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The Memoirs of a Psychopath
Chase slowly pulled the key from the ignition with a loud painful grunt. “I don’t want to be here.” He thought to himself. Deep down however, Chase knew that if he wasn’t here, his planning would never be complete. He always took mental notes of what his therapist told him to do, and he did the exact opposite of that. Early on, she had ordered him to count up to ten when he got upset and felt like he was losing control. Deliberately, he counted down from ten and waited to see how long it would take after that for him to snap. Currently, it's been three years since the last time that he counted down from ten.
By Matthew Easter5 years ago in Criminal
The black-eyed children of Cannock Chase
The locals of Cannock Chase in Staffordshire, England, know the area for its beauty and its scenic bike trails and hiking trails. However, the English and serious ghost hunters know Cannock Chase for something far more sinister. During the 1960s, an evil monster prowled the area seeking young female victims.
By Marc Hoover5 years ago in Criminal
The Tale of the Husband Presumed Dead & Buried Twice
The Tale of the Husband Presumed Dead and Buried Twice After serving in World War II, a handsome young man named Clarence Roberts returned home to his wife, Geneva, in Nashville, Indiana. In 1950 he ran for, and easily won, County Sheriff.
By Paula C. Henderson5 years ago in Criminal
Criminal Activity that should have put me behind Bars....
Ok so my criminal life began before I was 21, imagine getting your 1st DWI at the age the 20 and the courts not noticing it off hand. Me and a buddy were leaving a strip club called Maveriks, its located in El Paso, TX were I've lived 19 yrs of my life so far. We'll the elaborated version of this story goes like this. We left the club and I usually take I-10 to get home but for some odd reason I took mesa street which is one of the main streets in El Paso, and well it happened to be like this, I saw the red light but I didn't see the cop car in front of me. So what happened was he pulled forward after the light turned green and pulled to the side so I thought nothing of it, well until he proceeded to follow me and flash the sirens. Which my buddy seemed to jump out of the truck and bounce on me. So the officer came to the window and asked me to step out of t he truck, well I ended up falling out of the truck, and proceeded to ask me to stand up and blow, well me being dirty minded as I can be sometimes. So I said don't you think that might be a bit unappropriated for you to ask me to blow.... (I thought it was hilarious but given the situation the officer smirked but didn't laugh) . Let me tell you jail is no fun, I was so in for a shock of my life, The thought of never seeing my son again scared the hell out of me. I cried the entire time I was in holding. Being locked away like a dangerous animal is the worst experience I would never place upon anyone. One thing I can say Is I didn't learn my lesson a repeat offender is what you could call me. Each time was worst than the last on how I became to be detained. Learn from your mistakes or you could be looking at a long 20 yrs taken from you life. Life gets more complicated the deeper you get caught into the system. Some are lucky and get through and out of the system, others are not so much in good graces. The system states that your innocent until proven guilty, but coming from experience that is not at all what it seems like when your locked down waiting for court dates. In all reality you are guilty till proven innocent or we would not have so many people waiting to go in front of the job, so they sit there incarcerated until finial judgment is bestowed upon them. Think wisely about the choices you decide in your life. I wish I had someone tell me not to take advantage of freedom we are privileged to have been born being an American. Don't allow someone to dictate your future because you decided to take a chance that could possibly change your entire future and your relationships with family and friends. Everyday is new opportunity to make the wisest choices even if it is momentary. Life is to short and goes by faster than we can image. So take a deep breath when you wake up and be thankful that your in your home and not behind the clinking of metal doors closing and a small window if your lucky to watch your days go by. Each day is blessing for me these days, I may not be completely happy but I have my moments of happiness. Trust me when I say you loose allot more then just time when you get wrapped up in the system, it's easy to get in but a fight to get out.
By Margarita E. Valentine5 years ago in Criminal
The Memoirs of a Psychopath
Author's Note: Hello! Before I get into the first part of this fictional endeavor, I'd like to tell you more about the story before you read. This story follows a young man who is dealing with inner demons that push him more towards the brink of insanity before he finally snaps and goes off the deep end. If you like what I write here, please be sure to continue reading as I will be posting a new chapter every other day. I will also be starting another thread in the horror section following the strange encounters of a prison guard. Thanks! I hope you enjoy.
