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iwritefanficsandpostthem · 9 months ago

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Fuckolate (Wonka edition)

With the help from @watchingpurpled

Minors DNI - this fic will be 18+!!

Summary- female Y/N tries a chocolate Wonka gave them and Wonka takes Y/N to his home downstairs and they take it a step further. 🙂

WARNING: foreplay, tease, grinding, wrestle play, make out

I was cleaning the floors of Wonka’s factory as per usual on my Night Shift. It was February 10, 4 days till Valentine’s Day! I’m good friends with him, since he hired me when I was at a low spot in life, when my parents kicked me out because I recently turned 21, which is apparently “too old” to be living with them, but I promise I was really trying to get a job and a place to stay, I’m not lazy! So he saw me crying on the side of the road and decided to let me stay with him in his guest room.

It’s been about a month of this and to be honest, I feel like I have developed something for him. Ok ok off topic now back to the night; he walked in as I finished up cleaning the place. He came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder as I jumped from the door slamming shut, causing an echo throughout the entire factory.

“Woah hey, It’s just me!” He reassures me, his hand still resting on my shoulder. “I finally finished up all of my errands.”

“Shit- don’t do that! You know I’m startled easily, Willy!” I stand up fast looking at him, angrily flustered.

“Oh, sorry, I just have something for you.” He says as he reaches into his pocket, but doesn’t take it back out.

“Y/N, you know that Valentine chocolate I’ve been working on for the past month? Well I finally finished it and I want you to be the first to taste test it!” He joyfully pronounces to what seems to be a crowd, though it was just me, as everyone else left for the night.

“Wait, me? Why me?” I thought with a puzzled face, slightly blushing.

“But, before you do, I need you to come to my bedroom, for the full experience.” He pulls out a small little red box that fits in the palm of his hand with a small pink ribbon as he raises his eyebrows and a smirk.

“His room? What??” I thought more, but this time with my face red.

“Well? Any questions before we go?” He says with a tone of pure excitement, putting his hand back in his pocket, then pats it and twirls his cane.

“Why do I need to go into your room to try a chocolate?” I say, kinda quietly, almost whispering, but starts walking towards him.

“I can’t say,” His grin becomes wider, “It’s a surprise!”

We start walking into the elevator as he places his hand on my lower back, towards my waist. I ain’t complaining, but he’s never really done that to me before, it was kinda… hot? He presses the down button into the 2nd floor, AKA, his room. The elevator went down, with him humming a little tune he probably made up in his head as I just stared at him, deep in thought.

What does he want to do with me? Talk to me? Is it bad? Is he gonna fire me?

Or is he gonna… no that’s not reasonable, though it could be something… no it just can’t. We walk into his little hut-like underground house, with a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room, all, just separated into different rooms. We walk i to the living room with him still humming his tune and we both sit on the couch.

“Ok, so, what do you like to drink? White wine? Red wine, champagne?” Wonka starts as he grabs his hat and pulls out to wine glasses and puts them on the coffee table.

“Uhm… do you have orange juice? I’ll poor some champagne in it, it’s so good.” I recommend a I grab the glass and put my hand out for a drink.

He pulls out orange juice and champagne and pours some of each in his glass, then gives them to me, and I go the same. We cheer and take a sip, and he makes a face of enjoyment, then says “Huh.” And looks into the glass as he swirls it, it looks I dare say, sexy??

“What?” I ask him as I take another sip.

“Oh, nothing!” He says and takes another sip.

“Huh!”

“Double huh, huh? What is it??” I say, with a giggle.

“Just this combination is good, how have I never thought of this!?” He says and grabs a stir stick from his hat and puts it back on.

We both laugh and drank the rest of our glass and set it down. He gets up to take off his jacket and coat, he’s whering suspenders… fuck. I always loved suspenders, especially on him. He somehow makes every piece of clothing look good, just damn.

“So, about that chocolate?” I remind him and cross my legs and lay back, trying to calm myself.

“Oh, right!” He turns back around and searches in his jacket pocket for the chocolate.

He brought back to the couch and plumped back down next to me, closer this time. He unfolds his hands onto mine and gives the small red box.

“Give me your honest opinion.” He says with a straight face, but then smiles and sits back a little.

I examine the heart shaped chocolate with a pink streak in the middle, and it seems glittery!

“What’s in it?” I ask.

“Well, it‘s dark chocolate from the cocoa beans I borrowed from Loompa-land, with sliced strawberries freshly picked from Egypt, the finest red wine from France, regular edible glitter, and lustful truffle from the forests in Italy.” He explains as I chew the chocolate, then swallow.

“Well?” He throws his hands onto my shoulders and turns me towards him, looking into his greenish-grey eyes.

“Well, it’s tasty, that’s for sure-“ I pause.

“What the fuck???” I look down with wide eyes, feeling a stir in my stomach.

“How do you feel?” He asked in a low voice, still looking at me and putting his hands onto his lap.

“Uh…” I tremble, feeling the stir in my stomach spread through my body, sort of like electricity, but, nice?

“I don’t know how to say this, but…”

“Aroused?” He inches closer and touches my inner thigh with a small grin.

The electricity grows stronger, and my breathing grows heavy. His hand went further down my thigh, as he rubs his thumb, ever so lightly.

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Pt 2:

He raises his hand and gently moves my chin to face him, and he slowly moves his face towards me. I look at his lips and he looks at mine, and we look back at each other again. Our lips are now an inch away from each-other, then all of a sudden, his soft lips are touching mine. I didn’t know lips could be this soft and gentle, yet needy and commanding at the same time.

He moves a bit closer, pretty much his chest pressing against mine, and starts moving his hands. Down to my waist, and back up to my shoulders, in a circular form, it felt nice. He bites my bottom lip, and that electric shock feels stronger. He slowly pushes me down onto the couch and pulls me towards him on the couch.

He starts to breathe heavily as I start to move my hands as well. I start rubbing his chest and onto his shoulders, and he starts to wrap his leg around me, rubbing me against his bulge. I grab his suspenders and attempted to pull them off, but the electric shock was too good.

“Now, now, use your words, sweetheart,”He pauses, then sits up right to stand. “Shall we take this to a comfortable area that’s not the size of a twin bed?” He asks me, then scoops me up into a fireman carry, and walks to his room and shuts the door with his foot.

He playfully throws me onto his king size bed and he crawls on to the bed and begins playfully wrestling and biting my neck, as I giggle. We both giggle and I finally pinned him down, but shortly after he threw me back onto the bed and he stopped and looked over me, taking a breath.

“My my, you can really start up a tussle huh?” I said, still out of breath.

He gets up and lays beside me on his stomach.

“What’s the name of your new chocolate, by the way?” I say, sitting up to take off my flannel.

“Uhm, I might change it, but it’s called Fuckolate,” He started, kicking his legs behind while focusing on me. “The Lustful Truffle is the thing that makes your s€x drive act up.”

“What?”

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Pt. 3 (Final)

Wonka laughed and rolled to his back on the bed, sprawled out, now tired. “Yeah… but I’m too tired… sorry darlin’.” Be put his hands behind his head.

I move up next to him and cuddle up next to him, Now with my flannel off, revealing my white top. With a happy and content hum, I trace his chest with my fingers as he continued to speak.

“Besides, I need to tune it up a little, it doesn’t last for long and-“

I give him a sweet kiss on his chin, causing him to stop.

“It’s pretty good though, I like your invention a lot! It would be perfect for Valentine’s Day!” I reassure him as I kept my face around his neck area, my breath tickling his neck.

He turns his full body to me with soft and loving gaze, and puts his hand on my thigh. I slightly gasp at the touch and try not to lose it as he lightly stokes it, looking into his lively eyes. He comes closer while rubbing my hip now, and gives me a kiss. His lips are so soft, softer than the silkiest fabric. He pulls me closer into a hug onto my waist, moving his fingers up my back all the way to my neck and shoulders, back down to my lower back.

“I love you.” He mumbles, as he puts his head into my chest, listening to my heartbeat and random little stomach noises and and matching my breathing patterns.

I froze, my heart beating faster by the second. I returned his hug and playing with his hair. It’s silent for a few minutes, my face redder than a tomato. My palms get sweaty as I feel nervous. Wonka looked up at me, then giggled.

“Why so shy now, hun?”

“Uh- I don’t know.” I stutter, putting my hands on his shoulders.

He went back to cuddling me, putting his head near my stomach, and I hear him hum to him self. I continued to play with his hair, still speechless, until I close my eyes and lean in more to the hug and finally return his words.

“I love you too…”

#wonka 2023 #wonka x reader #timothée chalamet #female y/n

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brokehorrorfan · 5 years ago

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Interview: Tom Atkins (Trick, Halloween III)

Genre icon Tom Atkins spoke with me about his new horror film, Trick, which will be released in select theaters and on Digital this Friday, October 18, via RLJE Films. We also discuss the change in public opinion of Halloween III: Season of the Witch, his role in the scrapped Halloween 3D, and working with filmmakers like John Carpenter, George A. Romero, and Richard Donner.

Can you begin by telling us how you got involved with Trick and what attracted you to the project?

Patrick Lussier [director/co-writer] attracted me to the project, as well as the part. Trick is the third film I've worked on with Patrick. My Bloody Valentine 3D was the first. I played a sheriff who had my face ripped off and died a terrible death at the hands of the miner. The second one was Drive Angry, which we shot down in Shreveport, Louisiana with Nic Cage. I lived through that one!

We had a wonderful time doing Trick. I play Talbott, this town curmudgeon; an angry, old man. I run the town diner and a movie festival at Halloween time. It was going to be a drive-in, but it turned out to be the interior of a church, because weather intervened and made it impossible. I love the character. He adores the kids of the town even though he would never admit that. He certainly doesn't show it, but at the end he's trying to protect them from the evil, chasing the guy with his shotgun in the church.

He's a terrific character, and Patrick said that he and Todd [Farmer, co-writer] would like to have me in everything they do, so I'm looking forward to the next one. He assured me that I will live through the entire film! [laughs]

You've worked with such influential filmmakers as John Carpenter, George Romero, and Richard Donner, to name a few. How does working with Patrick Lussier compare?

You know, my personal favorite film that I made was Night of the Creeps directed by Fred Dekker back in 1986. And Shout Factory just came out with an action figure of [my character] Detective Ray Cameron from Night of the Creeps all these years later. I found that astounding! I love Fred, and I love Patrick. I feel like I'm with my brother when I'm with Patrick or Fred. I think they're both wonderful directors. I think the years that Patrick spent as an editor for Wes Craven certainly helped make him the fine director that he is.

I really enjoyed doing the films with John [Carpenter]; The Fog and Escape from New York, and he produced Halloween III. George Romero, oh, my God. He was a dear, dear friend. I'd known him since the '60s. I miss him. He was a wonderful guy. He was like a big, old bear. He loved to give hugs and talk about what we were doing, how he was going to attack a certain scene or sequence in a film. He was a terrific guy.

Donner I like to think of as an old-fashioned Hollywood director - in the best sense of the word. He would have screenings of the [Lethal Weapon] dailies for the week every Friday. There was always food, champagne, cocktails, beer, wine; whatever your preference. Everybody was welcome.

I got a kick out of him when we were shooting the sequence where Gary Busey shot me from the helicopter through my French door, in my back and out my stomach, in my eggnog and out my eggnog. He was out front on the street talking to the neighbors that had all gathered around. He said, "This is what we're gonna do. We've got this actor in there. We're gonna shoot him from a helicopter over the back cliff. What do you think? Do you think it'll work? Is it a good idea?" And they would say whether they thought it was or wasn't, and he really listened to them as if he might change his mind and do it differently if they came up with a better way! [laughs]

I thought he was a wonderful guy and that he was so open to everything. Like Patrick, he was steeped in the history of it. He was an old-fashioned director, and he had done a lot of films and TV. I thought he did a wonderful job. I'm biased; I like the first Lethal Weapon better than the rest of them, because I was dead and couldn't be in any of the others. [laughs]

Trick isn't your first Halloween-themed horror movie; as you mentioned, you starred in Halloween III: Season of the Witch. How has it been to see the public opinion shift on that movie over the years?

I loved making Halloween III. I really enjoyed it. It was John Carpenter's intention to make an anthology of Halloween movies; to make a different Halloween movie every Halloween. The money guys at the studio said, "Well, you already have this one ready to go, and we'll do it, but you have to put Halloween in the title. It can be subtitled Season of the Witch, but it has to have the franchise, Halloween, up above."

A lot of people were unhappy when it came out. They saw Halloween and thought Michael Myers would be in it. I love, though, the way that the audience has just grown and grown and grown. I have so many people come to me now and say, "Halloween III is my favorite Halloween movie. I just love watching that one!" It's different than the others, and it stands on its own. It's a really good film.

You were also going to be in Lussier's Halloween 3D before it was scrapped. What do you recall about that one?

When we were working on My Bloody Valentine 3D, he sent me a script of his version of Halloween 3, which was a continuation of the Rob Zombie storyline. I was going to play a really demented shrink who was taking care of Laurie [Strode] in a psychiatric hospital. I was their doctor, and I was up to no good. [laughs] I certainly wasn't going to do them any good. In the script, I ended up being killed by ol' Michael Myers.

I guess Drive Angry didn't do well at the box office, and they took it away from Patrick, and nobody did it. Answer me this: why am I not in the new Halloween with Jamie Lee [Curtis]?

They have a lot of the old cast members coming back! I'd love to see you return.

They do! My dear pal, Chuck Cyphers, is going to be in [Halloween Kills]. I think he's going to be the sheriff again. That's what he was in the originals. He's going to be in it, and Nancy Stephens too. We'll see. There's always a chance!

#tom atkins #trick #halloween iii: season of the witch #halloween iii #halloween #halloween 3 #interview #article #my bloody valentine #lethal weapon #my bloody valentine 3d #drive angry #night of the creeps #john carpenter #george romero

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snarkwrites · 5 years ago

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FFT: galentines; john shaw

Notes:

Okay, so... Did I mention I totally fell in love with Dean Ambrose’s character John in the movie Lockdown? Because yeah, yeet, oops. This is a result of that. And maybe at some point, I might revisit this whole.. Idea.. of mine. Idk. For now, this is part 1 in a two part thing.

Summary:

Valerie and John were a thing years ago. Now they work together. But there’s lack of closure and BOTH PARTIES are still in love. Maybe drinks are had and maybe John does the sober boss thing and takes Valerie home?

Pairing:

Detective John Shaw x OFC, Valerie.

Warnings:

alcohol tw, flirting and angst.

“It’s over-commercialized bullshit, that’s what it is. No one is ever going to tell me any different.” Valerie was turning the glass upside down as soon as she slammed back her shot of tequila and shaking her head at the bitterness.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll get called into the station. By our boss and your partner, the hardass?” Tess teased Valerie just in the hopes that it’d get Valerie ranting and raving about her crush on the man in question because she was almost certain that she’d seen Officer Shaw walk into the bar earlier, flashing his badge around, looking all official. And Tess really, really, really wanted to see Valerie stick her foot right in her mouth at last. The tension between the two when they were all on the clock was almost enough to make everyone around them squirm in anticipation. It was almost as if they knew each other before they started working together on the force. Several times Tess got the feeling there was something neither of them were telling her, but she let it alone. She let them keep insisting things were complicated because somehow, she got the feeling they were beyond that.

For about 3 seconds, the words of her best friend almost sobered Valerie up. But she started to laugh and she shrugged. “I told him I get tonight off. Because Valentines Day.” Valerie giggled and shook her head, glaring at the rest of her friends when they immediately chimed in “Crime doesn’t take a night off.” her three best friends all mimicked Officer Shaw.

Valerie bit her lip, grabbing for the bottle of tequila between the four of them and after taking a lime wedge and shaking some salt onto the back of her hand, she took another shot. “Do you guys k-know how f-fucking hard it is w-working with John Shaw?”

“Oh god, here we go.”

“Hey, somebody should record this.”

“D-don’t y-you dare. With those f-fucking arms and those e-eyes, holy shit. Man is a walking w-wet dream. I c-can’t fuckin f-focus when he walks into my o-office.” Valerie was off to the races, ranting on without a care in the world and her friends were all sitting back and quietly giggling. At one point during the most filthy part of Valerie’s rant on the things she wanted Officer Shaw to do to her and a few things she wouldn’t mind doing to him, Tess caught sight of Valerie’s partner -and their boss, nursing a bottle of water and sitting at the edge of the bar, staring right at Valerie intently.

He did it all the time.

The next thing Tess knew, she was getting a text from an unknown number. The mystery was solved as soon as she opened the text though and Tess smirked to herself as her eyes scanned the message Officer Shaw sent her.

← Thought Valerie had a hot date or somethin’ tonight…

Tess had plans already, she was meeting a guy she swiped right and matched on Tinder with -if he bothered showing up. Their other two friends Rita and Addie had taken an Uber over to the bar after their shift at the hospital and were leaving as soon as their husbands got off work from a local steel factory. Tess had a feeling she knew exactly what Officer Shaw was getting at though, and just the thought that she might be right and this might be a damn good chance to play matchmaker between Shaw and Valerie. And that’s exactly what she set about doing, with her answering texts.

→ No sir. Not us. Never. ;P

→ Valerie got dumped earlier, so she’s havin’ a rough night. I think she started drinking at 5-ish?

→ I gave her a lift here, but if my Tinder guy ever shows, I’m getting outta here because I plan on getting l a i d tonight, sir. So.. Val is deffo gonna need a ride.

→ But then again, she’s the only one you were really askin’ about, am I right? ;P

As soon as she’d responded, she put away her phone. She spotted the red and black plaid scarf that her Tinder date mentioned he’d be wearing and she took two more rapid-fire shots, standing as she wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. “Ladies, my ride awaits. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do tonight. If you do, name it after me.. Or don’t. I’m outta here.”

Valerie gave a laugh and called out in a cheeky tone to her best friend, “ Wrap it up! You don’t know where that dick’s been, sweetheart!” her level of drunkenness making her usual drawl even thicker and much more pronounced. She stood, sliding off the barstool and she started to make her way towards the back, with Rita and Addie in tow.

Walking isn’t really a word for what she was doing. Stumbling was more like it. Rita and Addie flanked her on either side, holding her steady until she came to a stop in front of the old jukebox sitting next to a pool stick holder mounted to the back wall of the bar. After digging around in her pockets, she finally found a ten dollar bill and she set to straightening it, pouting and swearing when that task proved to be just a bit more difficult than she anticipated.

“Girl.”

“Give me that, holy shit.” Addie reached out, taking the badly wrinkled bill, smoothing it over the edge of the machine before slipping it into the slot. “No stripper anthems tonight.”

“Aw, c’mon, whyyyy.” Valerie whined and pouted, but burst into laughter. “Fine. W-we’re listenin t-to metal.”

“Oh god.”

“She’s gonna be so hungover tomorrow. Christ, Rita, her hair is gonna hurt.” Addie grimaced as Rita glanced over towards the end of the bar. Spotting Valerie’s partner sitting there nursing a glass of water, she got Addie’s attention as Valerie wandered over to the rack of pool sticks and grabbed one, chalking the tip.

“Okay, so here’s my thought. Tess has already told the guy that Val is gonna need a lift. When Mike and Danny show, we’ll kinda herd her over there to him.”

