, and if she could move in with him… or better yet, they get married, and he move in here, things would be better. When everything came out, things would change anyways. Bella and him decided to tell EVERYTHING.


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Sinister Attraction:  The Neighbor's Deadly Secret Volume 1

On the days he would miss a feeding, he would age a little. Over centuries of time, the accusation of missed feedings had given him his old age appearance. And in a way, he liked it. He liked looking old. Most people don’t bother an old man who lives alone. Besides, when he was younger looking, it reminded him too much of happier times and his beloved Amelia. 

Martin eventually found himself a job as a security guard at a blood bank when it had first opened. He took the late night shift and had been there ever since; over fifty years now, a fraction of how long he had actually lived. 

He would bring his cooler in with the staff thinking he was bringing in his lunch, he would take a few bags of blood from the blood bank cooler and place them on ice in the cooler every night to sustain his feedings. On Friday’s he would take extra bags for the weekend. He never became sick or had to call out of work. In fifty years time, Martin had never missed a day from work. 

Now, here was this little girl, Emily, someone who had taken an interest in him and his home. Martin had always been a loner and wanted to be left alone, but there was just something about this little girl, that somehow brought some life back into him and in a way had saved him, much like he was going to save her in the future.


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Sinister Attraction:  The Neighbor's Deadly Secret Volume 2

Richard began to look around Martin’s house. He noticed that all the photographs and paintings were very old and there were none that were less than one hundred years old. Richard’s throat began to get dry and he needed something to drink like a glass of water or something. Martin was sitting on the sofa trying to figure out what was going on and had his head in his hands. He didn’t notice Richard go into the kitchen and open the cupboard and take out a wine glass. There was a bottle on the table and Richard assumed it was wine. He poured himself a glass of the liquid and raised the glass to his lips and began to drink it. Once he realized that it wasn't wine, but blood that he was drinking, he spit the liquid out in the sink. “What the hell!” He yelled out. 

He then went to get some water or other cold beverage out of the refrigerator and opened the door and to his horror he saw plastic bags of blood inside. His head started racing and spinning, Richard then passed out. It was all too much for him to take in. Moments later he awoke and Martin was standing over him. “Are you feeling well?” He asked. 

“What the hell are you? Some kind of vampire?” Richard asked him. 

Martin then helped Richard up and walked him over to the sofa. “I am what you think I am, but not in the sense of what you are used to with my kind.” Martin said. 

“You are a vampire?” Richard asked. 

“Yes.” Martin began to explain to Richard what had happened and what had changed him to what he is today. He explained every detail to him and ensured him that he has never killed another human being and has never drunk the blood of a human. As he told Richard his story, Richard listened intently. 

“Can you help me get my daughter? Can you help me get Emily back?” Richard asked. 

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Sinister Attraction:  The Neighbor's Deadly Secret Volume 3

Since Python never carried a gun, Martin was able to swoop down and wrestle Python to the floor. He wasn't expecting the strength that Python had. It came as a surprise to Martin. But, not as surprising as Python was at the strength this old man had. Python was impressed. Python threw some blows to Martin and Martin threw some punches back, knocking Python on his ass. 

“Damn!” Python said as he was wiping the blood from his split lip that Martin had given him. “You’re a strong bastard for an old man.” Martin then lunged forward at Python. 

Just as Python had snapped so many necks in his reign as a gang member and a gang leader, Martin took Python’s head in his hands and as he did to the others, he snapped Pythons neck and Python slumped to the floor twitching. Martin watched him writhe and convulse and then die. Martin took great satisfaction in watching the man who orchestrated the kidnapping and command for Emily’s death. Martin wasn't about to let Emily die. 
Martin’s belly was already full on the blood he had consumed earlier from the other gang members that he had no desire to consume the blood of Python. He then floated back up to the ceiling and floated back towards the office where Emily was being kept. He floated in front of the door and then knocked. 