By Matthew Easter5 years ago in Criminal
Drugs, Girls, Crime, Prison, University & Near Deaths (DGCPUND) Part 2
READ PART 1 BEFORE THIS... The day had arrived and I was to meet my mother and sister on a visit. I saw them seated as I walked across the room to give them a hug. It was sad to see them there. It would have been nice to spend some quality family time outside, something my mother always wanted. I took my seat and opened a pack of KitKat and started eating. They both looked confused waiting for me to break the news to them. "I need to stay here another 2 months" I said calmly. "What?!?" my mother replied hysterically. This was not something she wanted to hear. "What the fuck did you do Ali?" my sister asked. I was trying to avoid eye contact. I was extremely ashamed to be in there. This was not what my mother ever expected when she moved us to the UK. It was hard trying to rationalise everything. "I spoke to my solicitor he said I would get 1 year or 2 years maximum. In this country you only do half of the sentence. I'm hoping I will get 1 year and be out in 3 months" I explained. My mother had now turned away and was facing another table. She looked really down, it was hard to see. "I stood by the door and my friends robbed somewhere, someone got stabbed, we are just waiting for them to find out who done it" I continued. My sister hugged her from the side to comfort her. "I always told you your friends were bad, now look...you got yourself in here" she said. I didn't want to hear that at that time. I knew my mistakes already. I just wanted to learn how to be a man end of the day, that's why I moved out to begin with. I had to teach myself the hardest lessons in life. The visit ended and we said our goodbyes. I returned to my cell and watched some TV. Gym wasn't being provided for us yet. The guards explained that the rota would begin once we got on our permanent wings. The next week or so flew by with not much happening. The boy from my area moved to another wing, I remained for an extra day and was assigned a wing called Raven. This was where I would have had to spend the remainder of my time at Feltham. This wing was slightly cleaner than the other one. When we walked in we were approached by a group of boys who asked us some questions. They wanted to get to know us better. They were cleaners or worked on servery. I was placed in a cell with a boy from Peckham, South London on my right. He was trouble, constantly getting into fights. His TV would be removed all the time and he spent a lot of time on Basic. There are 3 levels in prison: Basic, Standard and Enhanced. Depending on your behaviour you are placed in these groups. Basic is when you get your TV removed and are under strict supervision. You are let out your cell much less and at intervals when others are not present. Standard is what everyone is on when they first enter. Enhanced is mainly for the workers and the well behaved individuals. They are even allowed a PlayStation 2 with games & DVDs, of course these items need to be sent in from the outside. Me and this boy would talk the entire day, he was an entertaining character. He felt like everyone was against him and would be getting into fist fights every other day. The guards knew what kind of person he was, they would escort him in and out the cell. "Why you always fighting" I would ask him. "I got bare pagans in here bro, these man are haters" he would say. Yes he did have some enemies, but I think he just got a thrill from fighting. The fights would rarely last more than 10 seconds, the guards would get involved rapidly. We built a close relationship me and this guy, we would joke until the early hours of the morning. A few of my other friends from the outside entered that wing, I was well occupied. I knew a lot of people and was eating good food. Gym also started and the two sessions a week were doing us justice. I got close to a boy from Barking in his early 20s. He had a double cell. His cellmate had left and there was a space free. I decided to move in with him. We would play cards, smoke tobacco and joke until the early hours of the morning. This really passed the time. He was super addicted to nicotine. I would catch him waking up to spark one up. What a fucking weirdo I would think. After about a month of being locked up together, his behaviour would irritate me. He would take too long on the toilet. Smoke way too much and watch boring programs about antics and auctions. We had a fight one day in the cell. I wrestled him to the ground and punched him a few times. After the fight we both went to bed without saying a word to each other. It was very tense for a few days, I didn't like the atmosphere. The guards opened his cell and he moved to another wing, a request he had put in before I even came there. One of his friends was in the prison and he went to double up with him. I had a whole double cell to myself. A couple of the boys wanted to bang up with me. One day the cell door opened randomly. "You have a visitor" said one of the guards. It was one of my co-defendants. What a thrill to see him there. I had no idea he was sorting out his move to my wing. Time would fly by now, I thought to myself. We found new ways to entertain ourselves. The 2 months passed quickly.
By Ali Elyas Shahali5 years ago in Criminal
Money Hungry (Chapter Two)
Jason stared blankly into space for a moment before he spoke. “Pregnant? You sure baby? Last I heard I was shooting blanks and we couldn’t have kids.” Kalana was tall, slim and almost majestic when she walked in a room. She had perfectly smooth light brown skin and see thru hazel eyes. She spoke with what sounded like genuine concern. “Yes baby I know and I’m as surprised as you. But my doctor confirmed it I’m six weeks pregnant. I thought you would be happy.” Jason smirked slyly on the other end of the phone. “ I am happy just a little confused and taken aback. I never thought in a million years we could have a kid. Where are you? Can you meet me at the house?” Kalana seemed to be calming down. “Sure baby where are you? The office?” Jason was pacing his office with a sneer on his face “Yea I just got here but I’m going to call it a day and meet you at the house. I drove myself today my driver has the day off. I’ll see you in about an hour.” Kalana actually smiled. “Okay I’ll see you there baby can’t wait.”
By James Reese5 years ago in Criminal