“We can’t do that, Rita.”

“We can and we are. Because it’s about time they both acted on the way they feel. Guy’s always around, Addie. He wouldn’t show up here if it weren’t for our wildcat best friend. And you know what Tess keeps saying, they’re always fighting. Think, Addie.. How’d it start with you and Danny?”

“Ooh. Good point. Okay, fine. I’m in. But I don’t like it. And he better not be a dick about it.”

“Somehow I don’t think he will, Addie.” Rita mused as she nodded in the direction of Officer Shaw. Valerie’s laughter and Sad But True by Metallica shattered the otherwise quiet bar and Rita gave a wink to the officer sipping water as his gaze flickered from her to Valerie, settling on Valerie who was currently racking the table for a game while trying to sing along with the song and wiggling her hips to it.

“At least she’s not at home ugly sobbing into a pint of ice cream like with Ben.” Addie mused as Rita nodded in agreement and reached for a pool stick. “C’mon. I feel like tonight’s that night, Val. Tonight I’m gonna push you right off that champion throne.”

“R-rita, I l-love you but n-no. N-nope. You’re h-horrible at t-this.”

“No, you’re just a little hustler. That’s all.”

Valerie squealed, smiling at her in a goofy way. “Awww, bitch, y-you always say the sweetest shit.”

“Okay, sugar. Get the stick and get ready for your beating.”

They were about halfway into the game when Rita and Addie’s husbands showed up to collect them and Rita wandered past Officer Shaw, leaning in to whisper, “Okay, stud. She’s gonna need a lift. Don’t be an ass. It’s been a rough day for her. When you two got into it earlier? She’d just finished crying in the employee bathroom while textin’ me.”

John’s gaze left Rita and settled on Valerie, watching her like a hawk. Ozzy Osbourne was playing now and Valerie was taking a long sip from the forgotten bottle of tequila. He grimaced and nodded in her direction as he asked Rita, “Any reason why?”

“Yeah, her ass of an ex, Ben. He dumped her over text.”

John grimaced again, finishing off his bottled water as he glanced at the time on his phone screen and stood. “The four of ya be careful.” he told Rita as Rita nodded and then told him, “Have fun wrangling her, Officer. Use the cuffs if you have to.”

#john shaw fanfiction #john shaw fanfic #john shaw fic #john shaw imagine #john shaw oneshot #// you all WILL be seeing more of 12 rounds 3 on here btw #// i rewatched and fell in love all over again

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sarkos · 5 years ago

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The Last Words of Dutch Schultz

Statements made by Arthur (Dutch Schultz) Flegenheimer were taken down by a Newark police stenographer, F. J. Lang. The notes covered a period from about 4 o'clock Thursday afternoon until Schultz died. During that period he was delirious most of the time, but lucid at intervals. A transcript of all he said follows:

Schultz at this time was irrational, suffering with a fever of 106 degrees and a bullet in his stomach. Sergeant Luke Conlon and other detectives from Newark police headquarters were at his bedside. One of the officers had a newspaper.

(Schultz noticed newspaper and spoke) - Has it been in any other papers? George, don't make no full moves. What have you done with him? Oh, mama, mama, mama. Oh stop it, stop it; eh, oh, oh. Sure, sure, mama. Now listen, Phil, fun is fun. Ah please, papa. What happened to the sixteen? Oh, oh, he done it, please. John, please, oh, did you buy the hotel? You promised a million sure. Get out. I wished I knew. Please make it quick, fast and furious. Please. Fast and furious. Please help me get out; I am getting my wind back, thank God. Please, please, oh please. You will have to please tell him, you got no case. You get ahead with the dot dash system didn't I speak that time last night. Whose number is that in your pocket book, Phi1 13780. Who was it? Oh- please, please. Reserve decision. Police, police, Henry and Frankie. Oh, oh, dog biscuits and when he is happy he doesn't get happy please, please to do this. Then Henry, Henry, Frankie you didn't even meet me. The glove will fit what I say oh, Kayiyi, oh Kayiyi. Sure who cares when you are through? How do you know this? How do you know this? Well, then oh, Cocoa know thinks he is a grandpa again. He is jumping around. No Hobo and Poboe I think he means the same thing.

Q. (from Sergeant Conlon) - Who shot you?

A.- The boss himself.

Q.- He did?

A.- Yes, I don't know.

Q.- What did he shoot you for?

A.- I showed him boss; did you hear him meet me? An appointment. Appeal stuck. All right, mother.

Q.- Was it the boss shot you?

A.- Who shot me? No one.

Q.- We will help you.

A.- Will you help me up? O.K. I won't be such a big creep. Oh, mama. I can't go through with it, please. Oh, and then he clips me; come on. Cut that out, we don't owe a nickel; hold it; instead, hold it against him; I am a pretty good pretzler -Winifred- Department of Justice. I even got it from the department. Sir, please stop it. Say listen the last night!

(Statement by Sergeant Conlon) - Don't holler.

A.- I don't want to holler.

Q.- What did they shoot you for?

A.- I don't know, sir. Honestly I don't. I don't even know who was with me, honestly. I was in the toilet and when I reached the -the boy came at me.

Q.- The big fellow gave it to you?

A.- Yes, he gave it to me.

Q.- Do you know who this big fellow was?

A.- No. If he wanted to break the ring no, please I get a month. They did it. Come on. (A name, not clear) cut me off and says you are not to be the beneficiary of this will. Is that right? I will be checked and double-checked and please pull for me. Will you pull? How many good ones and how many bad ones? Please I had nothing with him he was a cowboy in one of the seven days a week fight. No business; no hangout; no friends; nothing; just what you pick up and what you need. I don't know who shot me. Don't put anyone near this check~ you might have -please do it for me. Let me get up. heh? In the olden days they waited and they waited. Please give me a shot. It is from the factory. Sure, that is a bad. Well, oh good ahead that happens for trying. I don't want harmony. I want harmony. Oh, mamma, mamma! Who give it to him? Who give it to him? Let me in the district -fire-factory that he was nowhere near. It smoldered No, no. There are only ten of us and there ten million fighting somewhere of you, so get your onions up and we will throw up the truce flag. Oh, please let me up. Please shift me. Police are here. Communistic...strike...baloney...honestly this is a habit I get; sometimes I give it and sometimes I don't. Oh, I am all in. That settles it. Are you sure? Please let me get in and eat. Let him harass himself to you and then bother you. Please don't ask me to go there. I don't want to. I still don't want him in the path. It is no use to stage a riot. The sidewalk was in trouble and the bears were in trouble and I broke it up. Please put me in that room. Please keep him in control. My gilt edged stuff and those dirty rats have tuned in. Please mother, don't tear, don't rip; that is something that shouldn't be spoken about. Please get me up, my friends. Please, look out. The shooting is a bit wild, and that kind of shooting saved a man's life. No payrolls. No wells. No coupons. That would be entirely out. Pardon me, I forgot I am plaintiff and not defendant. Look out. Look out for him. Please. He owed me money; he owes everyone money. Why can't he just pullout and give me control? Please, mother, you pick me up now. Please, you know me. No. Don't you scare me. My friends and I think I do a better job. Police are looking for you allover. Be instrumental in letting us know. They are English-men and they are a type I don't know who is best, they or us. Oh, sir, get the doll a roofing. You can play jacks and girls do that with a soft ball and do tricks with it. I take all events into consideration. No. No. And it is no. It is confused and its says no. A boy has never wept nor dashed a thousand kim. Did you hear me?

Q. (By Detective) - Who shot you?

A.- I don't know.

Q.- How many shots were fired?

A.- I don't know.

Q.- How many?

A.- Two thousand. Come one, get some money in that treasury. We need it. Come on, please get it. I can't tell you to. That is not what you have in the book. Oh, please warden. What am I going to do for money? Please put me up on my feet at once. You are a hard boiled man. Did you hear me? I would hear it, the Circuit Court would hear it, and the Supreme Court might hear it. If that ain't the pay-off. Please crack down on the Chinaman's friends and Hitler's commander. I am sore and I am going up and I am going to give you honey if I can. Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw you too fast.

Q. (By Detective) - What did the big fellow shoot you for?

A.- Him? John? Over a million, five million dollars.

Q.- You want to get well, don't you?

A.- Yes.

Q.- Then lie quiet.

A.- Yes, I will lie quiet.

Q.- John shot and we will take care of John.

A.- That is what caused the trouble. Look out. Please let me up. If you do this, you can go on and jump right here in the lake. I know who they are. They are French people. All right. Look out, look out. Oh, my memory is gone. A work relief police. Who gets it? I don't know and I don't want to know, but look out. It can be traced. He changed for the worse. Please look out; my fortunes have changed and come back and went back since that. It was desperate. I am wobbly. You ain't got nothing on him but you got it on his helper.

Q. (By detective ) - Control yourself.

A.- But I am dying.

(Statemnt by detective) - No, you are not.

A.- Come on, mama. All right, dear, you have to get it.

At this point, Schultz's wife, Frances, was brought to his bedside. She spoke.

(Statement by Mrs. Schultz) - This is Frances.

Schultz began to talk again, saying:

Then pull me out. I am half crazy. They won't let me get up. They dyed my shoes. Open those shoes. Give me something. I am so sick. Give me some water, the only thing that I want. Open this up and break it so I can touch you. Danny, please get me in the car.

At this point Mrs. Schultz left the room.

(Sergeant Conlon questioned Schultz again) - Who shot you?

A.- I don't know. I didn't even get a look. I don't know who can have done it. Anybody. Kindly take my shoes off. (He was told that they were off.) No. There is a handcuff on them. The Baron says these things. I know what I am doing here with my collection of papers. It isn't worth a nickel to two guys like you or me but to a collector it is worth a fortune. It is priceless. I am going to turn it over to... Turn you back to me, please Henry. I am so sick now. The police are getting many complaints. Look out. I want that G-note. Look out for Jimmy Valentine for he is an old pal of mine. Come on, come on, Jim. Ok, ok, I am all through. Can't do another thing. Look out mamma, look out for her. You can't beat him. Police, mamma, Helen, mother, please take me out. I will settle the indictment. Come on, open the soap duckets. The chimney sweeps. Talk to the sword. Shut up, you got a big mouth! Please help me up, Henry. Max, come over here. French-Canadian bean soup. I want to pay. Let them leave me alone.

Schultz sank into unconsciousness then. It was 6:40 P.M. He died less than two hours later, without saying anything else. Some say this is everything from the ravings of someone on the brink of death to poetry to secrets of the mob world. You be the judge.

#The source is only up via the Wayback Machine #dutch schultz #william s. burroughs

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[ BARBARA PALVIN, FEMALE ] is that MICHAELA “MIKKY” MIDDLETON from westmont high? i think that the EIGHTEEN year old is a JUNIOR. SHE is/are known to be ADAPTABLE but also SADISTICwhich is understandable since i heard they’re referred to as the THE LOVE WITCH. i bet they wouldn’t want anyone to know but SHE WAS (IS) A MEN KIDNAPPER.

DEATH TW, GORE TW, KIDNAPPING TW, SUICIDE TW, DEPRESSION TW.

Mikky was born the daughter of a high-ranking member of the marines and a beautiful woman that was part-time model and part-time assistant in a doll shop.

Her mother never seem to be… quite there. She was usually delusional about the reality and even when she wasn’t in photoshoots, she was posing or even if she wasn’t in the doll shop, she was talking to Mikky’s dolls; still, her husband and daughter loved her very much, but she spent too much time alone with her daughter due her husband’s job.

When Mikky was not at school, she was with her mother either playing with dolls in the shop or watching her take pictures in the studio.

Her mom, wishing more than anything for Mikky to be pretty and nice, liked to get her very weird doll dresses and the girl obviously loved playing along. Problem was that her mom also taught her that she could basically have everything ( and everyone ) she ever desired. Yeah, mom, go and raise a brat.

Eventually and obviously, so many games that slipped into the real life, started to shift Mikky’s mind as well, shoving her in the same pool of delusional thinking of his mother.

Everything reached a point in which the mother threatened a customer when they interrupted the mother and daughter playtime to buy something. She was fired and her husband was called over after the police arrived.

He FINALLY decided that his wife wasn’t okay and she was eventually given pills to keep her head on the ground. While the medicine, indeed, helped the woman be more normal, she was clearly not happy. She looked dull and sad, not enjoying to play games anymore.

Mikky devoted herself to recover her mother’s attention ( who by the way was in a happier mood when her dad was around ) but nothing aside of the man’s attention seemed to give her the desired happiness.

Blah blah time goes by like this, Mikky always dressing in an eccentric way to get her mother’s attention like when she was just a child, but one day, the mother commits suicide in Mikky’s doll room and in front of her. The sight wasn’t pretty ( won’t go int details ).

Can you tell this is what threw Mikky’s sanity overboard? Her father stayed with her from now on and they moved from Westmont to LA where Mikky, thanks to her appearance, grew up being happy and adored, completely blocking the traumatic event of her life.

Still, she grew used to attention, WHICH SHE CRAVED AND LOVED, she had many lovers, but just a few she was really interested in… most of them older men or men that could give her some sort of security ( most likely due the fact that her dad had to travel again and she needed to get a fatherly figure that could give her attention from somewhere else ).

Sometimes she would want a man or a boy very VERY badly and eventually, she would lead them to her place, where she would drug them and tie them. Mikky kept on showing them the same love and affection, but OBVS they weren’t happy to be there and the girl couldn’t really process rejection. Let’s say this eventually took her to get sadistic with them, trying to force them to love her and when they didn’t… well, sayonara.

This happened with three men and when she was discovered to be the culprit, her father pulled some strings so the case was seen as if she was trying to defend herself from the men ( she was underage back then ). Her father couldn’t allow himself to lose her the same way he lost his wife, so he’d rather pretend Mikky wasn’t a wacko rather than taking her straight into therapy.

They came back to Westmont to start from zero and Mikky couldn’t be happier to be back home, but in this case, they bought an old factory lot and turned it into a nice and industrial home, giving Mikky the chance of redecorating the whole place so it looked like home and to keep her busy somehow.

Her father probably didn’t consider that a factory is probably not the place where you would want a serial kidnapper and killer to hide tbh I mean, so many hideouts and rooms… are you fucking kidding me, Middleton Dad? But hey, he just wanted to make his princess happy and so, she called the shots.

So she just came back more than ready for Valentine’s Day ( oh no ) and misses her old childhood friends from Westmont!

Stats about her that are important but not so to be included in here bio:

She loves everything related to witchcraft, even though that’s not her base aesthetic, but she LOVES to brew love potions… one of them once had cyanide.

Yume and Yami Kawaii aesthetics. Put some pastels in that gore scene.

Also NEONS, she loves neon colors and everything that makes her stand out.

If she’s wearing all black/dark colors, uh-oh, move aside, bitchy witchy ain’t having it that day.

Doesn’t has pets, she is psychologically too unstable to take care of another living being.

Fashionista!

Can be an absolute sweetheart, but she will eat your heart, trust me.

Will totally sleep with your man (and maybe you too).

Wants to be friends with all girls ( DON’T TRUST HER ).

Cheerleader ( or wants to now that she’s back, the uniforms are so pretty! )

Always finds a way to get what she wants. ALWAYS.

Tbh not even my psycho boys would get near these girl ( maybe Robin, though, she could be good and fun to have on his side ).

Doesn’t understand levels of crisis/danger. If she sees someone in trouble after an accident or something, she really can’t process that what happened is a bad thing, that’s why she kidnaps and kills, she just can’t process it as a bad thing.

CONNECTIONS/PLOTS:

Childhood friends/CRUSH/acquaintances: She was the weird kid always dressing in weird doll dresses and with an uncanny white smile. Never got dirty while playing and just had a weird vibe. Either you choose your character and her were friends or not. She most likely liked a boy that now goes on Westmont.

Old crush: most likely rejected her when they were kids bc ew, girls and now she’s back on the game for either trying to win his heart again… or make him pay for the rejection.

Friends!: Even the weirdos deserve some ( toxic ) normality. Can she be part of a girl group pls pls pls? She has very idealized understanding of romance and friendship, borders into childish attitude and actually cannot picture someone NOT LIKING HER.

I DON’T KNOW GIRL IS VERSATILE SO HMU AND WE CAN PLOT MORE!!

#westmontintro #depression tw #gore tw #death tw #kidnapping tw #suicide tw

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Chet Baker Biography (Alchetron)

Chesney Henry “Chet” Baker Jr. (December 23, 1929 – May 13, 1988) was an American jazz trumpeter, flugelhornist, and vocalist.

Baker earned much attention and critical praise through the 1950s, particularly for albums featuring his vocals (Chet Baker Sings, It Could Happen to You). Jazz historian Dave Gelly described the promise of Baker's early career as "James Dean, Sinatra, and Bix, rolled into one." His well-publicized drug habit also drove his notoriety and fame; Baker was in and out of jail frequently before enjoying a career resurgence in the late 1970s and '80s.

Early days

Baker was born and raised in a musical household in Yale, Oklahoma; his father, Chesney Baker, Sr., was a professional guitar player, and his mother, Vera (née Moser), was a talented pianist who worked in a perfume factory. His maternal grandmother, Randi Moser, was Norwegian. Baker notes that due to the Great Depression, his father, though talented, had to quit as a musician and take a regular job. Baker began his musical career singing in a church choir. His father introduced him to brass instruments with a trombone, which was replaced with a trumpet when the trombone proved too large. His mother notes that Chet had begun to memorize tunes on the radio before he was even given an instrument and that after "falling in love" with the trumpet, he already developed noticeably within the first two weeks. Peers later described Baker as a "natural" musician, and that playing came effortlessly to him.

Baker received some musical education at Glendale Junior High School, but left school at the age of 16 in 1946 to join the United States Army. He was posted to Berlin, where he joined the 298th Army band. After leaving the army in 1948, he studied theory and harmony at El Camino College in Los Angeles. He dropped out in his second year, however, re-enlisting in the army in 1950. Baker became a member of the Sixth Army Band at the Presidio in San Francisco, and was soon spending time in San Francisco jazz clubs such as Bop City and the Black Hawk. In 1951, Baker once again obtained a discharge from the army to pursue a career as a professional musician.

Career breakthrough

Amongst Baker's earliest notable professional gigs were engagements with saxophonist Vido Musso's band, and also with tenor saxophonist Stan Getz, though he earned much more renown in 1952 when he was chosen by Charlie Parker to play with him for a series of West Coast engagements.

In 1952, Baker joined the Gerry Mulligan Quartet, which was an instant phenomenon. Several things made the Mulligan/Baker group special, the most prominent being the interplay between Mulligan's baritone sax and Baker's trumpet. Rather than playing identical melody lines in unison like bebop giants Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie did, the two would complement each other's playing with contrapuntal touches, and it often seemed as if they had telepathy in anticipating what the other was going to play next. The Quartet's version of "My Funny Valentine", featuring a Baker solo, was a hit, and became a tune with which Baker was intimately associated. With the Quartet, Baker was a regular performer at Los Angeles jazz clubs such as The Haig and the Tiffany Club.