The door opened and the guard didn't see anyone around. Martin was floating above the guard. The guard was confused and was looking around. He closed the door and walked down the hall as Martin floated above him. When he came upon the body of Python, the man panicked. He drew his gun, but before he could see Martin above him, Martin swooped down and took his head and snapped his neck as he did the others. The lifeless body slumped on top of Python’s. 

Martin then went back to the office. The door was open. He had remembered that it was closed when he had left that area to follow the guard. He looked inside and no one was in there. The other guard had seen what happened on the surveillance camera in Python’s office and had quickly taken Emily to another area before Martin had returned. 

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The Secret Tunnels of Trinity Hall Volume 1

I was exhausted and hungry. I went to the cafeteria in the college and ate some food. It was German food of course, sausages, cheese, bread and fruit. I wasn't sure what the other dishes were, so I stuck to what looked edible for my taste. 

I sat at a table by myself and several moments later a male student sat next to me and introduced himself as Frans. I introduced myself as well. Trying to use the best German accent I had been taught in German class. My teacher would have been proud, because it worked! 

I was able to carry on a conversation about the current events and school finals that would be coming up soon. He had asked me if I had attended the parade and had commented on how the spirits were high, considering that Hitler was losing the war. I agreed. I didn't dare tell him that by this time tomorrow, Hitler would be dead because he would have taken his own life. 

After talking to Frans for a while it turned out that he was the nephew of one of Hitler’s officers. 

He asked me if I had wanted to meet Hitler the next day, since he was meeting his uncle for lunch. At first, I was frightened, but then maybe I would have some questions answered and be able to figure out how to return back to my time period. There was a reason I was here and I wasn't yet sure why. 

After I ate, Frans and I took a walk on the campus. He asked me if I was staying at the college or a youth hostel. I said a youth hostel, he said he would walk me there, which was good, because I had no idea where the nearest one was and he apparently did. 

When we arrived at the entrance way he stopped and hugged me and said he would pick me up the next day. I went inside the hostel and checked in for a room. I was exhausted. I took a shower and there were clothes in the closet that were left by the previous student who had stayed there, which happened to be female. Lucky me! I fell right to sleep. 

The next morning I awoke and went downstairs for some coffee and breakfast. There were other students in the dining area discussing the events that were happening in Berlin that morning. I decided to take a stroll and return to the hostel in time to be picked up by Frans. 

After my stroll, Frans was right on time at the hostel. He had a car with him and opened the door for me and we drove to meet his uncle. We walked down the hallway and towards the office after we had gone through a security check. 
As we approached the office door, there was a guard at the door and he opened it up for us because he recognized Frans. 

I was the first one to enter Hitler’s office. As I entered, Hitler and Eva Braun were taking a pill. 

The room then started spinning out of control. It was all too much for me to take in. I soon found my head spinning. 

When I awoke, I was in the tunnel back at Trinity Manor. What was going on down here? 

After about thirty minutes of wandering the tunnels I went down a tunnel that I hadn't been to before. I know if I had, I would have remembered. 

There was a room with a bed, a nightstand and more propaganda on the walls. There was also a small desk, a chair and an oil lamp. The occupant, which I assumed was only one by the furnishings, was nowhere around. 

I wondered who would live down here in such a dirty and cold place. Instead of letting my curiosity get the best of me, I decided that I needed to find a way out and soon. I wasn't sure how much time I had lost or how long I had been gone for. 

I went to reach for my candles and realized that I wasn't wearing my school uniform or my blazer. I didn't have any candles with me anymore. I had no choice but to take the oil lamp that was on the desk. I lit it with the matches that were also on the desk. 

I couldn't wait to get back upstairs and in my own dorm room. The question was, what direction do I go in? I started wandering once again down the tunnels.

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The San Diego Homeless Murders Volume 1

With one final blow to the already battered, bleeding, and sunken in face, he stepped back. He stared at the mangled body on the ground. The man’s face was unrecognizable, and you couldn't tell what color hair he had through all of the blood. 

The newspaper he had laid out to sleep on, was no longer black and white, but red with his blood. 

William stepped away, looking down at his hands. 

‘Man my knuckles hurt.’ He thought to himself. 

