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The Giggling Granny
The Giggling Granny, the Lonely Hearts Killer, the Jolly Black Widow, and Lady Bluebeard are not names generally associated with a sweet, little old grandmother. However, Nancy (Nannie) Hazel Doss earned each and every moniker after her shocking confession in October 1954.
By Kassondra O'Hara5 years ago in Criminal
The Puzzling Case of the ‘Lady in the Lake’
Carol Park’s body lay undiscovered for over two decades. When found, her husband found himself in the firing line. Despite Carol’s family believing he murdered his first wife, many believe he was wrongfully convicted, and appeal for his conviction to be turned, a decade after his suicide.
By Hannah Marland5 years ago in Criminal
The Teen Found Dead Inside a Rolled-Up Gym Mat
Kendrick Johnson was a 17-year-old student and athlete at Lowndes High School in Valdosta, GA. He had just returned to school from Christmas break and was planning to attend a basketball game the day he died, January 10, 2013.
By Kassondra O'Hara5 years ago in Criminal
Unseen Protector
“I always felt inspired by the way her golden curls cascaded across her cheekbones and down to her chin. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew that she alone was the reason my heart beats. Samantha. My Samantha. Everything about her seemed magical and surreal. The way she laughed made me stop to catch my breath. Her smile lured me in and made time appear to slow to a crawl. Even the way her wrist flicked when she was telling a story was graceful and timeless. She was perfect, to me.
By Mickie Dennison5 years ago in Criminal
Maggie's Obsession
The first time I saw her was on the school bus. She was the last stop and I was the first so I had to wait the whole bus ride to see her. She wore black buckle shoes, a denim dress with a red and white striped shirt underneath and a marigold flower pin in her hair.
By Haylee Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
A Ray of Sunshine
I drifted away for awhile, closed my eyes and imagined myself laying in a field of marigold flowers. Then grabbed one and lightly brushed it against my nose. Futhermore, I released, and watched the wind carry it away. Imagining myself as free as that flower. A feeling of joy, came over me, for a moment. When I came to he was on top of me. He’d abused me so many times I no longer could feel the pain. I could see the blood, and feel the weakness, but no more pain. The first few nights I cried until my eyes were swollen. Nobody could hear my screams.
By Brittany Fuller5 years ago in Criminal
Brazen
He had known, even as he had accepted the large brown envelope and vanished into a swirl of airport-bound traffic, that Ferencz would find him and kill him, wherever he tried to flee. It was just a question of how much he would enjoy the weeks of enormous wealth prior to the moment Ferencz caught up with him. And really – it hadn’t been bad. For more than a year, he had skipped from island to island, living the life and bedding the women he had always dreamed of, taking a break at random intervals for plastic surgery and passport forgery. Finally, as was inevitable from the beginning, he felt the gun pushing into the back of his neck. His only real mistake, he now realized, was that he hadn’t forced them to shoot him.
By Robert Gulack5 years ago in Criminal