The Quartet found success quickly, but lasted less than a year because of Mulligan's arrest and imprisonment on drug charges. Baker formed his own quartet with pianist and composer Russ Freeman in 1953, along with bassists Bob Whitlock, Carson Smith, Joe Mondragon, and Jimmy Bond and drummers Shelly Manne, Larry Bunker, and Bob Neel. The Chet Baker Quartet found success with their live sets, and they released a number of popular albums between 1953 and 1956. In 1953 and 1954, Baker won the Down Beat and Metronome magazines' Readers Jazz Polls, beating the era's two top trumpeters, Miles Davis and Clifford Brown. Down Beat readers also voted Baker as the top jazz vocalist in 1954. In 1956, Pacific Jazz released Chet Baker Sings, a record that increased his profile but alienated some traditional jazz critics; he would continue to sing throughout his career.

Baker's chiseled features led to an approach by Hollywood studios, and he made his acting debut in the film Hell's Horizon, released in the fall of 1955. He declined an offer of a studio contract, preferring life on the road as a musician. Over the next few years, Baker fronted his own combos, including a 1955 quintet featuring Francy Boland, where Baker combined playing trumpet and singing. In 1956 Chet Baker completed an eight-month tour of Europe, where he recorded Chet Baker In Europe.

He became an icon of the West Coast "cool school" of jazz, helped by his good looks and singing talent. One of Baker's 1956 recordings, released for the first time in its entirety in 1989 as The Route, with Art Pepper, helped further the West Coast jazz sound and became a staple of cool jazz.

Drug addiction and decline

Baker often said he began using heroin in 1957, resulting in an addiction that lasted the remainder of his life. But in Chet Baker, his life and music by author Jeroen de Valk, Russ Freeman and others state that he was on drugs from the early '50s on. Freeman was Baker's pianist and musical director for a few years after Baker had left Mulligan's quartet. At times, Baker pawned his instruments for money to maintain his drug habit. In the early 1960s, he served more than a year in prison in Italy on drug charges; he was later expelled from both West Germany and the United Kingdom for drug-related offenses. Baker was eventually deported from West Germany to the United States after running afoul of the law there a second time. He settled in Milpitas in northern California, where he played in San Jose and San Francisco between short jail terms served for prescription fraud.

In 1966, Baker was savagely beaten (allegedly while attempting to buy drugs) after a gig in The Trident restaurant in Sausalito, California, sustaining severe cuts on the lips and supposedly broken front teeth, which ruined his embouchure. He stated in the film Let's Get Lost that an acquaintance attempted to rob him one night but backed off, only to return the next night with a group of several men who chased him. He entered a car and became surrounded. Instead of rescuing him, the people inside the car pushed him back out onto the street, where the chase by his attackers continued, and subsequently he was beaten to the point that his teeth, never in good condition to begin with, were knocked out, leaving him without the ability to play his trumpet. He took odd jobs, among them pumping gas. In a 1980 interview he stated that he worked for a long time at a gas station, working 7 am to 11 pm until he came to the conclusion that he needed to find a way to return to his music. Meanwhile, he was fitted for dentures and worked on his embouchure. Three months later he got a gig in New York City. In Chet Baker, his life and music, biographer Jeroen de Valk writes that Baker only lost one part of one tooth at the aforement mentioned fight, kept on performing for a while - 'and initially not badly at all', until he was fitted with dentures a few years later.

During most of the '60s, Baker played flugelhorn and recorded music that could mostly be classified as West Coast jazz.

Comeback and later career

After developing a new embouchure resulting from dentures, Baker returned to the straight-ahead jazz that began his career. He relocated to New York City and began performing and recording again, including with guitarist Jim Hall. Later in the 1970s, Baker returned to Europe, where he was assisted by his friend Diane Vavra, who took care of his personal needs and otherwise helped him during his recording and performance dates.

From 1978 until his death in 1988, Baker resided and played almost exclusively in Europe, returning to the U.S. roughly once a year for a few performances. This was Baker's most prolific era as a recording artist. However, as his extensive output is strewn across numerous, mostly small European labels, none of these recordings ever reached a wider audience, even though many of them were well received by critics, who maintain that the period was one of Baker's most mature and rewarding. Of particular importance are Baker's quartet featuring the pianist Phil Markowitz (1978–80) and his trio with guitarist Philip Catherine and bassist Jean-Louis Rassinfosse (1983–85). He also toured with saxophonist Stan Getz during this period.

In 1983, British singer Elvis Costello, a longtime fan of Baker, hired the trumpeter to play a solo on his song "Shipbuilding" for the album Punch the Clock. The song exposed Baker's music to a new audience. Later, Baker often featured Costello's song "Almost Blue" (inspired by Baker's version of "The Thrill Is Gone") in his concert sets, and recorded the song for Let's Get Lost, a documentary film about his life.

In 1986, Chet Baker: Live at Ronnie Scott's London presents Baker in an intimate stage performance filmed with Elvis Costello and Van Morrison as he performs a set of standards and classics, including "Just Friends", "My Ideal", and "Shifting Down". Augmenting the music, Baker speaks one-on-one with friend and colleague Costello about his childhood, career, and struggle with drugs. Although Baker was not in great shape during the concert, the interview is highly informative.

The video material recorded by Japanese television during Baker's 1987 tour in Japan showed a man whose face looked much older than he was, but his trumpet playing was alert, lively and inspired. Baker recorded the live album Chet Baker in Tokyo with his quartet featuring pianist Harold Danko, bassist Hein Van de Geyn and drummer John Engels less than a year before his death, and it was released posthumously. Silent Nights, a recording of Christmas music, was recorded with Christopher Mason in New Orleans in 1986 and released in 1987.

Compositions

Baker's compositions included "Chetty's Lullaby", "Freeway", "Early Morning Mood", "Two a Day", "So Che Ti Perderò" ("I Know I Will Lose You"), "Il Mio Domani" ("My Tomorrow"), "Motivo Su Raggio Di Luna" ("Tune on a Moon Beam"), "The Route", "Skidadidlin'", "New Morning Blues", "Blue Gilles", "Dessert", and "Anticipated Blues".

Death

Early on May 13, 1988, Baker was found dead on the street below his hotel room in Amsterdam, with serious wounds to his head, apparently having fallen from the second floor window. Heroin and cocaine were found in his room and in his body. There was no evidence of a struggle, and the death was ruled an accident. A plaque outside the hotel memorializes him.

Baker is buried at the Inglewood Park Cemetery in Inglewood, California.

Legacy

Baker was photographed by William Claxton for his book Young Chet: The Young Chet Baker. An Academy Award-nominated 1988 documentary about Baker, Let's Get Lost, portrays him as a cultural icon of the 1950s, but juxtaposes this with his later image as a drug addict. The film, directed by fashion photographer Bruce Weber, was shot in black-and-white and includes a series of interviews with friends, family (including his three children by third wife Carol Baker), associates and women friends, interspersed with film from Baker's earlier life, and with interviews with Baker from his last years. In Chet Baker, his life and music, author De Valk and others critize the film for presenting Baker as a washed-up musician in his later years. The film was shot during a few weeks in the first half of 1987 and ignores later highlights such as the aforement Japanese concert.

The documentary Chet Baker, the last days (1989) by Dutch director Willem Ouwerkerk concentrates on his career as a musician.

Early 2018, the film My Foolish Heart by the production firm Pupkin Film (direction: Rolf van Eijk) will be shown in cinemas, featuring a.o. the Irish actor and musician Steve Wall.

Time after Time: The Chet Baker Project, written by playwright James O'Reilly, toured Canada in 2001 to much acclaim. The musical play Chet Baker – Speedball explores aspects of his life and music, and was premiered in London at the Oval House Theatre in February 2007, with further development of the script and performances leading to its revival at the 606 Club in the London Jazz Festival of November 2007.

Baker was reportedly the inspiration for the character Chad Bixby, played by Robert Wagner in the 1960 film All the Fine Young Cannibals. Another film, to be titled Prince of Cool, about Baker's life, was cancelled as of January 2008.

In 1991, singer-songwriter David Wilcox recorded the song "Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song" on his album Home Again, speculating on what might have been Baker's last thoughts before falling to his death. The song was later covered by k.d. lang as "My Old Addiction" on her 1997 album Drag. The song "Chet Baker", which appears on the 2007 CD Wally Page and Johnny Mulhern: Live at the Annesley House, by Irish folk singer-songwriter Wally Page, describes the end of Baker's life in Amsterdam.

Early 2016, trumpeter Edu Ninck Blok issued the CD Traces of Chesney / A tribute to Chet Baker (Silence! Records). Ninck Blok worked with Baker both on stage and in the recording studio, most notably when Baker guested with Ninck Blok’s Amstel Octet (The Amstel Octet & Chet Baker, Challenge Records). Both albums feature drummer and Baker veteran John Engels as well.

Jeroen de Valk has written a biography of Baker which is available in several languages: Chet Baker: His Life and Music is the English translation. Other biographies include James Gavin's Deep In A Dream—The Long Night of Chet Baker, and Matthew Ruddick's Funny Valentine. Baker's "lost memoirs" are available in the book As Though I Had Wings, which includes an introduction by Carol Baker.

He is portrayed by Ethan Hawke in the 2015 film Born to Be Blue. It is a reimagining of Baker's career in the late 1960s, when he is famous for both his music and his addiction, and he takes part in a movie about his life to boost his career.

The Australian electronica musician Nicholas James Murphy chose Chet Faker as his stage name, in order to pay homage to Chet Baker, who was a big influence for him.

João Gilberto, the Brazilian singer-songwriter who invented bossa nova reveals in Ruy Castro's book "Bossa Nova" that the inspiration for bossa's soft, whispery vocals came from Chet Baker's vocals.

Brazilian jazz pianist Eliane Elias dedicated her 2013 album I Thought About You to Chet Baker.

"My Little World", a song by the indie-pop band The Silly Pillows, references Chet Baker in its lyrics and concludes with a jazz-style reprise of the first verse in which the singer imitates Baker.

Honors

In 1987 Chet Baker was inducted into the Big Band and Jazz Hall of Fame.

In 1989 he was elected to Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame by that magazine's Critics Poll.

In 1991 he was inducted into the Oklahoma Jazz Hall of Fame.

In 2005 Oklahoma Governor Brad Henry and the Oklahoma House of Representatives proclaimed July 2 as "Chet Baker Day".

In 2007 Mayor of the City of Tulsa, Kathy Taylor, proclaimed December 23 as "Chet Baker Day".

On October 10, 2015, the inaugural Chet Baker Jazz Festival was held in Yale, Oklahoma, in his honor.

Filmography

(1955) Hell's Horizon, by Tom Gries: actor

(1959) Audace colpo dei soliti ignoti, by Nanni Loy: music

(1960) Howlers in the Dock, by Lucio Fulci: actor

(1963) Ore rubate ["stolen hours"], by Daniel Petrie: music

(1963) Tromba Fredda, by Enzo Nasso: actor and music

(1963) Le concerto de la peur, by José Bénazéraf: music

(1964) L'enfer dans la peau, by José Bénazéraf: music

(1964) Nudi per vivere, by Elio Petri, Giuliano Montaldo and Giulio Questi: music

(1988) Let's Get Lost, by Bruce Weber: music

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koagula · 7 years ago

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last night i literally had a dream WITHIN a dream that i made out with Mike Stoklasa...

or was about to anyways.

first I dreamt I was living in a convent (again) with my mom, sister, and aunt.

it was a stuffy environment, also a Catholic boarding school, overrun with goody-two shoe rich kids and cheerfully banal staff and clergy.

i felt stifled and by nightfall i was (as usual) pining for an ex-boyfriend and decided to go to sleep next to my mom and sis in order to avoid the urge to try and call him.

THEN I started dreaming within that dream, again not lucid at all that this was not real life.

in this incepted dream, I was like a journalist documentarian and I had traveled to Milwaukee to interview the Red Letter Media crew. I met up with Jay and Mike at Mike’s house, which was dilapidated and frankly depressing to look at. it was like a giant shack or factory shed. Mr. Plinkett’s house was apparently Mike’s actual home. (but it didn’t look like the set version, more like that was inspired by this real actual hovel)

Jay was only there briefly, we all three chatted and chuckled a bit in Mike’s deteriorating kitchen before Jay had to go do some work at the studio.

it wasn’t until Jay had left that I came to the startling realization that Mike’s sad decaying house was almost exactly the same as my grandparent’s home I grew up in all the way back in Dickinson, Texas.

same floorplan, similar decor and style, just falling apart.

I commented on this to Mike and he was like “oh, really?” then I wondered aloud if the two houses had been built from the same blueprint that was then licensed for use across America.

idk how but our conversation drifted towards him asking (probably jokingly) if I remembered where I was, I said “Milwaukee”, he said “okay, right, but what state?”

his tone was very playful and internally I felt so excited to interact so casually and closely with a creator I admired and was more than a little attracted to.

i quickly stated “Wisconsin! Hello Wisconsin!” jokingly memeing the line from the opening of That 70′s Show like the dumb doofy twenty-something girl I am. luckily Mike, perhaps as a more mature older guy interacting with an enthusiastic fangirl, was amused, maybe even charmed.

he said, “nope!” in that direct funny kind of way he often says it with a smile on Half In the Bag.

my head spinned, internally I reeled for a second.

no way, I thought, it has to be Wisconsin, omg am I an idiot??

“what!”, i said, “seriously?”

“yep!” again with that smirk, taking pleasure in fucking with me.

i hadn’t caught on though and just started laughing half amused, half nervous. I didn’t want to offend Mike! people shit on Milwaukee enough, and here I was apparently not even knowing what state I was in.

“oh my god, Mike I’m like seriously freaking out right now. tbh i’ve been fangirling so hard over you guys this whole time and now I’m seriously disrespecting Milwaukee!” i said with a smile, kinda in shock but Mike was obviously happy so I wasn’t too worried or upset at all.

Mike laughed and then casually and gently gripped my upper arms to jokingly calm me down, “you are but that’s okay, just guess again!”, making me laugh.

“uhh... Minnesota??” I knew it was up north in the Midwest for sure.

Mike looked down and chuckled, “no”, still holding my arms and making me internally swoon and clouding my normally quick thinking. I had a feeling he was using his physical touch to intentionally throw me off, I always thought Mike had a lot of swagger and perhaps a history of being a bruiser heartbreaker.

especially if you watch videos of him in his twenties, he’s very conventionally tall, dark, and handsome, plus he’s always been very charming while coming off as totally self-assured.

mentally floundering, i sputtered, “M-Michigan??”, to which Mike lifted his head, elated, saying “yes! yes! Michigan!”

we both laughed together, then as we quieted down we found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes, both feeling that magnetic pull to lean into the other.

however i then remembered that Mike had mentioned earlier that he secretly had a wife and a very young child (who weren’t at the house while I was there) that he had been keeping private for years and that they meant so much to him and he hoped RLM would get even more successful so he could buy a new house for them.

BUT then I became lucid to the fact that I was dreaming and that this wasn’t the real Mike, I was sleeping in a giant bed on the ledge of an apse in a convent, my view shifted out of my dream head, looking down on me dreaming.

so I said fuck it, shifted back into the Mike dream where he was waiting for me, floating in a shapeless but warm void. I visually took him in as he did the same to me, he’s so tall and thicc and hairy and sexy, I finally leaned in as he took me into his arms, our lips touched...

BUT THEN I WOKE UP

so yeah, i guess dream Mike Stoklasa is my Valentine this year lmao...

#mike #red letter media #delete later #...

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seraphichan · 8 years ago

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Thinking of You

This is my gift for @sayloni as part of @eruriweek‘s Secret Valentine event!

They gave me several wonderful prompts, but I decided to write the single dad!Levi has to deal with his annoying, young -- and, as we all know, very attractive -- neighbor!Erwin AU (featuring adorable daughter!Isabel).

I hope you enjoy! <3

Read below the cut or on AO3!

The day was balmy and bright, and absolutely perfect for doing laundry. Which is what Levi was in the middle of, taking his time to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the sunshine as he did it. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he and Isabel were to finally have their own house in the suburbs, even if the mortgage payments were hell. It got them away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

It was nice living here.

“You know they have machines for that now.”

Except for the neighbor.

Levi’s mood immediately went sour and he aggressively snapped the wrinkles out of the wet towel in his hands before hanging it over the line.

“Erwin,” Levi greeted tersely.

“Of course,” Erwin continued, oblivious to Levi’s annoyance, “the benefits of air drying your laundry are two-fold. Not only do you save money and energy, but the gradual exposure to local allergens will--”

For fucks sake, the kid never shut up.

Of course, Levi used the term kid loosely.

Erwin was only seven years younger than Levi himself. But he was a fortunate fuck. His parents, apparently, moved to Florida for retirement a few years ago, leaving Erwin the car, the house, the run of the family business, and what seemed like the whole damn world on a silver platter.

And Levi hated him for it.

“--get home?”

“Huh?”

“Isabel. Do you know when she’ll get home?”

“Soon I imagine.”

That was another thing Levi hated about Erwin. Everyone in the neighborhood thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

And so, unfortunately, did Isabel.

“Papa, I’m home!”

Speak of the devil.

“Welcome back, Iz--”

“Erwin!” she squealed, ignoring her father. She threw her backpack at Levi’s feet and ran over to the part of the fence Erwin was peering over.

Levi frowned and shook out another towel.

“Hello, Isabel.” Erwin smiled warmly at her. “Did you have a good day at school?”

“Uh huh!”

“What did you have for lunch?”

“Pizza!”

“Me too!”

Levi rolled his eyes, trying not to be bothered by how well Erwin got along with Isabel and failing.

They were still chatting when Levi hung the last towel over the line and heard the phone ring. He sighed and went to answer it, hoping it wasn’t work.

“Isabel, I have to go to work,” he announced when he went back into the yard, “so we have to find you a babysitter.”

“Whaaat?” she cried. “Why can’t I just stay home like I always do?”

“Because that’s too long to be by yourself,” he answered as he quickly pulled all the towels from the line and shoved them back in the laundry basket.

Isabel was only alone for about five hours when he worked third shift. He came home in time to wake her and send her to school, then he went to work first shift, getting home well before she did. True, he slept once he was sure she was home from school safe and had dinner prepared for her, so he wasn’t exactly watching her, but he was there in case she needed anything.

“Not fair,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning. She shuffled slowly behind him as he went to the house, determined to make this as hard on him as possible.

“Levi, if I may,” Erwin said.

Levi wanted to say ‘You may not’, but by the time he turned around to answer Erwin had already jumped the fence and was walking towards them.

Levi was going to have to invest in building a higher fence.

“Why don’t you let me watch Isabel?”

“No.”

Levi’s abrupt answer gave him pause, but it didn’t stop him from speaking again after a few moments.

“Please, if you let me watch Isabel she can stay home, an environment you know she will be safe in. And you already know me, so--”

Levi scoffed. “Just because you’re my neighbor.”

“I won’t charge.”

“She has homework.”

“Which I will make sure she does.”

“She hasn’t had dinner yet.”

“I know my way around a kitchen. Or at least a takeout menu,” he chuckled.

“I don’t think--”

“Please, papa, please?!”

Levi looked from his excited, bouncing daughter to the tall, smug asshole beaming down at him.

“Fine.”

+++++

Levi was exhausted.