‘That’s one less person that San Diego has to feed, and help.’ His thoughts continued. He had a good reason to be angry with this man. 


William Mead was a thirty-nine year old retired chief warrant officer 3 after twenty-one years of service for our country. He was married once, and then divorced on peaceful terms. In fact, his ex-wife claimed he was dull and boring. His everyday life was too mundane for her. 

William looked back at the lifeless body lying on the ground, still bleeding out. 

‘If she could see me now.’ He chuckled. 

Before you go judging William for what he just did, let’s first take a look back on his life. 

William’s parents didn't expect to have a new baby. The shock wore off pretty quickly, and then they were elated. They already had a fourteen year old son when Shelly, Mark’s mother had William. 

Mark’s father, Larry, has already done twenty-three years, and is a colonel, in the USMC, when William was born. 

When William was born, everyone was very excited. As stated before, he was unexpected, but such a happy surprise. 

Even though his brother Mark was only fourteen when William was born, he knew he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. He talked about it all the time, and Larry had already started training him, knowing what he would have to go through in boot camp. He, of course, was proud of his son. His mother, Shelly, was very proud and supportive, yet a bit nervous, having her son following in the footsteps of a Marine.

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The San Diego Homeless Murders Volume 2


I already did my twenty one years of service in the Military. I’m thirty-nine years old. I retired out of the military, and spent all of the money that I had saved up throughout my entire time in the Marines, to buy these buildings because I can’t stand seeing homeless people, with nowhere to turn. I have sponsors and donations to help me keep it running, and to keep paying my staff, on top of my monthly checks I still get for my years of service. 
 
I have so much to tell you. First, let me introduce you to Billy. Rewind only 3 months, and I was sitting at my desk and just beginning to enjoy a lunch. That’s actually a joke, even though I am retired, there’s no lunch breaks for me. 
 
There is a hour period I call lunch, and all that is meant for, is to prepare myself for the oncoming cases, and review the cases I already had that morning, to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Suddenly, a young man, I guessed to be in his early twenties, barged in the door of my office. 
 
“Sir, please I have to speak with you, it’s an emergency. It’ll only take a minute…” he began. I could tell right away he wasn't like my normal clients. He looked fairly clean to be a homeless man. He was close to 6’0, and didn't weigh very much at all. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a handsome man, I guess… I really don’t go around judging other men. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark t-shirt. Most homeless wear dark shirts because you can’t tell how dirty their clothes really are. 
 
“I’m sorry sir, I tried to stop him!! Sir, you have to leave right now…” my secretary Linda came running in behind him. Her face flushed from getting excited and running after him. She was a very loyal woman who came to me for help when she was going through a hard time. She had a new born, and her abusive husband had kicked the both of them out on the streets. I ended up hiring her on as my full time secretary, and she now has a wonderful home of her own that she’s buying.  
 
“Thank you Linda, it’s okay, I've got this.” I said to her with a smile.


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The San Diego Homeless Murders Volume 3: 
He Attacks the Homeless in San Diego

The medical examiner told him that he found and examined the maggots that were embedded in the body.  
 
“Four days? There’s no possible way? They had to have been out in that desert longer. Those bodies…” his voice trailed off thinking about what they looked like tied to that cactus. 
 
“What’s the cause of death?” Richard was a veteran officer and he had seen many things in his career. Nothing prepared him though, for what he heard next. He sat down his bagel down and pulled out his notebook.  
 
“So you’re telling me, that you believe these first two people have been skinned alive? I mean, that’s the only possible way. If the animals would have gotten him, they would have taken chunks, taking parts of his body.” The term they most often call was flaying. The reasons why people die after being flayed is that they would go into shock. Plus, they would of course lose blood and other body fluids, and get hypothermia. Our skin is our biggest organ, and without it, we can’t stay warm. The deserts in California’s temperatures get to ninty-five degrees in the middle of the day, and twenty-three degrees at night. Normally any person left out in the desert at night would get hypothermia, let alone with no skin.  
 
“Do you know if it was a male or female?” When he looked at the body he, or nobody could see any genitalia.  
 
