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Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by Just_plinking, Feb 6, 2013.
pics or it didn't happen ash
I wake up next to evil every morning
I saw a ghost car the other night.
I was walking my dog at night. A car with its headlights on turned west on the road in front of me. I was watching it drive from about 50 yards away until it passed a parked van that blocked my view as the car drove past it. But it never came out the other side of the parked van. I had a wtf moment and assumed the car stopped suddenly in the middle of the street and turned its lights off. I was thinking it must be behind the van where i couldn't see it. I walked until i got to where the car should have been and there was nothing behind the parked van. No other cars anywhere.
I'm still questioning my sanity.
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Dude, have you been taking Ambien? That stuff will do weird things if you take it and stay up.
I have looked evil square in the eyes more times than I can count. I have also seen the results of those evil individuals actions many times, it never gets easy.
The worst was a parolee who beat his girlfriend so bad I thought for sure she was dead and that the bubbles coming through the blood on her face was her life leaving her. Miraculously, she held on long enough to make it to a trauma center and was then airlifted to University Hospitals in Cleveland. She made it after a few weeks of touch and go.
My sergeant and I (the responding and investigating officers) didn't need much to send him back to prison. He went back for the rest of his 12 1/2 years and was convicted to do another 12. Hopefully he stays there and can never hurt anyone again. I will never forget how he chuckled when I asked him why he had blood on his knuckles as I was handcuffing him.
Domestic calls really are the absolute worst. The tenant next door said that it sounded like someone was dropping a dumbell on the floor, it was him pounding her head on the floor.
Believe me, I was trying to rationalize it any way I could. I don't take any medicines, was completely sober and not even very tired. I chaulked it up to some bad food lol.
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Late summer 1990 myself and a partner went to the San Jacinto/Hemet, SoKal area to investigate a criminal alien running a sham immigration business. This guy had multiple fraud arrests and a couple of convictions. An informant had given us his address and we were going to arrest and deport this guy.
One weird kink to this story was that the informant told us this guy was in to worshiping satan and back then the area where he lived was notorious for that sort of thing. My parter was not thrilled at the idea of us going up there alone and I could tell the satanist thing had him creeped out.
The day came and we both had our primary handguns and BUGs and I also had checked out an 870. I told him we should be ok and to just play it cool. The drive from the OC took about an hour and a quarter. When we arrived in San Jacinto we went to the post office but there wasn't anybody there that could help us. This was before Garmin and computers so Thomas Guides (which we didn't have for Riverside County) and fold out maps were it.
Eventually, we found the place outside of town at the end of a long driveway at the top of a hill. We approached with caution and got out to check the residence.
This is what we found...no front door, just a hippie bead thing hanging from the door frame, the windows had no glass, just homemade curtains and general disrepair and clutter all over the outside...and bones...lots of animal bones...skulls of birds, dogs, cats, mice, etc.
My partner was totally freaked out and was quickly returning to the car for the shotty...I called out the guys name several times but got no answer. Since there was no door I took a quick peek inside and immediately wished I hadn't. The smell was horrid and there was blood splatter everywhere. I backed out real quick gagging from the filth...and thats when a sheriffs car pulled up.
They had the guy in custody. He had killed his girlfriend for some weird satanic deal. They hadn't even been to his house yet. My partner and I went to the Riverside County Jail just to verify it was the guy and sure enough, it was him. Lots of what if on the way home.
I've seen a lot of murders in my day, including arresting a serial killer. A lot of them have those eyes. No conscience at all, evil.
at my first nursing job, i took care of a guy with a police escort and multiple superficial lacerations. dude was cuffed to the bed, and had that thousand yard stare thing going on.
his lacerations were from his overzealous stabs at an elderly couple. he attacked them walking out of Target in broad daylight. just snapped, and chopped these poor people up in public. the man died at the trauma center, but the lady lived a miserable fear-filled life for a while, and eventually died months later.
i know, KNOW i would have emptied my pistol into him, if only i was there. nobody helped those people. nobody even rammed the bastard with a shopping cart, or anything.
I've worked with some child molesters, I think that counts.
I was a crime reporter in Cape Town during the PAGAD era (they were a terrorist organisation that was "fighting gangsterism and drugs"). The feeling was that they were getting money from the Middle East and got some training (in making pipe bombs etc.) from there too. Their main hitman was a guy called Ebrahim Jenneker and I had the misfortune of attending his trial after he killed quite a few people. No emotion, not even when he was sentenced. Dead eyes and surely evil incarnated.
He had the most beautiful wife who cried for most of the two weeks of the trial. I simply could not understand what attracted her to such a monster.
In 1991 I had just read a story about the most wanted man in the World at that time and a day or so after that I bumped into two elderly couples in a hotel lobby and as God is my witness one elderly gentleman matched his photo pefectly!! He even had the same fingers missing and had glasses like him!! To top it off he spoke English with a heavy European accent!! It has haunted me to this day as I thought at the time "it can't be, impossible...why would he leave Syria?"
In the early 80's I was working in the produce department of a local supermarket. This really odd guy started working wth us, and he gave every one the creeps. A couple months later he was arrested and convicted for raping a girl, and then dismembering her.
Google Joel Ferkins. I used to work right to the POS, and can still remember how he would laugh when he sliced watermelons.
This one time, after band camp...
Not quite face to face, but definitely too close for comfort... My ex(thank God)wife's uncle was David Parker Ray. Didn't know it at the time. We were both stationed at Patrick AFB, when we went to her home in Albuquerque on leave, we'd go out to Elephant Butte to camp, just so happens that Ray's trailer was out that way. Ex and I were asked to go to the property and water the plants in the yard because Ray was incarcerated for "something". Ex's mom and stepdad took Ray's Chevy dually so they could haul stuff around. First time I found out that it was Ray's truck was when I got in it. The passenger side door and window handles were missing. Seems he and his girl would pick up hitchhikers and prostitutes in the truck; handles were gone so they couldn't get out; take them back to the trailer that he had configured into a torture chamber, and then rape/torture/kill the girls. It all came apart when one of his victims got away, running naked down the road to get help. Rat bastard died in custody, but the family firmly believes there are MANY more victims, probably submerged deep in the bowels of the lake. Needless to say I don't associate with them any more.
How about when you go someplace like an event with lots of people walking from one booth to the other. Then you make eye contact with a guy thats been looking over the crowd,,,leaning on a telephone poll, with the evil dead eye. (The look of pure evil) You know what I mean? that look...... That happened in Laconia NH Last June.
That's some straight up horror movie style messed up stuff right there.
When I was 18, I flew to NOLA in late '77. Sitting next to me on the plane was an older guy who kept talking to me. He said he had a rental car and would drive me to the Quarter (my family was there) since he was staying there too.
When we pulled up to his hotel, he reached over and put his hand on my leg asking me if I wanted to go up to his room with him. I snatched his hand off and told him to **** off. I got out and walked away. A year later, I saw his picture on the news. It was John Wayne Gacy.
A friend of mine, back when Bill was Gov Bill, escorted Miss Arkansas to some ball. She had to dance with Bill, he had to dance with Shrillery.
It took years of regression therapy to get that much out of him. Now he spends his days in a padded room.
Some good stuff going on in here.
I once sat behind Sheila Jackson Lee on a flight to D.C.