After supervising second shift he had started immediately on his regular third shift hours. Thankfully they had let him go an hour early from that so he could at least attempt to get some extra rest before he had to be up and at the factory again for first shift. Levi just hoped the asshat that called off on second yesterday wouldn’t do so again today. He wasn’t sure if he could do another three shifts in a row without maiming himself on one of the machines.

Sighing, Levi pulled into the driveway - car parked crookedly but he didn’t have a single fuck to give to fix it - and trudged into the house. Everything was dark except for the light of the television coming from the family room.

Erwin had probably forgotten to turn it off before he went home.

Or so Levi thought, but to his surprise Erwin was still there, sacked out with his head resting on the back of the couch. It was two in the morning. Levi had told him he could leave at midnight once he was sure Isabel was asleep. So why was he still here?

He was about to shake Erwin awake and tell him to get out, but stopped himself when he saw Isabel curled up next to Erwin in her favorite blanket, snoring lightly as she slept.

Oh.

Levi ran his hand through his hair and scratched at his undercut. He supposed he could let them sleep for now. Isabel seemed comfortable. And Erwin, when he was quiet, was actually half decent to look at.

Levi eyes widened and he took a step back.

What the fuck?

He was definitely exhausted.

He must be if he was having those thoughts about this moron. Levi sighed as he turned off the television and went to the kitchen. He would brew himself some tea to unwind and get his head on straight. Then he would boot Erwin out.

It was only a few minutes until Levi had a cup of tea in his hand, blowing on the hot liquid so he can take a sip without burning his mouth.

“You’re back.”

So much for having that chance to unwind.

Levi turned and watched as Erwin walked into the kitchen yawning and running his hand through his messy hair.

“How was Isabel?” he asked, berating himself for how much effort it took not to look at where the bottom of Erwin’s shirt was riding up his torso.

“An absolute angel.”

Levi snorted. Of course she would be for Erwin.

“Well, thank you,” he dismissed, returning to his tea.

“Anytime,” Erwin said, lingering.

Levi raised an eyebrow at him. “Need something?”

“I was wondering…”

If Erwin expected to be paid after all Levi would gladly do it with a swift kick to his ass.

“...No, it’s nothing.”

“Okay?”

“Call me if you need anything, Levi,” Erwin said as he left.

Levi could have sworn he saw Erwin wink.

He was definitely, very exhausted.

+++++

He wasn’t the next time it happened, though. Or the time after that.

“There something wrong with your eye?” Levi asked Erwin a few weeks later after he had spent far too much time thinking about it.

“I’m sorry?” Erwin replied, looking up from the homework he was correcting.

It had become a regular thing for Erwin to come over and help Isabel with her homework. Erwin may have been an insufferable brat, but he was also a smart one, so Levi had grudgingly agreed to Erwin’s presence every afternoon. Homework help became staying for dinner, which became coming over to watch Isabel on those random days she had off from school, sitting at Levi’s kitchen table in a suit, one computer open on client documents and another right next to it for video chatting with said clients.

It was a series of developments which Levi had despised at first, but had since come to expect as a part of his day. It seemed that despite Erwin being a nuisance, Levi had grown fond of him.

Yet another thing he spent far too much time thinking about.

“Your one eye. It...twitches a lot.”

Erwin blinked at Levi, then smiled. “Only when I’m around you.”

He winked. This time Levi was sure of it.

And that made him start thinking all over again.

+++++

Thinking things like ‘Maybe I should just push him over a fucking cliff’ or ‘Do bears eat stupid blonde people?’

Because Erwin was a privileged, upstart shitstain, and Levi had momentarily forgotten. Erwin had managed to charm Levi just like he had the rest of the neighborhood. Which was probably why the loud music coming from Erwin’s house was still going well after midnight.

Levi growled as another wave of bass vibrated his bedroom.

Isabel was a heavy sleeper - nothing could wake her short of a firm shake by the shoulders or sudden bright light once she was out - but it wasn’t even the possibility of waking Isabel that ticked him off about this the most. Or that fact that he wasn’t getting any sleep himself. What really did it was that he was not as irritated with Erwin as he wanted to be, as he should be.

It was because he was exhausted. That was what Levi told himself as he got out of bed and shoved his feet in his slippers, crept downstairs and over to Erwin’s house.

But that was hardly a good excuse anymore.

When Levi got to Erwin’s door he didn’t bother knocking, it was unlocked so he just barged right in. He wove his way through the house, following the music to Erwin’s living room where he found Erwin and some friends loitering on the couches there.

“Levi!” Erwin shouted when he spotted him, sitting up from where he was lounging on the couch.

His friends echoed Levi’s name, lifting their cups at him. Bunch of idiots. He wasn’t there for them, though.

“Erwin, you’re--”

“Levi!” he shouted again, cutting him off. Erwin seemed happy to see him.

Levi couldn’t say the same.

He took in Erwin’s appearance. His hair was mussed, his cheeks were red, and Levi was pretty sure he was wearing his sweatpants inside out.

He was fucking sloshed.

“You’re too noisy,” he said after marching up to Erwin to make sure that Erwin could actually hear what he was saying, “can you at least--”

Before he could finish Erwin grabbed Levi’s arm and yanked him down so that he was sprawled on his back in Erwin’s lap.

Levi blinked up at him, bewildered.

“Leviii,” Erwin sing-songed, slopping beer out of the plastic cup in his hand. He smelled like a distillery.

Levi wrinkled his nose.

“You haven’t called me,” he said.

“Don’t need to. You’re always at my house.” Levi struggled to get up, but Erwin kept him pinned down with his arm across Levi’s chest.

It was pissing Levi off.

“You could still call,” Erwin pouted. “Oh, I like your slippers,” he said almost immediately after, smile brightening his face again.

“Hope you like them up your ass. That’s where I’m going to shove them if you don’t let go.”

Erwin laughed. Loudly.

“Not joking,” Levi said, struggling to get up again. “Erwin, let me--”

Erwin cut him off with a kiss, his lips soft and warm, but nauseating from the taste and smell of alcohol. It was this, and the chorus of ‘Ooohs!’ from his friends in the background, that brought Levi back from his shock.

He grabbed Erwin’s shoulders and pushed him away, glared at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Erwin continued to grin at him for a few moments before his alcohol addled brain caught up and the smile faded from his face.

“Levi, I--”

“Shut down the party or I call the fucking cops,” Levi spat, jabbing his finger into Erwin’s chest. He scrambled up, Erwin’s grip gone loose now, and started walking away.

“Wait, Le--”

Levi slammed the front door behind him and stomped home, face hot.

+++++

“Papa, whatcha thinking about?”

Levi jolted, hand moving away from where he had been absently touching his lips.

“Nothing.”

Isabel tilted her head. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Iz.”

She giggled and smiled, went back to coloring.

Levi returned his attention to the stove where he was cooking Isabel breakfast.

He definitely wasn’t thinking about anything. And even if he was, it definitely wasn’t Erwin, or his stupid face with his stupid eyebrows and his stupid blue eyes and his stupid lips.

Except he definitely was and he hadn’t stopped, the events of last night replaying in his head on a constant loop.

Had he been too hard on Erwin? He was just having fun. And it was a weekend, so Levi didn’t have to work today. He had plenty of time to catch up on his sleep - Isabel was always willing to take a nap with him after she watched her favorite cartoon.

No.

No. Levi shouldn’t make excuses for him. Erwin was an asshole. Levi always knew it. And the way he acted only a few hours ago proved it.

“--pa.”

And yet.

“Papa!”

Levi jumped.

“You’re gonna burn the bacon,” Isabel scolded him.

Levi cursed and removed the frying pan from the burner.

He definitely wasn’t thinking.

+++++

The doorbell rang just as Levi finished scrubbing the frying pan clean. Knowing full well who it was bound to be, he took his time drying the pan and putting it away before before moseying to the vestibule and answering the door.

“What?” he asked as he yanked it open.

“Good morning,” Erwin answered sheepishly.

As Levi thought, it was Erwin. He expected this. What he didn’t expect was the large bouquet of flowers he presented to Levi.

Was he fucking serious?

Levi opened his mouth to say something, but Isabel beat him to it.

“Wow, how pretty!” she squealed as she bounded down the stairs.

“Erwin brought you flowers, Iz, isn’t that nice?” Levi took the flowers out of Erwin’s hands and placed them in his daughter’s. “Why don’t you go put them in a vase, hm?”

“Okay!”

Levi waited until she scampered off to the kitchen before turning back to Erwin.

“Flowers? Really?”

“They seemed appropriate.”

Levi did all he could not to twirl his eyes.

“Levi, I’m sorry. Truly. I wasn’t thinking. Or, well, I was. Of you. I find that I like you very much.”

He stopped, cleared his throat like he expected Levi to say something. When Levi didn’t, he continued, cheeks gone pink.

“Not that that is any excuse for what I did. I understand how uncomfortable and unexpected that must have been for you, especially given the situation, especially if you are not of the...disposition to accept my advances, as inappropriate as they were. I’m very, deeply sorry,” he finished, eyes darting up and down between Levi’s face and the floor.

It was long-winded, and he used lots of fancy words, but Levi could tell Erwin was being sincere. He actually recognized that he fucked up and wanted to fix it.

Levi sighed. There was no staying mad at him it seemed.

“Alright,” he said.

It took Erwin a few moments to realize that was Levi's way of saying he accepted Erwin’s apology. Once he did his shoulders drooped in relief, but he still seemed upset by something.

Levi thought about what Erwin had said and did twirl his eyes that time. Big, dumb, blonde idiot.

He listened to make sure Isabel was still in the kitchen, then he closed the gap between him and Erwin, and pulled Erwin down by the front of his shirt to give him a quick kiss.

When Levi let him go Erwin looked surprised. “I thought--”

“It wasn't the kiss that pissed me off, it was how you initiated it. Consider this a redo.” Levi took a step back. “Now, are you coming in or what?”

A wide smile split Erwin's face.

“Yes, I think I am.”

#eruri #erurisecretvalentine #sayloni #snk fic #levi ackerman #erwin smith #isabel magnolia #modern au #single dad!levi #annoying but sexy neighbor!erwin #adorable!isabel #man i hope this is okay #i tried not to stress over it #keyword tried lmao

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breziarchive · 8 years ago

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I'd like to request some Ulumi! Fluff or angst, either one is good. ^__^ Thanks!

valentine’s day boogaloo - guidelines

“Yumi…!”

There were marks in the dust on the factory floor from where he had scampered away trailing all the way to where he was, backed up against a cold metal support beam. He was sweaty, scuffed, and a little messy, but he was alright, and she was alright too. She knelt down, that small wry smile on her face, the one he always saw when she was around him.

“You’re alright?” Ulrich asked despite the evidence. The smile grew.

“Yeah. By the skin of my teeth, but no broken bones.”

Ulrich still stared at her, wide-eyed and afraid. She cocked her head, studying him in confusion.

“Hey, it’s alright. Aelita deactivated the tower, I didn’t think there was a need for a return trip. I just wanted to see if you were alright too–you know, just in case.”

Ulrich tried to breathe, but his chest wouldn’t deflate. Yumi shifted closer to him out of worry. She reached forward to part his hair and check his temperature, but before she could Ulrich wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Yumi gasped in surprise, but soon relaxed as he finally exhaled into her shoulder.

He, however, still couldn’t relax. Heart beating fast and eyes hyper-focused on the floor at their feet, he eased the hand that was at her shoulder to the back of her neck and he pinched. Hard.

“Owch!” Yumi flinched and pulled away from him, “Jesus, Ulrich!”

Despite her harsh reaction, Ulrich relaxed considerably, the fear in his eyes melting away to awe, adoration, and a touch of sheepishness. She huffed, halfway to annoyed, but once she closed her eyes and opened them she had already forgiven him. After all, he hadn’t done it without reason. A harsh blow or pinch to the nervous system ‘mainframe’, as Jeremie called it, would interrupt and cause a program to glitch or stutter, revealing if it was one of XANA’s spectres imitating human form and anatomy or not.

Or just incredibly annoy and exasperate the person you pinched. Ulrich had already lost track of the times he and Odd had pinched Sissi just to make sure that her horrendous demands weren’t XANA’s doing. Ulrich was starting to worry she’d go to her father about it soon and then he and Odd wouldn’t be able to get out of the mess she’d build for them–not that she’d be wrong to do so, but Jeremie needed to think of a better surefire way to tell if someone’s a spectre or not.

“Better, now?” Yumi asked, a bit sarcastic, “I told you the tower was deactivated.”

Ulrich didn’t answer. That is to say, he barely even heard her since he was still staring. How many times had it been over the last four years? Times that they narrowly escaped, or times that they didn’t really escape, just had some deus ex machina save them by, what did Yumi say? By the skin of their teeth. And Ulrich wasn’t even taking into account the others and all the times they had nearly been lost–just him and Yumi. He had grown taller, she had grown fiercer, but still they kept having these close encounters. Yumi’s wry smile came back as she placed a hand on his shoulder–well, rather, the slope of his neck leading to his shoulder. He tried not to shudder.

“Hey, c’mere,”

She gently pulled him close and he finally closed his eyes to relax in her hold. Her hand moved from where it was to the back of his head in his hair, then down to his neck and–

“Gah!” Ulrich cried, yanking himself away too harshly and slamming into the metal beam behind him. Yumi withdrew the fingers that had pinched him and smiled sympathetically.

“You were staring!” Yumi explained, trying not to laugh in both relief and at him, “You were staring at me and you weren’t blinking, what was I supposed to think?”

Ulrich rubbed the back of his neck ruefully, quietly complaining with a low ow before looking to her again, “Yeah, I guess…,”

“Everything alright?” Yumi asked, “You’re a little quiet. Moreso than usual.” She raised her eyebrows at him to punctuate the end of her sentence with an unspoken ‘Especially around me.’

“Y-Yeah no,” Ulrich desperately tried to regain himself in front of her as if that moment hadn’t just happened, “Everything’s fine. Are they waiting for us?”

Yumi still kept her eyebrows raised, knowing that he was just trying to patch up and throw away everything so he wouldn’t have to think or confront it. He had done it many times before, sometimes it was annoying, sometimes weirdly endearing, sometimes it genuinely worried her. This time it seemed almost like a given, but she wouldn’t push or pull him. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them, forcing stuff out into the open. Yumi sighed as he pulled his legs towards him, preparing to get up, which urged her to follow suit. Maybe later. That’s what she always told herself, full well knowing it wouldn’t happen later. Maybe later.

“Yumi, w-wait,” Ulrich grabbed her by the elbow, stopping her mid-motion, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I…yeah?” she said, confused, “You gonna pinch me again?”

“N-no, just…,” Just making sure. Just asked. Just wanted to know. It was a close call again, huh? Hey Yumi, how many close calls do you think we’ll have before XANA’s finally in his grave? Hey Yumi, aren’t you sick and tired of almost dying all the time? Hey Yumi, are you…tired of this? Hey Yumi, I know what you said and I respect it I really do I just want you to know something because at this point it feels like I’m lying to you and I don’t want to lie to you Yumi you’re my best friend you’re so important to me and I just–

Just making sure.

No. Screw this.

Ulrich’s words died in his throat, again, but his arms spoke for him. Reaching for her he pulled her tight, close, back onto the floor in a firm, desperate grip in which he didn’t pinch her this time. One arm reached up and threaded his hand through her hair, the other wrapped around her shoulders to keep her close. Burying himself between her hair and the side of her neck, the words finally spilled out in pathetic mumbles that could almost be called whimpers.

“I love you,” his fingers gripped tighter upon the realization of what he just said, “I l-love you Yumi.”

At first she had gasped at the embrace, wriggling in confusion before settling into his hold. Then she grew quiet, extremely quiet, and extremely still. Ulrich kept his hold on her, full well knowing that if he loosened up at all he’d start to tremble. But as time went on and she remained silent his pounding heart started to scream and batter against his ribcage, throwing itself into an absolute panic. His hands dropped to her upper arms, gripping them tightly still, and he pulled away, scrunching his eyes shut as he dipped his head in shame. Her lips became aligned with his hairline as his stuttering breaths hit her collarbone. He breathed, in, somewhat out, more in, all out, barely in, all out.

She still wasn’t responding. Ulrich tilted his face, parallel to her body, eyes wincing as he decided to try and put the words in his head to his mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I just–I know what you said, about being friends. I don’t want to break that. I really don’t want to break that, you–you’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose you,” Pause for stuttering breath, “R-Really I don’t…,”

She swallowed as if she was going to speak, but she didn’t. Ulrich licked his lips with a tongue that was suddenly cold from anxiety, and forced himself to continue.

“I just…don’t want to lie to you.”

“What…,” she finally spoke, barely above a whisper.

“It just felt like lying to you. And I don’t…I don’t want to do that. Yumi…I don’t want to hurt you…,”

And he and all his friends knew just how much a lie could damage things.

“W-Wait,” She finally broke after a while, far past what Ulrich would categorize as an agonizing silence, “Wait, Ulrich, I don’t understand–why–no, how, wh–why do you think it’s lying? I–,”

She paused, allowed her brain to scatter, recollect, reform. She inhaled, held it though Ulrich was terrified of the outcome, and exhaled. Yumi looked at him, or what she could see without moving, anyways. Brown hair. Hunched shoulders. The lithe body of a young boy who had already been through too much. She knew he could look at her and draw the same conclusion, give and take a few different physical traits.

And you know what, his words were starting to make sense.

“Okay…,” her voice lowered in pitch, becoming soft, “Okay, I get it. You don’t have to explain.”

Her hands moved up to embrace him in kind as she pressed her lips just beneath his hairline, scrunching her nose as his hair tickled her.

“It’s okay, Ulrich,” she murmured as she slowly brought him back up so he wasn’t so hunched and terrible before her. She planted another kiss between his eyes, causing them to open with too many emotions to rightly name. Another, as he righted himself, at the tip of his nose. For some reason she couldn’t look at him in the eyes, only staring at what was directly in front of her.

“I get it. Yeah, I get it.”

She kissed his lips.

It took him a few seconds to break and kiss back, causing her to smile again as his hands relaxed and moved to her back while hers moved to cup his face.

“H-Hey,” he pulled away and breathed across her hair, “Didn’t you say the others were ah, were waiting?”

“They are,” she confirmed, trying not to think about it too hard.

“Um…,” he swallowed air, trying not to feel silly, “Wanna send them a text?”

“You know how Jeremie gets when we do that instead of showing up,” Yumi replied, but before Ulrich could sink back and sullenly agree she pushed her cheek up against his jaw, turning ever so slightly to give him a peck on the throat.

“He’ll deal with it. We can go, though. So long as it’s later.”

Ulrich couldn’t believe he was smiling but he was, and he agreed, “Maybe later.”