“It was a male.” The medical examiner explained. “I don’t know the medical examiner but by further inspection, I realized his penis has been cut off sometime during the murder, and it is nowhere to be found.”



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The Pacific Beach Serial Rapist Murders Volume 1 Thru 4

“I've raped and killed 3 woman this summer so far. These woman only had to do 1 thing… cooperate. Do you think any of them could do that? NO! They wanted to fight, and play hero, and in the end, they paid with their lives. So what about you girls?”  
 
He walked up to Cassie, who seemed the calmest out of the girls at this moment. He leaned down, and pulled a piece of her hair away from her eyes.  
 
“Are you going to be a good little girl, and do as you’re told to save your life, and the lives of your friends?” Cassie nodded quickly. She felt horrible that she had brought this man into their lives, if she could help it, she’d do anything she could to save their lives.  
 
“Well, since you are the one who invited me in here, telling me that your friends wouldn't mind if I spent the night, I guess we’ll start with you!”  
 
Cassie shook her head back and forth in protest, as Billy grabbed her by the pantyhose she was tied up with, and yanked her up. He turned her around, and faced her so that she was facing Kristen and Ally. He pulled out his big hunting knife.  
 
“When I ask you a question, just give me a nod of your head, yes or no. You are not a virgin are you?” Cassie thought telling him yes, hoping maybe that would deter him from raping her. Then she remembered they had talked about this on their date. Their date, it seemed like it happened years ago, but in reality, had only happened a few hours ago. He had asked her how many men she had been with. She lied and told him 4. Truth was, she had been with well over a dozen. Slowly, she shook her head no. She felt the knife now, rubbing up and down her calves. A cold shiver ran down her body, as he continued to run the knife up her leg, past her thigh. She heard a sudden tear, as the knife slashed through her skirt. The black thongs she had on were pulled tight, before those too were cut off.  
 
“MMM, I love looking at a nice young lady, laying in front of me, totally bound up, nowhere to go. Have you ever been dominated before Cassie?” Kristen glared at Cassie. Cassie hadn't wanted to look at either of the girls, until now. With him saying her name, it made it look like he was telling the truth earlier about her saying they wouldn't mind if he came in. Cassie shook her head back and forth. The knife now was rubbing across her ass cheeks. The cold metal making her shiver even harder. It was not cold in the cabin. It was warm, in fact. Fear was making her shiver.  
“Good, I like training new little sluts.” With that, she heard another loud tear, and then felt her shirt fall to the floor in a heap.  
 
“All you have to do is...” he paused, “Whatever I say.” With that, he laughed hysterically, as if he had just told the world’s funniest joke.

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The Phoenix Bondsman Rapist
Haillie walked quickly into her office that she owned here in Phoenix, Arizona. Josh and Amanda were already waiting for her. She had met both of them at a café that college students go to when they studied. Neither of them were college students, but they enjoyed going there to take advantage of the free WI-FI. Haillie didn’t have very many friends. She was different from everybody else, and people don’t like different. 
 
Most people can answer this question easily: What is your gender? Haillie answers that question depending on what day it is.  
 
She could be a very pretty girl when she wanted to be. She had short spiky blonde hair, usually with red tips. No matter what gender she felt like being that day, she always gelled her hair up to stand straight up in spikes.  
 
Haillie was born with both male and female parts. This is why she chooses which gender she wants to be depending on her mood.  
 
Most hermaphrodites choose their gender, or have it chosen for them at a young age, and they stick to it. When Haillie was born, her mother decided that she looked more like a girl, so she grew up being forced to be a girl all the time.  
 
Haillie wasn't normal when it came to school either. She was a prodigy child. She graduated high school at the age of 14. She began college right after. She didn’t hesitate. Her mother wanted her to be a doctor, so she said fine, and went to medical school. When her mother died four years ago, she only had a month left of school, and she was an honor student, so she finished it, but afterwards, she didn’t go to the hospital like everyone else in her class. She was given a position the moment she graduated, but that’s not where her heart was.  
 
