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Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by Just_plinking, Feb 6, 2013.
Rub it in why dontcha.
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I see evil each and every day. It is all around you if you look for it.
I remember that story, thought about it a lot of times. He was camping or having a picknick with his family when these people slowly started to walk towards them. He told his family to get in the car and then showed these zombies his gun, which made them stop. Something like that, like in a movie, unbelievable.
i'm guessing bike week at the weirs?
Didn't read the whole thread, but I wanted to get this out.
One of my friends, when I was a kid around 12 years old, was friends with a kid a couple years older named Gary We played Nintendo together a few times and even went to the creek and looked for crawdads with him. Later on, my friend would tell stories about him. That he killed another kid's pet rabbit etc, but I didn't believe them.
A few years later an 8 year old girl went missing. So did Gary. He was 17 and turned himself in to police a few days later after the 8 year olds body was found. Turns out he stabbed her to death in a nearby ball field.
Recently, I looked the story up to see if Gary was in jail. I found a picture of the 8 year old girl and it just brought tears to my eyes. She would be 28 this year. I have a 7 year old and I can't imagine what the family went through, and still goes through every day.
What town was this in ?
Been debating as to whether I should post this but I figure this is about as anonymous as it gets. I was 18 years old and working for my mom before beginning college. My older brother had also been working there there since he was 15,16 years old ( he's 5 years older than me by the way). Well, he had lost his license some years earlier for DUI and I would normally swing by and pick him up for work. He was a heavy drinker, so one morning when I stopped by and he didn't answer the door, I just figured he was passed out. I had seen him lock himself out a couple of times so I new where he kept his spare key. I open the door and immediately noticed furniture and tables knocked over, but no big deal. He and his girlfriend could throw down like UFC heavyweights. Continued to look through the house(in the dark) but no one was home. Finally just left and told mom bro wasnt coming to work today.
Fast forward to about midnight that same day. Used to be, down here in Ga there wasn't that much to get into on a Friday night, so we would ride dirt roads and drink a couple of beers. There is a certain spot in particular with a rickety old bridge that was just ideal for stopping on and pissing off of. It had become so infamous that if you told someone to meet you at "Piss Creek Bridge" , 95% of the people in our community would know where you were talking about. Sure enough, we made our stop there, hung out for a minute, did our business, then was on our way.
Next morning, get a call from my panicked mother asking when was the last time I had spoke to my brother. Turns out, the previous Thursday night, he and his girlfriend had devised a plan to get one of her older gentleman friends to come over for some you know what. Plan was to knock him out when he came in, grab his cash, then hit the road. Didn't quite work out like that. Instead, he put up a pretty good fight and my brother ended up strangling the man to death.
That was all pretty much the back drop for the creepy parts. That morning when I went in his house, my footprints can clearly be seen tracing through the puddles of blood in all of the GBI photos of the crime scene. Later that night, coincidentally, my friends and I were basically having a party on the bridge this poor mans body had been tucked under. My brother ended up turning himself in about 4 days later and disclosing where they had hide the body. After doing the math and realizing that body was right underneath us that night, i have never and will never have another "full body shiver" like I had at that moment.
Keep em coming!
Coming back from Labor Day weekend in the Florida Keys I stopped at a place I like to eat for an early dinner. About half way thru eating a bunch of middle eastern guys come in, couple dozen of them and are spread between four tables around where I was eating.
Talking softly to each other except when one would loudly proclaim the good time they just had boating or fishing. Not a one was dressed for a day on the water, as they remarked that they had just come from.
This was Labor Day 2001
I won't bother with all the stories I could tell. I will just say that I work in Corrections and leave it at that. Doesn't get much more face to face with "evil".
I remember, years back, had to be 16/17 years old, I was taking my dog out for his evening walk. I'm passing my neighbors house and these three guys come out, one of 'em stopped me, young guys a small bit older than I was at the time. The guy starts asking me questions about my dog ( a German Shepherd), turns out he was a breeder, I talked with him and the other two for a good 20 minutes about GSD's. We shook hands, and went off on our seperate ways. Nice guys.
So I take my dog in and come back out, maybe 10 minutes later to meet some buddies, and I see about 5 NYPD units in front of my neighbors house, turns out, he was found shot execution style moments before by his wife who just got home. I found out my neighbor was a drug dealer, and with the timing, those guys I talked to leaving his house HAD to be the shooters. We talked for 20 min or so, they were making jokes and stuff, I had no clue.
Nothing evil about this story, just 'creepy' but in a good way.
I have a friend that owns a hotel in Montana. We were playing poker one night and he was telling me that the hotel is the longest continually operated hotel in Montana, built over 100 years ago. So I ask him if he has any ghost stories from the place. He smiles and says yes, several. Turns out the place was used as a makeshift hospital during the flu epidemic back in 1918 to 1920 and lots of people died there.
He told me several stories but the best one was about the time he was going to change a lock at the hotel. There was a room that he wanted to use for storage but he could not find the key. The lock on the door was original so it was over 100 years old. There wasnt anyway a local locksmith would be able to make a new key for that style of lock so he was going to have to replace the whole lockset. That bothered him because he really wanted to keep everything as original as possible. He stewed over it for a couple of days and finally decided that the next morning he was going to have to go down the hardware store and buy a new lockset for the old door. When he got up the next morning the missing key was sitting on a table near the door.
I feel that liberalism is " a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder "; IE: entropy of the human civilization.
OMG. OMG. OMG.
This is freaky. I worked with a guy back in the early 90's at a restaurant in South Florida named Osvaldo Almeida. He was 19 at the time and was already married and had a kid.
Anyway, he and I hung out one afternoon and went to a mall. We are in his car in the parking lot and he tells me he wants to show me something. A bit awkward moment between two guys in a parked car. I mean he is either going to pull out some drugs or his pecker. In this case Ozzie as we called him reached under the seat and pulled out a Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum. Meanwhile people are walking by the car and he is waving around a hand canon. I tell him this is a bad idea. So he stashes the gun back under the seat and starts the car. We end up on a road running along a big canal in a wooded area behind a trailer park. The whack job pulls the gun out gets out of the car and shoots twice in the air.
Ozzie gets back in the car without saying a thing we head back to the mall. An hour later I was home and never had anything to do with the guy again. I left the job shortly after. Anyway, about 6 mos. later the tv is on and I am on the phone not really listening to the news when Osvaldo pops up on the screen in a Broward County Corrections outfit standing before a judge. I'm pretty sure I said, "holy ****!" Evidently his wife left him and took his kid. So he starts seeing prostitutes. He shoots two and kills them. Then he kills the manager of a bar who had carded him. All on seperate occasions.
He is serving three life sentences from what I remember. He had been sentenced to death but it was overturned. When you said Osvaldo I almost pissed myself.
I have no idea where he got this information but a co-worker of mine has said that more serial killers come from Washington state than anywhere else in the u.s. anyone else know if this is true?
Worked with this guy several years before this happened.
I don't know if Washington state is the winner in the most serial killers game, but there's plenty that have come from there.
I've stood in the basement of the King County courthouse when Gary Ridgeway (Green River killer) was escorted out right past me. He was hard to see with all the beef & subguns around him, but he was there.
Such a sweet man! He killed so many women over the years he couldn't remember where he'd put them all. He'd have sex with them for two or three days after he'd killed them. When asked why, he said it was cheaper. Saved him money.
His wife, kids and co-workers at the Kenworth Truck plant never had a clue.
The first time I saw obama talk on TV I felt something bad wrong about this guy.
I said, "This is one spooky son of a b****".
Seems my gut feeling was right.