#code lyoko #ulumi #ulrich stern #yumi ishiyama #IT ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE IT #BUT IT MADE IT #IN TERMS OF BEING LIKE SOMEWHAT FUCKING FLUFFY #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #valentine's day boogaloo

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bog-dylan-blog · 6 years ago

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we started talking in the fall of 2015. it was on twitter, your friend recommended you follow me because i was “funny.” you started messaging me, and soon we were texting almost everyday. i had a feeling that you might have liked me, but i was talking to someone else at the time. that ended up going nowhere, and really just made me more afraid to pursue a relationship than i already was.

you became one of the only people i talked to. even though sometimes i was dry and, honestly, an asshole, i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t miss it when we didn’t talk. we had so much in common, and you always cheered me up when i was having a bad day. we always were on and off taking, i should have made a move but i was scared.

then, i fucked up. you were supposed to come to one of my bands shows, but i didn’t know that it was 19+. you ended up having to leave, and i was so embarrassed and ashamed of what i did that i couldn’t say anything to you.

a month goes by, and i learn that you’re dating one of my friends. well, “friend”, i guess. that was when i knew i really fucked up, i sent you an apology. we didn’t talk until a month later when you guys broke up (the best day of my life).

after that, it was just like it was before, but so much better. we texted every day, snapchatted, sent each other memes, and we really got to know each other. i always thought you were beautiful, but now i could see you were perfect. you were all i could think about, and i knew i was falling for you hard. i went from being a sad loner with one friend and a shitty band to someone that had a reason to get up in the morning that wasn’t just because i had to work. we met irl for the first time on october 12th, and by devil’s night we were dating.

the first day we met, we spent the whole night walking around the neighbourhood and talking. you were so nervous at first, you asked me if the big digital clock on your school was counting down. i was nervous, too. i couldn’t believe that someone so amazing was interested in someone like me. i never wanted that night to end, thinking about it got me through a lot of bad days.

i’d bus over to where you worked, and then we’d bus back home. you were the only reason i wanted to get my licence. you were afraid to eat in front of me at first, but i made sure that you did. i always wanted to make sure that you were okay and comfortable.

i remember walking you home each night, and how badly i wanted to kiss you. the first time i went for it, i ended up patting your back instead (you could never let that go could you? goof). i loved the shyness, and the tenderness. i was always calm yet so scared at the same time. the first time i kissed you we were watching the ring, i turned to you and i kissed you so hard you fell onto my bed. i knew i was in love with you. everything felt so light and pure and good.

your parents didn’t like me that much, but i wouldn’t let it get in the way of us. i knew they’d come around eventually, and i was more than willing to wait forever if i had to. you were more than worth it. perseverance won, and soon i was allowed to come hang out at your house. it took some time, but i loved being around your pets and drinking coffee in your living room while your mom complained about the stupid stuff she had to do for work.

you quit your retail job, and started working nights at the factory. they were only four hour shifts, but it felt like i had to wait forever to see you (school during the day, work at night). it was well worth the wait, tho. you always managed to make my bad days better.

winter came, that was when we first said “i love you.” i was afraid to say it at first, because i didn’t want to get rejected or pressure you to say something that wasn’t true, but you said it back and i knew that you meant it. our friends became friends, and we brought in the new year together. i’d never been so happy in my entire life. we celebrated christmas by ourselves, because we knew we wouldn’t be able to see each other during the actual holiday. you came over on boxing day, though, and my entire family loved you. we celebrated valentine’s day like any other cheesy couple, and it was fucking awesome.

spring came around, which meant it was almost time for you to graduate high school. you were nervous, and having a lot of problems with your (kinda shitty) friends. they made you feel left out, and i fucking hated it. your birthday came around, and i just wanted to give you everything. we went mini-putting and had a small party at my house. with your family, we celebrated yours and your brother’s birthdays together. i knew they’d come around.

i took you to your prom. you looked so beautiful. i’d been to two prior to this (my own and my friend’s), but this was the first time it felt significant to me. i danced like an idiot, and probably embarrassed you, but we had so much fun. we were going to go to the after party, but your shitty friends ditched you so we went back to my house. i washed your make up off, made you tea, got you out of your dress, and we spent the night together. this was the first time you ever slept over, we told your mom you were sleeping at a friend’s house. the next day, i made you breakfast in bed and then i had to drop you off in a spot where your mom wouldn’t see me. worth it.

i didn’t go to your graduation, i wish i did. i bought you a cactus that you killed but i hope you kept the pot. you went out with your friends because i had to work the next day. i was so proud of you.

that summer i quit my full-time job, because i wanted to spend as much time with you as a could, and also because i needed to start getting ready to move away to school. that summer was the best summer of my entire life. all the walks along the beach, drive-in dates, the camping trip; it’s everything i ever wanted. you were anxious about me leaving and it broke my heart, but i promised that we would make it work.

i was gone for a month, and then the college strike started. i was stuck in limbo for a month, but at least i was home with you. we’d spend every night together, and i was home for our anniversary. having to go back again killed me, because i never wanted to hurt you. i hated how isolated you felt when i wasn’t home, and i hated that i got so busy that we couldn’t talk as much as i would have liked to. i came home every weekend, because the thought of having to wait to see you made me sick with anxiety.

you didn’t want me to go away again. i decided not to.

christmas was amazing. i got to go with you to your uncle’s house, and we spent the day singing karaoke in the basement. i loved every minute of it. i was finally feeling like a part of your family, and i really liked that feeling.

i couldn’t come home for valentine’s day, and i’m sorry. we celebrated on the weekend, but i know that isn’t what your really wanted.

school ended, and i came home. you made some new friends, and i could feel you slipping away from me. the fighting broke my heart; i just wanted to everything i could to make you happy but nothing i ever did felt right.

we broke up on july 7th, the day before i left for windsor. i haven’t felt real happiness since then. it’s not your fault, i just don’t know how to be without you next to me. i don’t know what to do with my hands. i dream about you every night; it usually results in me waking up in tears and sweats and panic attacks. i wish i could have had another chance to hold you and to tell you how much i love you. i wish i spent more time with you. i wish you knew how much i love you. i’m sorry.

i’m sorry for making you feel so alone, sometimes. i would get so caught up in my own head and my fear of you leaving that i would shut down. my love for you never wavered and it never faded. even now i love you as much as i did the first time i kissed you. i know you don’t feel the same anymore, and that’s okay, i just want you to know i’m always going to be here for you. you’re going to do amazing things.

i wish i could talk to you, just like an old friend. i wish you could look at me. i wish i could look at you without feeling like my heart is going to fly out of my throat. i wish i could have been the one to love you forever. i guess i will, just without you around. i wish we could have gotten that apartment in the city with your cat.

i’m sorry for the way things ended. i’m sorry for all the nights i break down and text you. i don’t want to be so weak. i love you but you’re confused, or maybe you just fell out of love. it’s nobody’s fault, these things happen. it fucking sucks, but i’m not going to stand in your way.

i’ll love you forever, honey bee.

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Jeffrey Herlings and Jorge Prado Finish Strong in France

The 2018 MXGP of France has concluded at the beautiful Saint Jean d’Angely circuit where Red Bull KTM Factory Racing’s Jeffrey Herlings and Jorge Prado stole the show and the overall wins.

The whole weekend from Saturday morning until the final podium on Sunday, French fans filled the hillsides and watched the best riders of the FIM Motocross World Championship. An overnight storm naturally watered the track for today and even if it was soft in the morning it later developed into prime conditions. The occasional air horns and gas powered noise makers were drowned out by even louder cheers from the thousands of spectators.

MXGP MXGP Race 1 was off to an interesting start when Red Bull KTM Factory Racing’s Jeffrey Herlings used his first gate pick to line up on the far outside. The gamble however payed off as the harder packed dirt gave him a head start and a massive Fox Holeshot. Herlings lead only grew as he put in fast lap after fast lap.

Crossing the line second in what was easily his best start of the season was Standing Construct KTM’s Valentin Guillod who was followed by another Swiss rider, Wilvo Yamaha MXGP Official Team’s Jeremy Seewer.

However by the end of the first lap Monster Energy Kawasaki Racing Team’s Clement Desalle, along with Red Bull KTM Factory Racing’s Glenn Coldenhoff and Antonio Cairoli, had made it around the Swiss duo.

Desalle then latched onto the speed of Herlings while Coldenhoff fought Cairoli to stay in the top 3. Cairoli was throwing everything at Coldenhoff from different rhythms to the inside of a corner on one lap and to the outside on the next. For 9 laps Cairoli tried to get past Coldenhoff before finally making into third. All the while Herlings pulled away from Desalle.

Slightly further back Seewer was 5th ahead of Monster Energy Yamaha Factory MXGP’s Romain Febvre. On lap 13 of 17 total Febvre was passed by Team HRC’s Tim Gajser who was on a late charge. Gajser was 8th on lap 2, but after his pass on Febvre he was in a rhythm and carried on to pass Seewer and Coldenhoff finishing 4th behind Herlings, Desalle, and Cairoli.

At the start of Race 2 Herlings tried for another Fox Holeshot but had no such luck and was outside the top 5 in the first corner while Cairoli led Seewer over the line. Gajser massed Seewer on the opening lap as Herlings made several quick passes to get into 4th.

By the end of lap 2 Herlings was third but Cairoli and Gajser had already started to pull away. The French fans were on their feet as Rockstar Energy Husqvarna Factory Racing’s Gautier Paulin moved from 5th to 4th with a pass on Seewer.

3 laps later the home crowd was again yelling because Febvre was alongside Seewer. At the halfway point Herlings made a pass on Gajser stick for second and looked forward to Cairoli in the lead. At the same time the French favorites, Paulin and Febvre, where in a battle for 4th. Febvre tried taking the spot in the first turn just past pit lane and on his second attempt in 2 laps made it happen.

At the front Cairoli’s lead was gone and Herlings made a pass at the top of the uphill with just over 4 laps to go. Cairoli was unable to counter and settled for 2nd with Gajser taking 3rd, Febvre 4th, and Paulin 5th. For the overall podium Herlings stood on the top step ahead of Cairoli, and Gajser.

Desalle missed the podium by just 1 point and was the lone Monster Energy Kawasaki rider in the race today since Julien Lieber opted not to start following his crash from Matterley Basin last week.

Jeffrey Herlings: “It was a really good weekend, I had pole position yesterday and I got a good FOX Holeshot in the first race and I managed to lead the whole race, do my own thing and get the win. In the second race I really had to work for it, I messed up the start and I had to work my way up from around tenth place. It was a good weekend and I’m looking forward to Ottobiano, it is one of my favorite tracks.”

Antonio Cairoli: “I feel good but for sure this week was not one of the best. Jeffrey is very fast at the moment so you can not really rest and you always need to be on the pace. I took second which is ok but for sure we will work and want to be more competitive for the whole race and this is what we will try to do.”

Tim Gajser: “I’m happy with the results and the whole day, yesterday I was struggling a little but today the track was more technical with many ruts so I liked it. I want to work hard, I will go home and work even harder, next week is Ottobiano and I will give my best there as well.”

MXGP Race 1 Top Ten: 1. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), 34:05.232; 2. Clement Desalle (BEL, Kawasaki), +0:05.660; 3. Antonio Cairoli (ITA, KTM), +0:06.322; 4. Tim Gajser (SLO, Honda), +0:27.283; 5. Glenn Coldenhoff (NED, KTM), +0:28.840; 6. Jeremy Seewer (SUI, Yamaha), +0:29.420; 7. Romain Febvre (FRA, Yamaha), +0:31.420; 8. Gautier Paulin (FRA, Husqvarna), +1:03.975; 9. Evgeny Bobryshev (RUS, Suzuki), +1:14.751; 10. Valentin Guillod (SUI, KTM), +1:16.726.

MXGP Race 2 Top Ten: 1. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), 34:38.032; 2. Antonio Cairoli (ITA, KTM), +0:08.838; 3. Tim Gajser (SLO, Honda), +0:40.401; 4. Romain Febvre (FRA, Yamaha), +0:49.798; 5. Gautier Paulin (FRA, Husqvarna), +0:52.800; 6. Clement Desalle (BEL, Kawasaki), +0:55.315; 7. Glenn Coldenhoff (NED, KTM), +0:56.529; 8. Jeremy Seewer (SUI, Yamaha), +0:56.531; 9. Evgeny Bobryshev (RUS, Suzuki), +1:16.573; 10. Ivo Monticelli (ITA, Yamaha), +1:17.441.

MXGP Overall Top Ten: 1. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), 50 points; 2. Antonio Cairoli (ITA, KTM), 42 p.; 3. Tim Gajser (SLO, HON), 38 p.; 4. Clement Desalle (BEL, KAW), 37 p.; 5. Romain Febvre (FRA, YAM), 32 p.; 6. Glenn Coldenhoff (NED, KTM), 30 p.; 7. Gautier Paulin (FRA, HUS), 29 p.; 8. Jeremy Seewer (SUI, YAM), 28 p.; 9. Evgeny Bobryshev (RUS, SUZ), 24 p.; 10. Shaun Simpson (GBR, YAM), 18 p.

MXGP Championship Top Ten: 1. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), 486 points; 2. Antonio Cairoli (ITA, KTM), 424 p.; 3. Clement Desalle (BEL, KAW), 351 p.; 4. Romain Febvre (FRA, YAM), 323 p.; 5. Gautier Paulin (FRA, HUS), 296 p.; 6. Tim Gajser (SLO, HON), 295 p.; 7. Glenn Coldenhoff (NED, KTM), 267 p.; 8. Jeremy Seewer (SUI, YAM), 226 p.; 9. Jeremy Van Horebeek (BEL, YAM), 219 p.; 10. Maximilian Nagl (GER, TM), 177 p.

MXGP Manufacturers: 1. KTM, 497 points; 2. Kawasaki, 362 p.; 3. Yamaha, 347 p.; 4. Husqvarna, 312 p.; 5. Honda, 310 p.; 6. TM, 177 p.; 7. Suzuki, 163 p.

MX2 MX2 Race 1 started with a rarely seen FOX Holeshot from Rockstar Energy Husqvarna Factory Racing’s Thomas Covington ahead of STC Racing Husqvarna’s Henry Jacobi. The usual MX2 holeshot king, Red Bull KTM Factory Racing’s Jorge Prado, was third while points leader and Red Bull KTM Factory Racing rider Pauls Jonass was back in 10th.

Several positions were shifted in the opening lap with Prado falling as and Jacobi losing spots to Rockstar Energy Husqvarna Factory Racing’s Thomas Kjer Olsen and Jonass. Prado’s crash dropped him to eighth but he rebounded quickly gaining 3 positions on lap 2.

Jonass meanwhile was battling with Jacobi for 3rd and the pressure of Prado closing pushed him back around the German. Prado then made a pass on Jacobi 2 laps later. Prado then had his sights set on Jonass and after chasing his teammate for laps took an outside line which then turned to the inside allowing him to push past.

Next to challenge Jacobi was Kemea Yamaha Official MX2 team’s Jago Geerts and Honda 114 Motorsport’s Hunter Lawrence. Lawrence went down on the start and was charging back to the front from 17th. Geerts passed Jacobi on lap 11 and 2 laps after Jacobi fell which helped Lawrence into 6th.

For the start of Race 2 Jonass returned to the front of the field but only until he fell on the first half of the opening lap. Jonass completed the first official lap in 17th while Prado pulled away from Geerts in the lead.

Yamaha SM Action – M.C. Migliori’s newly signed rider, Michele Cervellin, was 3rd the first laps before Olsen jumped past on a charge where he gained 3 positions in one lap. Cervellin also lost a spot to Covington and Team HRC’s Calvin Vlaanderen.

Pauls Jonass was on a mission to salvage points and did so climbing up the standings from 17th to 6th with his pass on Cervellin during lap 13. Kemea Yamaha Official MX2 Team’s Ben Watson was also fighting his way through the field and finished 7th.

When the checkered flag came out Prado took the win over Geerts and Covington who found his way past Olsen. On the overall podium Prado and Covington tied in points but the victory went to the Spaniard with his better performance in race 2. Olsen rounded out the podium making it the first time the Rockstar Energy Husqvarna Factory Racing team had both riders in the top 3.

Jorge Prado: “I was really happy with the riding, I didn’t expect to ride so well in these conditions. The second race was just perfect, it is a shame the Pauls crashed in the first lap, but it was good for me after I took the lead and got the win.”

Thomas Covington: “Overall it was a really good weekend for me, I have been struggling the first half of the season so it is good to get some consistent races in a weekend. I felt really strong, especially at the end, I really found my rhythm.”

Thomas Kjer Olsen: “It was a really good weekend for the team, I am happy for the team and for myself. I am really happy that I was able to pull off a 2-4 this weekend. I was able to be aggressive in the first few laps and I’m happy to be on the podium.”

Pauls Jonass: “It is not the best result, I lost some points in the championship but it is a long season so I’m not worried about that and I’m already looking forward to next weekend.”

MX2 Race 1 Top Ten: 1. Thomas Covington (USA, Husqvarna), 35:58.425; 2. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, Husqvarna), +0:03.573; 3. Jorge Prado (ESP, KTM), +0:05.910; 4. Pauls Jonass (LAT, KTM), +0:11.808; 5. Jago Geerts (BEL, Yamaha), +0:15.171; 6. Hunter Lawrence (AUS, Honda), +0:31.713; 7. Conrad Mewse (GBR, KTM), +0:57.033; 8. Michele Cervellin (ITA, Yamaha), +1:00.917; 9. Ben Watson (GBR, Yamaha), +1:03.209; 10. Davy Pootjes (NED, KTM), +1:09.790.

MX2 Race 2 Top Ten: 1. Jorge Prado (ESP, KTM), 34:19.853; 2. Jago Geerts (BEL, Yamaha), +0:03.163; 3. Thomas Covington (USA, Husqvarna), +0:05.751; 4. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, Husqvarna), +0:12.352; 5. Calvin Vlaanderen (RSA, Honda), +0:18.444; 6. Pauls Jonass (LAT, KTM), +0:22.634; 7. Ben Watson (GBR, Yamaha), +0:23.243; 8. Michele Cervellin (ITA, Yamaha), +0:34.681; 9. Conrad Mewse (GBR, KTM), +0:35.047; 10. Stephen Rubini (FRA, KTM), +0:47.071.

MX2 Overall Top Ten: 1. Jorge Prado (ESP, KTM), 45 points; 2. Thomas Covington (USA, HUS), 45 p.; 3. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, HUS), 40 p.; 4. Jago Geerts (BEL, YAM), 38 p.; 5. Pauls Jonass (LAT, KTM), 33 p.; 6. Ben Watson (GBR, YAM), 26 p.; 7. Michele Cervellin (ITA, YAM), 26 p.; 8. Conrad Mewse (GBR, KTM), 26 p.; 9. Calvin Vlaanderen (RSA, HON), 25 p.; 10. Hunter Lawrence (AUS, HON), 23 p.

MX2 Championship Top Ten: 1. Pauls Jonass (LAT, KTM), 434 points; 2. Jorge Prado (ESP, KTM), 418 p.; 3. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, HUS), 328 p.; 4. Ben Watson (GBR, YAM), 305 p.; 5. Calvin Vlaanderen (RSA, HON), 259 p.; 6. Jago Geerts (BEL, YAM), 217 p.; 7. Jed Beaton (AUS, KAW), 216 p.; 8. Thomas Covington (USA, HUS), 211 p.; 9. Henry Jacobi (GER, HUS), 187 p.; 10. Michele Cervellin (ITA, YAM), 187 p.

MX2 Manufacturers: 1. KTM, 489 points; 2. Husqvarna, 401 p.; 3. Yamaha, 339 p.; 4. Honda, 327 p.; 5. Kawasaki, 265 p.; 6. TM, 114 p.

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Two Sons Restored their Late Father’s 1972 Cutlass in his Honor.

