guilty
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time; a look into all aspects of a guilty verdict from the burden of proof to conviction to the judge’s sentence and more.
Toledo's mad demons of eroticized racial hatred. (Parts 1-2)
Anthony and Nathaniel Cook represent the rarest of the rare in the annals of crime: sibling serial killers. Yet, what is most exceptional about this case is their motive… a motive that separates them from most “angel of death” type killers (see Michael Swango as an example), financial ones (see Dorothea Puente as the archetype), or even your more conventional type of lust murderers like Ted Bundy or – looking at the dual killers dynamic – Henry Lee Lucas and Otis Toole.
By Real Monsters 4 years ago in Criminal
The Deathly Female Contemporary of Jack the Ripper
Content warning: this article contains descriptions of the abuse and murder of children including genuine witness testimony from the 1800s which elaborates on the condition of the victims. Additionally, this article contains a discussion of capital punishment and extreme poverty.
By Jessica London5 years ago in Criminal
Am I My Chef's Keeper?
World famous Chef Rumsey sat slumped at the front table normally sectioned off for special guests. I arrived, pad and Mont Blanc pen in hand viewing the scenes with the police photographers snapping away, marking the evidence and looking for clues. As lead detective for Special Crimes, I was immediately put in charge of the scene, directing the investigation. Chef Rumsey was found face down in his serving of chocolate cake. His wife was sobbing in the corner being consoled by Rumsey’s brother.
By Tomas Alejandro5 years ago in Criminal
Brown Paper Box.
This was the worst summer I had ever lived yet. I just had finished the most horrible pregnancy ever. I got jumped by trey way gang, hospital, act team, acs, and all my baby father ex-girlfriends and hoes and his friends were against me. I felt like I was in deep shit and just stood home where my mom can keep me safe. My baby father is just the worst ever. I can't even talk anymore about what he has done to me without feeling like losing my mind. But as I stay home where it is safe I am praying and storms are raining in heavy. Everyone in Nyc knows something is happening from all the loud thunders that sounds like sweet mary stomping her feet and the severe lightning and the rain, to the moons to the lights. Sounds like god bent his bow and is getting ready to strike the enemies of his child he loves dearly. Alot of weird activity occuring in nyc. We had lights that you only see like in the north pole I think it is show up only people on mickle avenue are witnesses to it. It is just war, just like in winters war the huntsman and I am ravenna except I am shorter and hiding behind candles because they about to stab my heart. I keep dreaming with the police who police cars arrive at night time to my home. In my dream they said the police were going to slaughter me if I did not move out of my home. They were mafia of course crooked. I then woke up ran to my bible because I have to pray every day all day until I am safe and saved, because I am going to die and nobody hears me. They had robbed all my artwork for anybody to look my way to hear my voice and pay attention to me. So now I must pray for attention and leave everything to gods judgement and punishments. So as I read the bible I then use the strategy they taught me at a church group in st.benedicts. They taught us about just placing your hand over the bible and asking god to give you signs. I went to some corner stone group meeting and I can't remember much, but I think I stood over night. It was some very pretty tall lady there she was so stunning, and the rosary she gave me was my favorite. It was red with the holy spirit on it, beautiful rosary I have ever been given at a church. She also gave me another one when I lost it when I told her, and it had the virgin mary this time. I took that and I started doing it. I need to know more to save my life. So I placed my hand over the bible it came to scriptures where it basically told me to run and that someone innocent was going to die and this was goodbye. I had saved the pages and folded them but since I can't remember where it is because of the robberies that occured of stolen paintings, music, and money I have no proof of the actual pages I was taken to when I had asked god questions on what was going on. The only proof I have is writing my religion book on how to have gods power and my story. Maybe when I buy another bible I will look for the scriptures for alot of things was stolen. And the mafia does not want any proof they break the laptops and steal all phones and everything of proof and take away all our money. Anybody who helps me they will take them down. We are basically in a slave house. Anywho with that being said two days later I had received a package. The fed ex man had given me a box with the wrong name and I already opened the box. It was a pair of shoes it had our address on it I thought it was for us. So I quickly ran outside and chased the fed ex truck down the block from where I lived and gave him back the shoes. I then ran back to my home. The very same day in the night time a police car was parked outside my house. A lot of police and ambulance be parked and all over this block a lot. I had no idea but I was so nervous I am scared of the police from all the harassment they do to me and I am scared of the ambulance from all the bullying they do to me too. They get mad if we record them too. The police stood on the block for about an hour long and I made sure I stood quiet in my mothers room. I felt like one of those kids in germeny hiding in a holocaust. I feel sorry for the criminals and their hearts when they know they are hiding and the police there. My heart literally dropped and went in full panic mode and I could not breathe. Just shaking everything in my bones and nerves. But they left off the block, they only let me go because they left out of my house with all my music and paintings. The police do alot of illegal things with the hospital and Im starting to see why things dont change. If people know what I know they will understand that they are gangs too, they just call themselves mafia and its if they want to let you go, when it comes to police brutality and hospital violations. I thank god I didnt keep those shoes in my home because the fed ex man probably would of said he left it in my address and I would of probably been arrested I dont know. The police do alot of things I can not explain maybe I will write fiction short stories and add flavor and spice to make books out of on what I have known and been through. But I am oh so upsetI am not able to show you the exact scriptures for proof god does exist and he does saves and helps. Miracles do happens and he will move the world for you. He will do anything you ask of him if he has picked you as one of his roses.