Her father had gotten a life insurance pay out when her mother died, and he gave her the cash to buy this space, and become a bounty hunter. Being a bounty hunter was her true dream, but her mother refused to support her doing this.  
“That’s not what girls do Haillie. They become nurses or doctors. Leave bounty hunting to the men.” Was what her mother said when she begged her after only one year of medical school.  
 
Haillie was crushed when her mother, who had just given birth a few months prior, went to light up a cigarette for the first time since finding out she was pregnant, and there was a gas leak in the house, and it blew up, killing her instantly. There was no body to even recover for a funeral. 
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The Phoenix Bondsman Rapist Volume 2

Mary had just gotten out of jail. She couldn't believe her luck. Her mean ex-husband just couldn't let things go. He had to call the police and tell them that she had stolen things that she had bought and paid for herself. Because she didn't have any proof they were hers, she went to jail. 
 
He didn't have any proof they were his either! The cops said they had to arrest her so that they could take her to court to sort it all out. It didn't help that when they came in the house, they found a small stash of weed she had by her bedside table.  
 
‘Really? Over Weed, and a bunch of junk that my ex wants from me, I have to spend 2 nights in that horrible place?’ She thought as she walked outside into the dark night. Thank God her best friend could come up with the $500 to pay a bail bondsmen, or she would have been in there for over a month!  
 
As she walked outside, she looked all over the parking lot, until her eyes fell upon her best friend’s car. She walked over to the black Mustang and ran over to it. She jumped into the passenger seat. 
 
“What’s up girl, thank you so much, you have no idea how much I am grateful to you!

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How Domestic Violence Changed My Life Forever: And How an Amazing Dog Helped Me Thru It

In the beginning, when Scots would begin to argue and fight with me, for a while he would hide behind and underneath furniture and whine and cry. As he got older though, things changed. It went from beating up on me, to taking his rage out on Krobalz as well.  
 
It went from yelling and threatening, to actually hitting him, and even sometimes kicking him. I tried to stop it, but when I would get involved, it got worse for the both of us. As Krobalz turned a year old, then two, he began to stick up for himself. At first, it was just growling and showing his teeth, but then he began snipping.  
 
Things had gotten so bad at one point, that I was determined I was out, and never going to look back. I packed a basket, and jumped in the car. Close to my heels, was Krobalz, making sure that he wasn't left behind.  
 
We drove to Kentucky, before the lack of gas made me pull over. In the heat of the moment, I forgot that I was a day away from my paycheck. That night, it dropped down very cold. I had to stay put for over a day to wait for my paycheck to be directly deposited, but it was so cold that at first, my fingers turned bright red.  
 
I tried to use what little change I had to buy a cup of coffee, but I couldn't pay the woman because my fingers were unable to move. I would have turned the heater on in the car to keep warm, but because I didn't have any gas, turning the car on was out of the question
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The La Jolla Murders: The Medical Examiner is the Last Person


“I should get going before all my friends and family send a search party down here.” He laughed.  
 
“Did you forget you told me you’re here alone?” He said with a huge smile on his face.  
 
He quickly pulled the back of her bikini top, and like that, her perfect, round, firm breasts popped out. They were about the size of grapefruits. 
 
“Hey!” she tried to yell, but he pulled her back in to kiss her to shut her up. She tried to push him away, but he easily took both of her hands and pinned them behind her back with the ease of one hand.  
 
“No, Stop, Please!!” she began whining and begging. He just started laughing. He wasn't sure why. He couldn't stop. From then, things get blurry in his mind. Then he comes back into focus, and her eyes are staring up at him. He knows that look, she’s dead. Why is he straddling her body, with her bikini top wrapped around her neck? Her eyes had the tell-tale sign of strangulation. The blood vessels had popped. She spits up blood, lots of it. He actually pulled the strings on the bikini so hard, that she started bleeding there too! 
 
Suddenly, he jolts awake. He doesn't remember much of the dream until he rubs his face, to rub the sleep away, and he feels his hands wet. He looks down, and sees that his hands have blood on them.


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