This Radiant Green ‘72 Cutlass was originally ordered by a father and is now owned by his sons, and serves as their tribute to him.

Look up the word “Cutlass” in a dictionary and you’ll find it defined as a short curved sword most commonly associated with sailors or pirates. Some of the earliest examples are quite elaborate, which adds desirability amongst antique collectors. And those with some sort of historical significance, whether tied to a person or an event, are even more coveted.

Before you is a different type of Cutlass—one made by Oldsmobile. While it certainly isn’t a weapon, some consider its appearance lethal. Although it was produced in 1972 and may not be an antique in the traditional sense, its value to owners Ben and Dustin Allemann is far more than money could ever buy. You see, their Cutlass is a family heirloom. It wasn’t passed down from one generation to the next in as common a method as you might first assume, however. Here’s the scoop.

Rodger Allemann grew up in a rural area near Wayne, Nebraska, and he moved to that city after graduating trade school to become a diesel mechanic. One summer day in 1972, he walked into Coryell Chevrolet-Oldsmobile in Wayne and on the showroom floor sat a 1972 Cutlass S in code-36 Radiant Green exterior complemented by a white vinyl top and black and white interior. It had been ordered by the dealership’s sales manager, Ed Carroll as a stock order.

The Cutlass was equipped with an L32 350-ci small-block V-8 with 2-barrel carburetor and a column-shifted TH350 automatic transmission. It boasted a host of typical convenience options such as power steering and brakes, air conditioning, and AM radio. Attractive, sporty, and comfortable, Rodger fell in love with the vibrant Olds and purchased it on June 16, 1972.

It seemed that Rodger and his new Cutlass were inseparable. He added a set of E-T Slotted Mag cast-aluminum wheels and HiJackers air shocks out back in the months that followed. A certain young lady took notice of Rodger as he drove his flashy Olds around Wayne and the neighboring countryside. Remember Ed Carroll, the dealership sales manager that ordered the Oldsmobile? Well, the young lady wanting to know about Rodger was Ed’s daughter, Deb.

“She orchestrated a ‘random’ run-in with Rodger,” explained Ben. “The plan involved boating, a summer party, and meeting at Gavin’s Point Dam in South Dakota, and it worked!”

The Oldsmobile played a continuous role in Rodger and Deb’s courtship. “A first kiss, a questionable joke from their friends about wedding night beer cans strung from the rear bumper after their first date, and return trips to Gavin’s Point Dam pulling the boat all involved the Cutlass S,” Ben added.

Rodger and Deb married on Valentine’s Day 1976. The couple drove away from their reception in the Cutlass and honeymooned in Estes Park, Colorado in that car. In 1977, Ed Carroll helped his daughter and new son-in-law replace the Cutlass with a new Monte Carlo. Wayne resident, Kirk Sommerfeld knew of the Cutlass and purchased it as his new daily driver.

To the couple, sons Dustin and Ben were born. Sadly, the young father passed away in 1987 at just 34 years old. Dustin was six years of age, and Ben was only one. The Allemann family kept Rodger’s spirit alive and many of the stories that Dustin and Ben heard about their father involved the Cutlass. “Kirk worked at a place near our house so we saw him driving it nearly every day” said Ben. “We knew it was our dad’s old car so we would stop by every so often and ask if we could sit in it.” Those experiences only fueled their interest to someday buy it back.

Knowing what owning Rodger’s Cutlass would mean to their boys, Deb kept in regular contact with Kirk. In 1999, their dream came true. “My mom made Kirk an offer and she was able to buy it back for $2,000. That was a risky move for a single mother with two boys, but she did it for us. The car was very complete, but was in need of a restoration after having been a daily driver for 28 years,” says Ben.

The Cutlass immediately went to a local body shop where its rusty panels were replaced and a basic coat of Radiant Green was applied just so the boys could drive it. Deb funded the project for her boys by working many overtime hours. Dustin and Ben worked part-time jobs to contribute, too. “Dave and Myrna Tuttle were my mom’s friends. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up and Dave always invited us to his home shop and helped us keep the car running,” says Ben.

By the mid-2000s the Cutlass had amassed more than 140,000 miles and was fast becoming mechanically unreliable. “Dustin was working out of state and I was just entering college,” explained Ben, “so we placed the car into storage in 2005, and it sat until 2015 when the storage facility was sold. It was then that we decided to begin a complete restoration.”

Mike Brudigam and Ryan Heiser of Tom’s Body and Paint Shop in Wayne handled the body and paint work. “The body was completely disassembled, media blasted, and placed onto a rotisserie where the entire floor pan was replaced along with the front fenders and hood. Bryan and Sam Park, and Tom, Dan and Doug Rose of Tom’s Body and Paint Shop assisted on the project as well as Dean Carroll.

Evercoat exterior refinishing products were used exclusively. Edge DTM high-build primer was applied first, and that was followed by three-coats of ChromaPremier Pro primer. Three coats of ChromaPremier Pro base in Radiant Green then went down and it was complemented by five coats of ChromaPremier Pro clear. The topcoat was wet sanded using papers with grit ranging from 400 to 5,000 before final polishing.

Ben decided to create a high-end interior that was relatively indistinguishable from the Cutlass’ original. He turned to Garek Bebee of Rezurrected Rod and Kustom in Wayne to create a customized interior inspired by the original white and black combination. Bebee fashioned a white Ultraleather seat cover that mimicked the bench seat’s original. Randal Weber Custom Woodworking of Bennett, Nebraska created the genuine crosscut walnut inserts to replace the faux woodgrain stickers on the instrument panel and door panels.

The original Oldsmobile stereo case was restored by S&M Electro-Tech in Blaine, Minnesota. It was upgraded internally with Bluetooth capability for modern sound. JBL Amp 6 x 9-inch speakers are located within the package tray and Rockford Fosgate speakers are mounted in the front kick panels. Classic Instruments in Boyne City, Michigan custom created factory-looking oil pressure and temperature gauges that are hidden within the ashtray compartment.

Corey Schlegelmilch of Donrich Machine and Driveline in Exeter, Nebraska took on the task of rebuilding the engine. The original 350 ci block was bored 0.030-inch oversize, and its cylinders were filled with forged Speed Pro pistons. The main and rod journals of the original cast-Nodular iron crankshaft were undersized by 0.010-inch each and ride on Clevite bushings. The original connecting rods were treated to ARP fasteners and resized accordingly. A stock-replacement Melling oil pump resides in a Milodon oil pan.

Erson supplied a custom-spec hydraulic roller camshaft that features 226/234 degrees of duration and 0.544-inch valve lift with Comp Cams’ 1.6:1 ratio roller rocker arms, an LSA of 110 degrees, an intake centerline at 106 degrees, and a 4/7 swap. Erson hydraulic roller lifters and Smith Brothers heavy-wall push rods in 8.1-inch length transfer lobe action to a set of Edelbrock Performer RPM cylinders heads. Donrich Machine mildly ported the aluminum castings and gasket-matched the intake ports with those of the Edelbrock RPM intake manifold. New Comp Cams valve springs were combined with the 2.072/1.68-inch Ferrea valves that Edelbrock supplied. The compression ratio measures 9.6:1.

Steve Schappaugh of Musclecar Memories Restorations in Lincoln, Nebraska was enlisted to complete the mechanical and chassis portion of the restoration, as well as final assembly, where technician Brendan Nielsen led the project. “The original frame was cracked, so we found a factory boxed frame from a ’69 Cutlass convertible to replace it with,” said Ben. “Musclecar Memories Restorations contacted the product development team at Speedway Motors in Lincoln, who used the replacement frame as their prototype to create an autocross chassis package with.”

The team at Musclecar Memories Restorations also installed a Holley Terminator fuel-injection system onto the small-block Olds. It’s fed by an Aeromotive Phantom Stealth 340 fuel pump assembly that’s tucked away in the original fuel tank. Aeromotive also supplied the fuel lines, fittings, and pressure regulator. A GMB water pump, BECOOL aluminum radiator, and dual electric fans maintain coolant temperature. An MSD Pro-Billet distributor, 6AL box and 8.5mm Super Conductor wires handle ignition duty. The MSD box and Holley fuel injection control module are hidden within inside the dash panel.

“When people hear the story of our car, they tend to focus on my father, which is very important,” Ben explained, “but what actually made this possible was a single mother who worked three jobs for 20 years to provide for her two boys so that they could own a piece of their family’s history. Without that, it wouldn’t have happened.”

The Cutlass was finished in 2016. All the while, Dustin and Ben had kept its completion from their mother. Assisted by Deb’s husband, Dennis Dannelly, they surprised her at The Last Fling ‘Til Spring car show in West Point Nebraska that fall. Ben stated, “We told her that Steve and his team at Musclecar Memories Restorations were unveiling another recent restoration, but it turned out that they unveiled the Cutlass. She was known for being quiet the prankster, so it was good that we were able to pull one over on her, but she was really emotional, and we were too.”

What Ben says he likes best about the Cutlass is its unique, one-year-only color. “Nobody can believe that it’s a stock GM color from ’72. We built it to drive hard, and do so as often as possible. We spend a lot of time on the interstate and cruising the backroads of Nebraska. We hope to autocross it soon, too.”

Having little opportunity to know their father outside of childhood, the Cutlass has become a family heirloom that gives Dustin and Ben a solid connection to Rodger. “We tried to restore it in a way that resembles the past but performs to modern expectations. We invested a significant amount of time and money getting it to this level, but it didn’t matter to us because the car will never be sold.”

Those old enough to remember the ‘80s should recall Olds’ popular the marketing campaign that was built around the slogan “This isn’t your father’s Oldsmobile.” Well, to Dustin and Ben Allemann, it really is. And it’s certain that he couldn’t be any prouder of their accomplishment with it!

Dustin and Ben Allemann’s father had purchased this 1972 Olds Cutlass S new that June. It was an important part of his life, and the boys sought to make it part of their lives after he lost his battle with cancer. It has been completely restored and modified for added comfort and performance, and serves a tribute to him after his untimely passing.

The Cutlass S was one of several models that Oldsmobile offered on its intermediate A-body line. Restyled for the 1968 model year, the 1968-72 Cutlass profile is iconic and remains endeared to fans of the muscle car area.

The Cutlass was treated to a wide array of aftermarket sheet metal during the restoration that includes an entire floor pan, rocker panels and rear quarters. The hood and fenders were replaced with panels from a donor while the doors and deck lid remain the originals. Beyond the larger wheel and tire combination, little on the outside suggests that this is anything but a typical ’72 Cutlass.

The Cutlass was originally equipped with the two-spoke N30 Deluxe Steering Wheel. The stylish N34 Custom Sport Steering Wheel was added during the restoration. The original “Tic-Toc-Tac” in the right gauge pod. The woodgrain overlay is genuine walnut. A Hurst shifter controls gear changes within the five-speed manual transmission.

A stock interior appearance was faithfully recreated during the restoration. Several components were upgraded in the process to add a greater touch of class. The seats are covered in Ultraleather that was stitched to match the original pattern. The dash pad was also covered in black Ultraleather. The door panels contain genuine walnut inserts.

A Vintage Air unit keeps occupants cool during the humid Nebraska summers.

The original small-block Olds was completely rebuilt. Performance was increased with the addition of Edelbrock’s cast-aluminum Performer RPM cylinder heads and intake manifold. Beneath the Moon air cleaner assembly is a Holley electronic fuel injection system. Exhaust is routed through a set of ceramic-coated Heddman shorty headers, a 2.5-inch mandrel-bent exhaust system and MagnaFlow mufflers that dump ahead of the rear axle.

The Cutlass was originally equipped with the TH350 automatic transmission. A Legend Gear LGT-700 five-speed manual transmission sourced from Bowler Performance Transmission in Lawrenceville, Illinois resides in its place. It’s complemented by a QuickTime blow-proof bellhousing and 11-inch Centerforce Dual Friction clutch disc and pressure plate assembly. The stock driveshaft was modified accordingly.

The upper and lower tubular control arms, 0.875-inch front sway bar, 16:1 steering gear, and steering links were supplied by Speedway Motors. The suspension upgrades are complemented by a Tuff Stuff power steering pump and Wilwood brake components. Adjustable front-coil-over assemblies from QA1 were employed to attain the ideal ride height.

Speedway Motors supplied the rear springs, shock absorbers, and 0.875-inch rear sway bar. Wilwood four-piston brake calipers handle stopping duty. A 3.73:1 gear set from Yukon Gear resides in the Cutlass’ original rear axle. A reproduction W27 cover increases capacity and heat dissipation.

Schott Wheels in Garden Grove, California created a custom set of Oldsmobile’s Super Stock I wheel in 18 x 10-inch. The billet-aluminum rims are complemented by Nitto G2 tires in 275/40R18 (front) and 295/40R18 (rear).

The Cutlass’ ornamental hood louvers were a signature feature that were removed and restored during the project.

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newstfionline · 7 years ago

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Putin’s Plan To Transform Russia’s Forgotten Far East

Benjamin Quenelle, Les Echos, Dec. 14, 2017

VLADIVOSTOK--For Dmitry Igumnov, the Kremlin’s conquest of the Russian Far East didn’t just impact his career. It changed his life. A businessman who worked in all corners of the country and even spent a few years in California, he decided, in the end, to put down roots and to “start from scratch” in his native region, in the extreme eastern part of Russia.

Here, across 6 million kilometers, live just 6 million inhabitants. Like 100,000 other citizens from other parts of Russia, Dmitry Igumnov, 52, volunteered to take part in an unprecedented government program: to freely obtain a plot in the middle of the taiga, an area of boreal forest that had been neglected by the authorities since the fall of the USSR and forgotten by investors for more than two decades. In just over one year, some 30,000 pieces of land have been distributed. The chosen ones have five years to fulfill their mission: to develop and to create. Otherwise, the government can take back what it gave.

Together with his brother and the rest of his family, Igumnov was given a total of 10 hectares less than a two-hour drive from Vladivostok, the vibrant Far Eastern capital. In the city, the former marketer still manages his ice factory. But now, at the same time, he is also developing a new business on his new estate: Over the past year, he’s invested 500,000 rubles ($8,000) in flower fields and beehives to produce honey.

“The business plan is ready. We need to grow to 100 beehives, then to 500, produce 10 tons annually, and start exporting,” Igumnov enthusiastically explains.

The entrepreneur thinks big. As he walks us across his land in the middle of nowhere--a former potato kolkhoz (collective farm) that hadn’t been plowed in almost 30 years--Igumnov recalls his long learning process regarding bees and beehives. He consulted specialists, read books. But even so, there were some rookie mistakes, like when his first beehives, placed too close to the edge of the forest, were taken away one night by a bear. Russia’s Far East is a wild place.

“The United States did the same in their time with Abraham Lincoln’s Homestead Act,” says Valentin Timakov, who heads one of the government agencies in charge of developing the Far East. That piece of legislation, a key factor in America’s conquest of the West, is a reference for the authorities in Moscow who are trying to orchestrate the revival of the Russian Far East.

“This free land plan has already led to the creation of new businesses, from food production to tourism and, of course, industry,” Timakov explains. “But it’s only one of our many projects. By 2025, 110,000 jobs will be created in these regions where, after development under the USSR, nothing more happened.”

His agency, created just two years ago, has launched numerous initiatives to attract skilled workers from the western regions and bring back the eastern locals who left during the crisis years. In Vladivostok, business is booming, with 7,000 senior management vacancies still waiting to be filled.

As it often happens in Russia, the program comes from the very top. With barely veiled references to the enthusiasm of the forced developments that took place during the Soviet era, the Kremlin hopes to trigger the same sort of dynamics, “from top to bottom.”

In 2012, when Vladivostok hosted an Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation (APEC) summit, Vladimir Putin spent an estimated $12 billion on huge construction projects in and around the city: bridges, an airport, roads, even a new university. On Russky Island, located opposite the city and former location of a military base, brand new buildings have been erected to accommodate up to 50,000 students. A magnificent (but costly) cable-stayed bridge was built over the Eastern Bosphorus to connect the island to the city. And to encourage the mobility of investors and senior managers, the state-owned company Aeroflot sells reduced price tickets between Moscow and Vladivostok. The eight-hour flight costs the same as a flight to the European capitals.

“When the Kremlin started this conquest of the Far East, many in Moscow as well as in Vladivostok were skeptical. But five years later, the results are plain to see,” says Maxim Shereykin, who heads a high-tech development agency. “Renewable energies, energy efficiency, microgenerators … Here too new technologies are emerging,” he adds. “It takes time. The government is pushing for it and that’s good. But the political pressure to show better results quickly at all costs can also turn out to be counter-productive.”

Vladivostok has also become one of the platforms for Moscow’s new diplomacy. In September, far away from the increased tensions with Europe and the U.S. resulting from the 2014 annexation of Crimea, Vladimir Putin chose Vladivostok to receive Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and South Korean President Moon Jae-in. Behind the knowing smiles and the calls for investments, Putin was showcasing the Kremlin’s shift to the east.

Still, many obstacles remain on the path to economic recovery. Though it’s surrounded by Southeast Asian poles where activity is booming, Russia’s Far East remains an isolated and inward-looking market. What’s missing in these regions where political and economic authorities are omnipresent is real competition.

Beyond the arteries built in Vladivostok, transport infrastructure is aging, even if new harbors and roads have been built. As for investments, national financing sources are limited and calls made to the powerful neighboring nations China and Japan haven’t yet led to substantial changes. And yet, the Far East is also serving as a model of what’s lacking the most to modernize the Russian economy as a whole: an entrepreneurial spirit. Small and medium-size businesses account for just 20% of the activity nationwide and just 2% of Russians say they would like to start their own business.

Not so in Vladivostok, which is becoming a hive of activity. Alexander Chumatov is a case in point. After studying and working for years in Moscow, he returned to Vladivostok, his birth city, and, together with a partner, has invested $5 million (half of the sum came from the state-owned bank Sberbank) to develop a new network of private health clinics--in a region where health-related infrastructure is in desperate need of renovation.

“My friends back in Moscow think I’m a bit strange, but I believe in this project,” he says. “Back there, I was an employee [as a fusion and take-over consultant]. Here, I’ve been trying my hand at entrepreneurship. And it works! There are real opportunities to be seized.”

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41 Of The Creepiest Unsolved Mysteries Of All Time

Settle in, this is a long one. These “scariest” unsolved mysteries are based on the opinions of the people over on r/unresolvedmysteries who know enough about unsolved cases at large to be experts on the creepiest ones. If you’re looking for a lengthy thread of bite-sized “true scary stories”, we’ve got one of those too.

The woman who recorded other people’s voices on her sleep app

Here’s how she describes what happened:

“This night I was sleeping in my bed – my 3 year old was with me that night as he is scared of the dark. It was just the two of us in the whole house. The next night I decided to go through and delete my recordings and saw this particular record. In it, you can here some clicks that start to get louder over the course of the recording. Eventually you can hear me say “What are you doing??” and immediately after there is a deep voice that says “Nothing”. The clicks become very loud at that point and at the very end of the recording you hear the same voice say “That’s them” (I think?). I am pretty creeped out by this. I don’t remember being awake that night. The only plausible explanation is that I answered my own sleeping talking but the voice doesn’t even sound like me or something I could emulate. It definitely doesn’t sound like a voice my preschooler could emulate, either. I have no idea what the clicks could be. I keep a fan going at night for white noise but the clicks sounds like they’re coming from right near my phone (which is placed right by me on my bedside table). I want to say that I’ve picked up the clicks a few times on recordings before but deleted them thinking it was nothing – this is the first time I’ve ever heard anything, though.”