By Fuck Pretty!!5 years ago in Criminal
Death by Chocolate
I stepped back to admire my work. The cake was huge, with the thick, chocolate icing carefully spread over its delicate surface. It looked absolutely perfect. My grandfather clock chimed as I placed the cake stand on the table. There was immediately a knock at the door. He has always been painfully punctual.
By Allison Claye Williams5 years ago in Criminal
The Obsessives (Part 2 of Rebecca, Selena & Christina)
Three obsessive fans who later became deranged murderers after killing their idols whether they have fallen in love with them, they desperately wants to be like them or just plain jealously. (This is the Part 2 of Rebecca, Selena, and Christina)
By Gladys W. Muturi5 years ago in Criminal
Sophie Lancaster & Boyfriend Attacked Because They Were “Goth”
Summary: Robert Maltby and Sophie Lancaster had dated for about three years. One night as the couple walked through a park headed home, a group of teens attacked Robert. Sophie stepped in to defend her boyfriend. When she did, the teens stamped on her head and jumped up and down on her body. Sophie died from her injuries in the hospital 13-days after the attack. Five people were charged with their deaths, but charges against three of the teens were dismissed.
By Criminal Matters5 years ago in Criminal
November, 22nd
I remember walking past this old coffee shape everyday. Those old rusty windows and the crooked door made it look almost abandoned. I wondered who worked there. It was November 22 and the weather was pretty chilly. Mr. Joseph called me to come pickup the assignment he just finished reading. He wanted me to make a few changes to it. I left my apartment at 8:40 in the morning. The bus dropped me on the bus station about fifteen minutes away from my college. I started walking towards my college as I was texting my friends. The music played high in my headphones and I was dancing along the beat as I walked. Just as I entered the street, Mr. Joseph called me. "I'm really sorry kid but my son Ryan broke his ankle and I left for the hospital this morning" said Mr. Joseph. "Oh, It's okay. I hope he gets well soon" I answered as I walked towards a chair outside the old coffee shop. "Have you left your house?" asked Mr. Joseph as he breath heavily. "Yea, but it's totally fine. You don't have to worry" I replied in a soft voice. "Okay, Thank you so much. Listen I have to go" said Mr. Joseph. And before I could say anything, he hung up the phone. "What do I do now?" I whispered to myself as I sat on the chair. I placed my backpack on the little table and started texting again. I wasn't sure what to do anymore. The way back home was almost an hour and I had just finished travelling. I had not even had the breakfast so my energy was quiet low. "Hello sir, How can I help you?" called a shrill voice. I turned around and there stood and tall slim girl right in front of the crooked door to the coffee shop. She had beautiful black hair tied up in a messy bun. Her eyes were crystal blue and the sun made her face look moist and flawless. She wore a pink shirt and the headband matched her white skirt. "What a beauty!" I gasped. She laughed as I finished talking. Her smile was fabulous, those beautiful tan hands covered her lips as she blushed. "Thank you sir!" she replied. She has a badge that spelled 'Linda'. "Linda?" I asked. She nodded her head and said "That's my collogue" as she pulled out the chair next to mine and sat. "I'm Catherine, they call me Cat" she added. "Can I take you to a coffee?" I asked. "Haha, I'd love that but I don't know you" she replied as she fixed her headband. "DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS! that's what they say" added Cat as she stared into my eyes. "Hurry up Cat! Take the damn order already" screamed a masculine voice from within the shop. "What would you like sir?" asked Cat as she stood up. "A coffee would be fine" I replied. She opened the door, turned back and gave me a smile.
By Ayesha Munir5 years ago in Criminal