Here is the audio of the recording. The woman has since moved to a new house, but one Redditer who followed up with the story said:

“I actually private messaged with the OP of the sleep app story. She was happy to say that things were going well in their new home, and her son was doing well. However, if you look at the more recently dated comments after the story was posted, OP says her son had started asking where “Ho” was and seeing “the black guy with no face.” OP and I exchanged some PMs about a year after their original post to discuss what could be going on, and apparently “Ho” followed them to their new home.”

UVB-76

Also known as “The Buzzer”, UVB-76 is a radio signal of unknown origin. No one knows what it’s purpose is or why it’s happening. They suspect it may be of Russian origin. Here’s what it sounds like:

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Dutroux

“Last one: a somewhat bigger mystery, but truly terrifying. Dutroux is a well known Belgian child abuser that was caught in the 90’s. It turns out the circle of abuse is much bigger and influential than one can imagine. This is a very long and well documented read about how the investigation into child abuse is being hampered by government, police, upper class figures, etc. It takes a strong stomach to digest the witness accounts (highly nsfw) and a strong stomach to digest the injustice.” — IamScuzzlebut

The murder of Mark Kilroy

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From Wikipedia:

He was taken by his abductors to a ranch where he was murdered in a human sacrifice ritual. Kilroy was killed with a machete blow and then had his brain removed and boiled in a pot. His killers then inserted a wire through his backbone, chopped off his legs, and buried him at the ranch along with 14 other people who had been killed there before him.

Jodine Serrin

From Reddit:

Serrin lived on her own, but depended on her family for help due to her mental challenges. Late in the evening of Valentine’s Day 2007, Jodine’s parents went to the condo they had purchased on Swallow Lane for their daughter and walked in on what they thought was an awkward situation. Art Serrin went to find his daughter in her bedroom, and saw a man having sex with her.

According to a 10News report, Serrin told the man to get dressed and then he and his wife, Lois, went to wait for what they expected to be an embarrassed couple to join them in the kitchen. After several minutes, Serrin returned to the bedroom and found his daughter murdered, having been beaten and strangled to death. The man had escaped, possibly through a back door.

In fact, as investigators later found, she had been dead for between 12 and 24 hours.

Dale Kerstetter

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From Reddit:

At 11:00 PM on September 12, 1987, 50-year old Dale Kerstetter showed up to work the overnight shift as security guard at the Corning Glassworks plant in Bradford, Pennsylvania. Dale was a divorced father of six who worked at the plant for 29 years, but had recently been transferred from his position as a trades worker to a security guard, which involved him taking a pay cut of between $5,000-7,000 per year. At 7:00 AM the following morning, Dale’s relief arrived and discovered he was missing. Dale’s truck was still in the parking lot with the keys in the ignition. His daypack and a full carton of cigarettes were inside the truck, along with the holster for a .22 caliber gun he carried which was never found. Dale’s keys to the plant and a newspaper were found on a table in the cafeteria, along with his lunch pail, which still had all his food inside. A police dog was brought in and tracked Dale’s scent from the cafeteria to the second floor, but it came to an end at the plant’s glass furnace.

The security tape from that night was later checked. The plant had three security cameras and the feed would alternate between each camera at random intervals. The footage revealed an unidentified masked intruder walking through the plant at various points between midnight and 1:00 AM. In one of the shots, the intruder was seen meeting up with Dale in the back of the plant. They both walked past the security camera together, where Dale appeared to look up and stare directly at the camera before they disappeared out of frame. Dale did not show up in the security footage again, but one shot showed the intruder heading towards the glass furnace, the same area where the police dog tracked Dale’s scent. There was also a shot of the intruder wheeling a large bag through the plant on a manual forklift. It was soon discovered that $250,000 worth of platinum lining had been stolen from the furnace.

On the surface, it appeared the intruder had forced Dale to escort him to the area containing the platinum before he subsequently murdered him and disposed of his body. However, Corning’s management believed that Dale was actually involved in the theft.

When Dale walked through the plant and stared directly into the security camera, some people interpreted this as a signal for help, but Corning thought Dale might have been taunting them about his crime. At the time, Dale was in debt and unhappy that his employer had cut his pay and given him a security position, so Corning believed Dale willingly escorted the intruder to the furnace, helped him steal the platinum, and then skipped town with his share of the profits. Of course, Dale’s family did not believe he would get involved in anything illegal and abandon his children, so they feared he was an innocent victim of foul play. Whatever the truth, there has been no trace of Dale Kerstetter in nearly 30 years.

The Circleville Letters

A woman and her husband in Circleville, Ohio started getting creepy letters. One day, the husband received a letter and got riled up enough that he got his gun and left the house. He was letter found dead in a car crash, his gun had been fired. The husband’s brother was eventually charged with the crime, but began receiving the same letters once he was in prison.

Here’s a nice write-up on the whole store from The Line-up.

The Sodder Children

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From Wikipedia:

On Christmas Eve, December 24, 1945, a fire destroyed the Sodder home in Fayetteville, West Virginia, United States. At the time, it was occupied by George Sodder, his wife Jennie, and nine of their ten children. During the fire, George, Jennie, and four of the nine children escaped. The bodies of the other five children were never found. The Sodders believed for the rest of their lives that the five missing children survived.

Dave Bocks

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A factory worker at a nuclear power plant went missing during his shift. Many people suspect foul play as he may have been a whistle blower for illegal activities taking place at the plant.

Blind River Killer

I remember this as the scariest episode of in which an elderly couple on a cross country road trip stopped at a rest area to sleep for the night. In the middle of the night attacked the couple and shot and killed a bystander to came to their aid. He drove off in a blue van and was never caught.

East Area Rapist / The Original Nightstalker

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A serial rapist and killer who raped at least 50 women in northern California in the 70’s. He has never been identified.

A few things that make this killer a bit creepier than the rest:

1. The East Area Rapist sent letters and drawings to newspapers in the area taunting citizens. Here’s a map he drew of what is believed to be his “ideal” suburban neighborhood stalking grounds:

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2. He would call and taunt his victims or intended victims. He called one woman he raped to wish her a merry Christmas, saying:

Merry Christmas, it’s me again! (hangs up)

You can listen to some of the phone calls here, but please be warned, these are very disturbing!!

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3. There was a town meeting to discuss the rapist/killer at large. During the meeting one man stood up to say that the East Area Rapist could never harm his family because he wouldn’t “let” something like that happen to his wife. His wife was latter attacked leading people to believe the actual East Area Rapist attended the town meeting. A photo from that meeting exists.

Keddie Cabin Murders

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From Wikipedia:

Glenna “Sue” Sharp, 36, and her five children had been renting the cabin since November 1980. At approximately 7:45 AM on the morning of April 12, Sheila Sharp, upon returning from the sleepover next door, discovered the tied-up bodies of Sue, John and Dana in the home’s living room. Plumas County Sheriff’s deputies later determined Tina Sharp was missing from the location. The murders have been commented upon for their particular viciousness.

After approximately 4,000 man-hours spent on the case, it grew cold but, in 1984, the cranium portion of a skull was recovered near Feather Falls in neighboring Butte County, a distance of roughly 63 miles (2 hours 12 minutes) from Keddie. Butte County Sheriff’s Office released both the original and back-up copy of the audio recording of the ‘anonymous call’ to an undisclosed member of law enforcement.

As of May 2017, no arrests have been made in connection with the Keddie murders, although two suspects who had criminal records, now deceased, have been proposed. In 2004, Cabin 28 was demolished.

There’s been a recent break in the case that, for many, may explain what happened:

On March 24, 2016, a hammer matching the description of a hammer suspect Martin Smartt said he lost shortly before the murders was taken into evidence by Plumas County Special Investigator Mike Gamberg. Sheriff Hagwood stated, “the location it was found… It would have been intentionally put there. It would not have been accidentally misplaced.

The Mothman

From Reddit:

The Mothman sightings of 1966 was always a favorite story of mine and still is this day. If you go down the rabbit hole there are soooo many weird pieces including MIB showing up to this tiny town. Some of it might have been mass hysteria but damn if it isn’t a wild ride until the very end.

Morgan Nick

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From Wikipedia:

On June 9, 1995, Morgan Nick and her mother, Colleen Nick, went to a Little League baseball game in their town of Alma, Arkansas. At around 10:30 p.m., Morgan asked her mother if she could catch lightning bugs with her friends. At first, her mother was uncertain, but eventually let her go. She was last seen at 10:45 p.m. by her friends, emptying sand out of her shoes alone near her mother’s car while her group of friends emptied their shoes a few dozen feet away. Morgan’s friends reported seeing a “creepy” man talking to Morgan as she was putting her shoes back on.

When the game ended shortly thereafter, Morgan’s friends returned without her. They told Colleen that Morgan was at her car, but when Colleen returned to the car, Morgan was not there. She has not been seen or heard from since.

Pedro Lopez

A Columbian criminal known as the “Monster of the Andes” is out of prison after serving 13 years of a 16 year sentence for murdering as many as 300 little girls. No one knows where he is now.

Brian Shaffer

The medical student who went to a local bar for a drink and was never seen again. Security footage showed him entering the bar, but not leaving. He was by all accounts happy and had plans to propose to his girlfriend the following week. He hasn’t been seen since that night.

Hinterkaifeck murders

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From Wikipedia:

A few days prior to the crime, farmer Andreas Gruber told neighbors about discovering footprints in the snow leading from the edge of the forest to the farm, but none leading back. He also spoke about hearing footsteps in the attic and finding an unfamiliar newspaper on the farm. Furthermore, the house keys went missing several days before the murders. None of this was reported to the police prior to the attack.

Six months earlier, the previous maid had left the farm, claiming that it was haunted; the new maid, Maria Baumgartner, arrived on the farm on the day of the attack and was killed hours later.

Exactly what happened on that Friday evening cannot be said for certain. It is believed that the older couple, as well as their daughter Viktoria, and her daughter, Cäzilia, were all lured into the barn one by one, where they were killed. The perpetrator(s) then went into the house where they killed two‑year‑old Josef, who was sleeping in his cot in his mother’s bedroom, as well as the maid, Maria Baumgartner, in her bedchamber.

On the following Tuesday, April 4, neighbors came to the farmstead because none of its inhabitants had been seen for a few days.

Dorothy Jane Scott

From Wikipedia:

Dorothy Jane Scott disappeared on May 28, 1980, in Anaheim, California. She had driven two co-workers to the hospital after one had been bitten by a spider. While they were waiting for a prescription to be filled, Scott went to get her car and bring it around to meet them. Her car approached them, but it sped away; neither could see who was driving as its headlights had blinded them. They reported her missing a couple of hours later, after not hearing from her. In the preceding months, Scott had been receiving anonymous phone calls from a man who had reportedly been stalking her. He had threatened to get her alone and “cut [her] up into bits so no one will ever find [her]”.

Dyatlov Pass Incident

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From Reddit:

The Dyatlov Pass Incident is the unsolved disappearance of nine hikers in the Ural mountains in Russia in 1959, and subsequent discovery. There’s a whole lot of details to this case which are mentioned in the link, but for a brief summary:

Ten experienced ski hikers embark upon a trek through a mountain pass that locals describe as “Devil’s Pass.”

One of the hikers returns on his own due to illness. The others continue ahead. After the party don’t return when expected, a search party is sent out into the mountains to look for them. Their campsite was eventually found, abandoned and slashed open from the inside, and the bodies were eventually all found at various points nearby in various unusual states, including some naked or undressed, some with their heads basically smashed in (which later investigations showed were impossible to have been done by humans).

This is a conspiracy theorist’s wet dream, with details that don’t add up, Cold War/KGB cover-ups, UFO sightings, cryptozoology (yeti theories), weapons testing, nuclear radiation emanating from the bodies, stories of local savage tribes etc. But even without all that, it’s still a pretty eerie story on its own.

Dyatlov Pass is a total rabbit hole and it’s one of my personal favorite mysteries.

Laureen Rahn

From Reddit:

14-year-old Laureen Rahn was last seen in her apartment in Manchester, New Hampshire on April 26th, 1980. She spent the evening drinking beer with a male and female friend while her mother Judith was away at a tennis tournament. At some point, the boy heard voices in the hallway and left through the back door, thinking Judith was coming home. He stated he heard Laureen lock the door behind him.

When Judith finally returned at midnight, she found the building completely dark because the light bulbs on all three floors had been unscrewed. She checked Laureen’s room and thought she saw Laureen asleep on the bed. In the morning, however, this turned out to be Laureen’s friend, who said that she had last seen Laureen going to sleep on the couch. Laureen’s clothes and new sneakers were in the living room, and the back door was open.

The police investigation went nowhere until Judith looked at her phone bill and discovered she had been charged for three phone calls made from Santa Monica, California on October 1st, 1980, three months after Lauren went missing. Two of these calls were placed from a Santa Monica motel to another motel in Santa Ana. The third call was to a teen sexual assistance hotline run by a plastic surgeon. Authorities in Santa Monica questioned this surgeon, and he denied knowing anything about Laureen.

Judith hired her own investigator in 1985, who questioned the doctor again. This time he altered his story and said that his wife was sometimes visited by runaway girls (!?) and that one of these girls may have been from New Hampshire. He also believed that a colleague of his wife’s named Annie Sprinkle knew more about these runaways. Authorities looked into this and found that Sprinkle was involved in the pornography industry, but nothing was found linking her to Laureen.

Another investigator traveled to Santa Monica in 1986 and learned that the two hotels may have been used by a child pornographer named “Dr. Z.”, but authorities couldn’t find a connection between “Dr. Z” and the doctor who ran the hotline.

For a year after the disappearance, Judith reported getting regular phone calls at around 3:45 a.m., but there would be nothing but silence on the line when she answered. She received similar calls around the Christmas holidays for several years until she finally changed her number. According to Charley Project, a childhood friend of Laureen’s received a call from someone claiming to be her in 1986. His mother answered the phone, but unfortunately the article doesn’t elaborate on what the caller said.

In the previous thread about this, the OP quoted someone from a forum post who claims that her mother was the friend who was with Laureen when she vanished. Her mother said that they were hanging out with two guys that day (not one as stated in Charley Project) and that Laureen may have left with one of them. The guy who left through the back door committed suicide in 1985 and is not considered a suspect.

It is also worth nothing that other women, Denise Denault and Rachael Garden, of similar physical appearance to Laureen, disappeared from the same area within a six-week time period. Their cases are also unsolved and have never been linked.

The “30 Minutes or Less” murder

From Wikipedia:

Brian Douglas Wells was an American pizza delivery man who was killed by a remotely controlled bomb fastened to his neck, under coercion from the maker of the bomb. After he was apprehended by the police for robbing a bank, the bomb was detonated.

“Down the hill”

From Wikipedia:

On February 14, 2017, the bodies of Abigail “Abby” Williams and Liberty “Libby” German were discovered on an American hiking trail in Delphi, Indiana, after the young girls had disappeared from the same trail the previous day. The murders have received significant media coverage due to the fact that a photo and audio recording of a man believed to be girls’ murderer was found on the cell phone of German. Despite the photo and audio recording of the suspect being released to the public by police, and an estimated 18,000 tips being sent to police, no arrests have been made in the case.

One of the girl’s Snapchat photo:

Two Indiana teen were murdered shortly after taking these eerie photos. Today at 3, @DrOz looks at the cellphone of victim Liberty German. http://pic.twitter.com/cEdB4PZ7sk

— WSB-TV (@wsbtv) October 17, 2017

The audio:

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Lars Mittank

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From Reddit:

a case about a 28 year old man from Germany, Lars Mittank, who visited Bulgaria with his friends. This place in Bulgaria is very famous for young people from Germany and England, same as Mallorca or Ibiza.

Mittank got involved into a fight and hurt his ear. Something that happens always at those places where many young people are partying.

He stayed there and enjoyed the rest of his holidays with his friends. When they had to leave though, the doctor said he can not use the airplane because of his ear. He decided to stay in Bulgaria and rented a room in a hostel while his friends left.

He called at night his mother and said he fears for his life.

Here is a footage from the airport. Mittank wanted to leave again and catch his next flight. He went to the doctors office though, with all his stuff, suitcase etc. After that, he runs out from the doctors office.

People outside saw him how he climbed over a fence and disappeared in a nearby forrest. Till today, no one knows what happened or where he is. His family is still searching for him, there is even a facebook page.

Elisa Lam

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From Wikipedia:

Her disappearance had been widely reported; interest had increased five days prior to her body’s discovery when the Los Angeles Police Department released video of the last time she was known to have been seen, on the day of her disappearance, by an elevator security camera. In the footage, Lam is seen exiting and re-entering the elevator, talking and gesturing in the hallway outside, and sometimes seeming to hide within the elevator, which itself appears to be malfunctioning. The video went viral on the Internet, with many viewers reporting that they found it unsettling. Explanations ranged from claims of paranormal involvement to bipolar disorder from which Lam suffered; it has also been argued that the video was altered prior to release.

The circumstances of Lam’s death, when she was found, also raised questions, especially in light of the Cecil’s history in relation to other notable deaths and murders. Her body was naked with most of her clothes and personal effects floating in the water near her. It took the Los Angeles County Coroner’s office four months, after repeated delays, to release the autopsy report, which reports no evidence of physical trauma and states that the cause of death was accidental. Guests at the Cecil, now re-branded as Stay on Main, sued the hotel over the incident, and Lam’s parents filed a separate suit later that year; the latter was dismissed in 2015.

Paula Jean Weldon

From Reddit:

Paula Jean Weldon was a sophomore at Bennington College in Bennington, Vermont in the fall of 1946. On December 1st, she told her roommate, Elizabeth Johnson, that she was “through with studies; I’m taking a long walk” . Dressed in a red parka coat with a fur lined hood, blue jeans, Top-Sider shoes with thick soles, and a gold Elgin wristwatch with a black band, she made no indication she planned on staying gone for very long.

She was supposed to walk part of Vermont’s Long Trail. Danny Fager, who owned a gas station near the college gates, said he spotted Paula. He said he had seen her run up then down the side of the gravel pit near the entrance of the college around 2:45 P.M. 15 minutes late, Louis Knapp claimed to have picked up a young girl matching Paula’s description on Route 67A and let her out on Route 9, near the Long Trail. Just after 4 P.M., she was spotted by several people in Bickford Hollow, seemingly headed toward the trail. When Paula did not come home later that night, Elizabeth was not yet worried, and did not warn anyone. The next morning when Paula had still not come back by the next morning, she contacted College President Lewis Webster Jones. Jones then phoned Paula’s parents to ask if she had gone home for the weekened.

Mrs. Welden collapsed with worry. Her father, W. Archibald Welden immediately left the family home in Stamford, Connecticut. He helped organize a massive search party, but their search turned up empty. He then called the New York and Connecticut state police forces, as VT did not have a state police force at the time.

Days passed and Paula was still missing. Then, a waitress in Fall River, Massaschusetts claimed to have served dinner to a “disturbed” women fitting Paula’s description. Strangely, after hearing this, Mr. Welden vanished for 36 hours. After his return, people began to suspect that he had something to do with his daughter’s disappearance. It came to light that Mr. Welden did not approve of a boy Paula had been seeing. He claimed this boyfriend had to be the responsible party, but his only proof came from a clairvoyant. He then began to trash the police for their lack of professionalism and lack of records. Mr. Welden soon returned to his home in Stamford.

Poor weather eventually halted the search for Paula, but 9 years later, a lumberjack came forward saying he knew where her body was buried. After being questioned, he eventually admitted making it up for publicity. Then, in 1968, a skeleton was found. It was later determined it was far too old to be Paula.

There have been many theories as to what happened to Paula that fateful December day. Did she simply get lost in the woods and die in the elements or did she run off with her boyfriend? Or did the so called Bennington Triangle, where 5 people vanished between 1945 and 1950, have something to do with it?

Sadly, as more and more time passes, it seems very unlikely the case of what happened to Paula Jean Welden will ever be solved.

Grave Robbing for Morons

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From Reddit:

In the early 1990s, a homemade VHS circulated around called “Grave Robbing for Morons”. It features a young man explaining how to rob graves without getting caught, what bones are most valuable, and other grave robbing “tips.” In the video he shows what appears to be an actual human skull that he’s stolen and at the end he gives the nicknames of himself and his grave robbing crew: “Anthony, “Gino, “Taco”, and “Pucci” and vows to continue robbing graves for the fun of it. To this day, no one knows who made this video or who the narrator is. There is a site dedicated to finding out the origin of the video and the identity of the narrator, but they don’t have any additional information to add.

Because of the over-the-top nature of some of the advice, some believe that the video is an act intended to cash in on the pseudo-reality television craze that was going on thanks to things like Faces of Death. But others seem to think that at the very least the narrator has robbed graves, and that this could be a “legit” (i.e. not faked) video.

Kathryn Ott

From Reddit:

This missing person’s case does not have much coverage and I am hoping to bring some interest back to this 3 year old unresolved disappearance.

In 2014, Kathryn Gayle Ott was 56 years old. She was 62-64 inches tall and weighed around 125-140 pounds. Kathy had brown eyes, that may appear hazel and wore eyeglasses. She avoided driving at night. She underwent a hysterectomy in 2013 that left her with an abdominal scar. She had a bad left knee cap with noticeable scarring from where a wire was placed to keep the knee together. She had been losing her blonde, graying hair and wore a wig. Her family believes she had been recently diagnosed with a serious medical condition in 2014, although she had not disclosed any details of an illness to them.

Kathy packed up her things and left her husband at their home in Lapeer, Michigan, in May 2014 after receiving social security disability with back pay. CORRECTION: She received supplemental security income with back pay. She drove her 2003 gray Chevrolet Impala with Michigan tag 2JS N90 to her son’s home in Gulf Shores, Alabama arriving in the end of May 2014.

On June 17th, 2014, she left Alabama after finding out she would not be able to receive her SSI checks. Her wig was left behind at her son’s home. According to family, a missing person’s report was filed and her children have not spoken to her since she left Gulf Shores.

But in late August 2014, Kathy called her father from St. Thomas Rutherford Hospital in Murfreesboro, Tennessee where she was receiving treatment for unknown reasons. This is the last time anyone heard from or saw Kathy.

Her NamUs case file has Murfreesboro Police Department as the investigating agency and her missing person’s report was filed February 27th, 2015.

What did Kathy do for 2 months with no incoming money? How did she end up in Murfreesboro?

Where is Kathryn Ott?

Barbie.avi

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From Reddit:

Allegedly found on a computer in a dumpster, the whole clip remains mysterious.

An amputee can be seen on camera, she gets emotional throughout the video. During the video text can be seen which says B.I.I.D after analysis it was found out this stands for Body integrity identity disorder, this is a disorder which makes people feel as if they need to have there limbs amputated because they believe they do not belong on their body.

People have speculated that the woman is discussing her next operation with rogue doctors.

Jessica Haddix

From Reddit:

Jessica Haddix, 29, went missing in late April of 2009 from the Perry County area of Kentucky. In early May of the same year, her body was found in the Knott County area on an old strip mining area. She was wrapped in a tarp and stuffed in a drain pipe. I don’t think they ever released her cause of death, but IIRC she was killed around the same time she was reported missing.

She was last seen arguing with her ex-husband, who she had been living with. Jessica had two kids, one with this ex. She was reportedly threatening to leave him and was planning on taking their son with her. Her ex was also seemingly abusive. Jessica had even showed up to her daughter’s soccer game with a black eye on time.

After she was last seen, her ex-husband was seen on camera using her food stamp card at a local grocery. Her car was found not far from his house.

A local woman who did Jessica’s taxes tried calling her, not knowing that Jessica was already missing and presumably dead. She was calling to inform Jessica that she needed to come in and sign some papers. Jessica’s ex-husband answered the phone and simply said Jessica was not there, and hung up.

After her body was found, her ex-husband received custody of their son. The woman who tried calling Jessica reported the phone call to the police, and they said they would look into it. They never followed up with woman.

Most people are convinced her ex-husband killed her to stop her from taking their son.

His parents were well known, and had many connections in the community. The investigation into her death was virtually non-existent, and it seems to point to a cover up by the local PD. It seems plausible, because how do you put no effort into what seems to be a murder that seems easily solvable? No DNA tests were ran, ex-husband has no alibi, no arrests were made and nobody was thoroughly questioned. So was it shotty, inexperienced officers? Or a cover up?

Her daughter was barely 9 years old and her son wasn’t even a toddler when their mother was murdered. They had to grow up without a mom. Jessica and her family deserve justice.

Missy Bevers

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From Reddit:

On April 18th, 2016, 45 year old fitness instructor, Terri Bevers (who often went by the name Missy) was brutally murdered inside Creekside Church located in Midlothian, Texas in the early hours of the morning.

At the time, she was getting preparations ready for a fitness class — Camp Gladiator — before her students were to arrive at 5 in the morning. Once class was soon to begin, that’s when Missy’s students discovered her lifeless body. Her death was caused by puncture wounds to the head and chest.

As the investigation went underway, the police discovered surveillance footage [inside the church] with the suspect dressed in tactical gear [SWAT]. This person was dressed to the nine, from the vest, pants, boots and even a helmet, along with a hammer that was used for Missy’s murder.

This is where things became peculiar. Whomever this POI is, they had a very unorthodoxed and unnatural posture/stance, especially when walking aimlessly. Whether this was intentional or not, it cannot be confirmed.

Nevertheless, this footage did allow the police to build a timeline of events.

Surveillance shows the suspect inside walking around casually and opening the many doors. Not only that, this incident took place at approximately 4:15 in the morning, just 45 minutes before Missy’s class was to start.

Although presumed to be male, officers are still unsure on the gender of this individual. Subsequently, investigators started to look into Missy’s personal life. Due to search warrants the police were able to find — possible — motives.

Missy was a mother of three kids and having a lot of troubles financially and with her marriage, specifically on her part with unfaithfulness. Texts and other forms of messages found her being flirtatious with another male(s?). With that being uncovered, police finally had their biggest break in the case, yet unfortunately that avenue didn’t provide any substantial clues that would help determine Missy’s killer.

Missy’s husband, Brandon, told police he strongly believes that the murderer is a female and knew her on some form of personal basis. Furthermore, he suggests that this unidentified person attempted to make this tragedy look like a burglary gone wrong, mainly due to surveillance showing this individual opening doors and breaking glass windows.

The strangeness of this case didn’t stop there, however. A few days after the murder had happened, Missy’s father-in-law, Randy Bevers, went to the dry cleaners bringing in a women’s XXL long sleeve shirt covered in blood. He told the employees that it was merely from a Chihuahua dog that was recently injured and taken to a vet.

Out of suspicion, employees contacted the police and the shirt was subjected to DNA testing for evidence. Nonetheless, the vet was able to confirm this incident. Although the shirt became ruled out, investigators still had their eye on Randy.

More interestingly enough, Randy, the father-in-law, is roughly the same height and weight of the stranger captured on surveillance. While this crime was making its coverage on various television news channels, the family of Missy were brought into the public eye.

During a particular broadcast, the father-in-law was interviewed. As such, many people noticed that his demeanor was slightly different in terms of emotion. Not only that, the way Randy walked was practically identical to the POI in the surveillance footage. Eight months has since passed by and despite all of this information, the case is still unsolved as of today, December 28th, 2016, and no updates have been made that’s been released to the public. Missy’s murderer is still free.

I think this case deserves a lot more attention than it’s receiving. Whether the killer is a male or female, I cannot say for certain. That being said, in my eyes, this case should be solvable. I can’t fathom the notion of this simply being an act of sheer randomness.

To me, it was methodical, deliberate, and personal, with the killer knowing Missy on a level of friendship or simply acquaintances in one way or another. This unidentified person had an idea of Missy’s schedule and planned their attack accordingly. I’m hopeful this case will be solved soon.

More footage of a strange vehicle driving around the area before the murder:

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Here is a chilling comparison to the gait of the person on surveillance footage and Missy’s father in law:

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Gareth Williams

A spy who was found dead locked inside a gym bag in his own apartment.

Jennifer Kesse

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From Wikipedia:

Jennifer Kesse was last seen on January 23, 2006, at approximately 6pm, leaving her place of employment, Westgate Resorts, in Ocoee, Florida. That evening she made several calls to family and friends; the last call around 10 p.m. was to her boyfriend. Typically, Jennifer would call or text her boyfriend every morning on her drive to work to talk and wish him a good day. On the morning of January 24, Jennifer never called or sent a text message. Any call to Jennifer’s phone went directly to voice-mail. When Jennifer failed to arrive at work that morning, her employer contacted her parents, who immediately made a two-hour drive from their home to her residence. Her parents noticed that her car was missing, but upon entering her condo, they saw nothing that looked out of the ordinary. Evidence at her residence, including a wet towel and clothes laid out, indicated that Jennifer was at home the morning of January 24 and had showered and dressed for work.

Alistair Wilson

From Reddit:

Alistair Wilson, he was shot on his door step in Nairn, Scotland in 2004. His wife answered the door to a small, stocky man who asked for her husband by name. Once Alistair got to the door the man handed him an envelope, which Alistair took inside for a brief moment and then came back out and was shot dead by the unidentifed man. Who took the envelope with him.

The silent twins

From Reddit:

June and Jennifer Gibbons were identical twins born to a Caribbean couple in 1963. The family moved to Haverfordwest, Wales, shortly after the children’s birth. From the time they learned to speak, June and Jennifer had a particular high-speed patois that made it difficult for people to understand them. Being the only black children at their school, they were frequently bullied by their peers. The bullying led to their special language becoming even more irregular, to the point where no one could understand what they said.

At 14 they were sent to separate boarding schools, to encourage them to thrive on their own. Both girls became catatonic and were quickly reunited. Following their reunion, they spent several years locked in their room, playing with dolls, putting on operas for one another, and writing.

They wrote several short stories that they self-published. The stories tend to revolve around criminality and sex. After the stories failed to garner any attention, they left the confines of their room and started living in the real world. They continued to speak with no one but each other. They started committing crimes such as arson, theft, and assaulting one another. A judge ruled that they need to be committed, and they were sent to Broadmoor Hospital, where they remained for 14 years.

In 1993 it was decided that the twins would be transferred to Caswell Clinic, a lower-security facility. When the twins arrived at Caswell, Jennifer was found to be unresponsive. She was rushed to the hospital but later pronounced dead. The cause of death was acute myocarditis or a sudden inflammation of the heart. No drugs or poisons were found in her system.

A few days after Jennifer’s death, June was reported to say, “I’m free at last, liberated, and at last Jennifer has given up her life for me.”

Bill & Dorothy Wacker

From Reddit:

Bill and Dorothy Wacker lived in a small town in Stark County, Ohio in the same house they have lived in for most of their 48 years of marriage. Despite being quiet, unassuming people, they’ve been subject to a campaign of harassment which began in 1984. On January 16, 1985, their home was ransacked. Though this had happened twice before, Bill informed the sheriff this time. In July of that year, Dorothy was home alone, recovering from heart surgery, when she heard a knock on the door. She didn’t recognize the visitor but allowed him in to use her phone, as he told her that his car broke down somewhere down the road where she couldn’t see it. After making the call and saying goodbye, she believed he had left. However, he was actually still in the house and managed to sneak up behind her and knock her out with a blow to the head. She woke up bound and gagged on the kitchen floor. She managed to crawl to an open window and alert her neighbors, who called emergency services. She was not seriously injured from the ordeal, but Bill returned home to find some possessions stolen: a .22 caliber revolver, an antique watch, a movie camera, and a radio scanner. In the dining room, the message “cheaper, but will do” was scrawled in crayon on the wall. About four months after the assault, Bill found the revolver on the front porch, wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. Over time, the other three objects were quietly returned as well. Notes left by harasser Notes left by the harasser The harasser began calling the house, sometimes threatening them with violence and sometimes simply breathing deeply. Changing their phone number several times failed to make the calls stop. The harassment began to escalate. Occasionally after dark, they would hear a series of banging on the side of their house, though they never saw or heard anything unusual when they’d check outside. Eventually, they put up a security light but later found a note on their front porch saying “your lightz are a laugh.” Periodically, notes began appearing on the front porch, threatening and mocking them. Police noted that the uneven, jagged style of the writing appeared to be due to someone using their non dominant hand to write, as if to conceal their handwriting style. No fingerprints have ever been found on the notes. On the night of October 27, 1993, another attack on Dorothy sent her to the hospital with skull lacerations. Police searched the neighborhood and questioned residences but failed to find any clues or witnesses.

Why would someone stalk and attack this old couple? What are your thoughts and theories?

Candace Hiltz

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From Reddit:

Candace Hiltz was a seventeen year old single mother, a junior at Brigham Young University and a newly accepted student to be at Stanford Law School. She dreamed of becoming a Supreme Court Justice. She had a brilliant level of intelligence, a ferociously protective personality and a great affinity for the law. All of that was destroyed when she was brutally murdered. Her family sought answers, but ultimately discovered that the men charged with solving her murder may have in fact been involved in it.

On August 10th, 2006, a Deputy from the Fremont County Sheriff’s Department in Colorado arrived at the Hiltz family home. He questioned Dolores Hiltz in regard to the whereabouts of her son, James. Sometime during the questioning, Dolores’ daughter Candace became angry by his demeanor and told him to leave. The Deputy threatened to arrest Candace, who then threatened to expose him for taking bribes from local drug dealers.

Three days later, the Hiltz family dog went missing. It was later found tied to a tree and had been killed with a hatchet or small ax. Two days later, on August 15th, Dolores left the home to run some errands. She arrived home three hours later and found her granddaughter unsupervised and crying in her crib. There were pools of blood on the floor and drag marks. Dolores made the grisly discovery of Candace’s body. She had been shot multiple times, wrapped in a green comforter and shoved beneath a bed.

The investigation was shoddy from the beginning, with the lead investigator being the same Deputy who had the verbal altercation with Candace just days earlier. The crime scene wasn’t protected and sealed, evidence was left behind and the prime suspect was Candace’s brother, James. After he was apprehended, he was charged with for breaking into a home and stealing some items, but not the murder of his sister. Over the next ten years, no new leads were developed nor evidence discovered. The Hiltz family and the Fremont County Sheriff’s Department engaged in a rather public exchange of contradictory statements.

Candace’s autopsy showed she had been shot by two to three different weapons and at least two assailants as several shots were projected into her front and back simultaneously. However, there were several errors and contradictions in the report. Then, out of nowhere, a man who purchased an abandoned storage unit discovered vital pieces of evidence related to the murder which had been stolen from evidence and kept there but the Deputy who ran the entire investigation, the very one who had that altercation with Candace.

Theories began to build up accusing the Sheriff’s department of a cover up and even of being complicit in the murder itself. The lead investigator retired amid a torrent of accusations, and just months after, was brought up on charges for his mishandling of evidence as well as tampering with official paperwork.

Was Candace Hiltz murdered in a random act of violence? Did the father of her daughter lash out and take her life? Did her brother James lose control and murder his own sister? Or did the lead investigator play a much more vital role in the very murder he was investigating?

Nacole Smith

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On June 7, 1995, 14 year old Nacole Smith left her home in Deerfield Apartments in Southwest Atlanta to walk to school with her sister and a friend when she forgot her book report. She left her friends and took a shortcut through the woods back to her home when she was attacked by a man who assaulted her and shot her. Security guards in the area found her at 9:20 AM but her killer was long gone.

Several years later on June 20, 2004, a 13 year old girl was preparing for Father’s Day in East Point, Georgia. She was lured by a man into the woods on Connally Drive where he then assaulted her. She was able to escape and get help. DNA linked this man to the 1995 murder of Nacole Smith. This crime occurred 3 miles away from the first.

The second victim provided investigators with a description of the man. The black man appeared to be in his late 20s to early 30s, was 5-feet-10 inches tall and weighed approximately 190 pounds. He had a medium complexion, a gap in his front teeth, and was wearing round, gold-framed glasses, according to police.

In the “On the Case” episode, the detectives working on the case stated that they believe the man is someone from the area. The detectives were able to obtain school records for the day of Nacole’s murder and they were able to narrow down the male students who were absent from high school that day. One man named Steven Boris (sp?) piqued their interest because he was arrested for statutory rape and false imprisonment. They were able to interview him and he willingly offered up his DNA. His DNA did not match.

It’s really scary that this man has never been caught in all these years. I assume he didn’t stop after the second crime unless her escaping spooked him. The detectives seem convinced that the man is someone in the area but what’s the likelihood he’s not from the area? He’s pretty distinctive looking (if the sketch is accurate) so I don’t see how he could go unnoticed in the area.

Relisha Rudd

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From Reddit:

Relisha Rudd is a young African American girl who disappeared from Washington DC in approximately 2014. Relisha Rudd stayed at a homeless shelter in DC with her family where her mother, Shamika Young, handed over her daughter (allegedly) to Kahlil Malik Tatum, the janitor there. The last day Relisha Rudd was seen alive was March 1, 2014. Due to many missed absences from her school, a school counselor calls DC Child & Family Services Agency to inquire about Relisha’s repeated absences as she had missed more than 30 days. Shamika Young, excused her absences by noting that Relisha was ill per “Dr. Tatum”.

TIMELIME:

February 26, 2014, Relisha is seen walking toward a room in the Holiday Inn Express on Bladensburg Road, NE.

March 1, 2014: Last day Relisha was seen alive. There are no other confirmed sightings of Relisha or Tatum together after this date

On March 19, 2014 a social worker calls, Tatum in order to set up a meeting, however Tatum does not show. The social worker finds out that “Dr. Tatum” is actually a janitor.

On this day DC police begin a missing-person investigations. Around 9 PM an officer tries to call Tatum’s cell however it is powered down and never gain activated.

On March 20, 2014 somebody returns to the motel and finds Tatum’s wife, Andrea Tatum, dead. The source indicates that he helped Tatum do internet search for a handgun.

March 31, 2014, Tatum is found dead in a park in DC.

So what happened to her? Where did Relisha go in the thirty days she was missing?

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