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Orc_Slayer✙ ꑭ ∆ :

Some of us aint joking😭✌️

ً :

I feel like this is a safe space to confess, She’s in lake Powell I’m getting anxious I hope the lake doesn’t dry up too much and show where she is it’s only been two years since it happened I watch the news every night got money saved up a fake passport thinking of going too New Zealand barley anyone knows of that country so I should be safe right.. it was an accident

joelen :

U forgot to put pov

stanley tucci juicy coochie :

She’s in Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I drive by, just to make sure. I don’t want the currents to shift and for something to… resurface. The water covers everything—for now. It’s only been eighteen months. The nights feel longer lately, or maybe it’s just my guilt chasing me with a stopwatch. I’ve taken precautions. A new name, clean documents, even a more practiced smile. Canada’s always been an option. Cold, remote, discreet. But I can’t leave Miami just yet… not until I’m certain I left no trace. The news hasn’t said a word. Not a single mention. That’s good. Silence means safety… right? It was an accident. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself when I dream of blood on my hands. Again.

✨💫🏈 :

She’s somewhere in the Miami canal. I don’t get too close, but sometimes I drive slowly on the highway just to see if everything still looks… the same. The water level has dropped a bit. That makes me nervous. I haven’t slept well in months. I still hear the sound of the impact some nights. It was quick. I don’t think she even saw it coming. I changed jobs. Deleted my socials. Sold the car. I have an escape route planned in case things go wrong. I spend hours looking at the map. Colombia seems like a good option. Jungle, heat… no one asks too many questions there. Nothing’s come up in the news. Not a word. That’s good. Silence is the only sign I have that things are still under control. And yet… I keep thinking about what I did. It was an accident. At least that’s what I try to believe.

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 🎡 :

One of yall ain’t lying 😭😭😭

🎭 :

Amelia Smith I met her on tinder blond beautiful , gorgeous eyes we started to talk for weeks and then we decided to meet up at a dennys then she went back to my place and she kept talking about an awful odor but that odor was from my deceased dog that was under the couch from months ago when I went to the bathroom she decided to look around and check the couch then she decided luckily I was watching through the cameras and I came in with a hammer I bashed all of her fingers and tied her up in my attic I forced her to eat the deceased dog then I just started to rip each of her fingers nails and toe nails and fed it to her for her dessert to bad for her she wasn’t too obedient so I just let my dog tear a piece of her flesh and fed it to him she kept screaming and eventually when I went to go on a jog I saw her on the cameras trying to escape I quickly ran back home and she had a knife but due to her injuries she couldn’t do anything much so we just decided to skin her alive and put her in acid bath she cried and screamed in agony but too bad no one heard or came to her rescue and ever since this day I always kept her pretty blond hair with me

thismylasttimedoingts :

at least she won’t say no this time

♯┆𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬.𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 .ᐟ ˙⋆✮ :

is this a silent hill reference

Dario :

it’s different feeling watching ts at 1 AM

# :

yeah bro happens almost every day i hate it

Ry :

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Skullslicer_WT :

She’s in Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I drive by, just to make sure. I don’t want the currents to shift and for something to… resurface. The

Brotato Chip • Following :

She’s in Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I drive by, just to make sure. I don’t want the currents to shift and for something to… resurface. The water covers everything—for now. It’s only been eighteen months. The nights feel longer lately, or maybe it’s just my guilt chasing me with a stopwatch. I’ve taken precautions. A new name, clean documents, even a more practiced smile. Canada’s always been an option. Cold, remote, discreet. But I can’t leave Miami just yet… not until I’m certain I left no trace. The news hasn’t said a word. Not a single mention. That’s good. Silence means safety… right? It was an accident. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself when I dream of blood on my hands. Again.

sam :

big leagues are calling vro

Sunkissed 𖣂 :

Woah woah woah

Jason :

⛹️‍♂️⛹️‍♂️ :

I know most people in the comment section are just playing around, talking big about killing, skinning, torture, all that edgy internet noise. But I’m not like them. I don’t joke. I am a killer. A real one. And not the sloppy kind that ends up in a headline. I’m surgical. Quiet. Precise. I don’t do it for anger or revenge. I do it because watching someone unravel, watching that last flicker of hope leave their eyes, it’s beautiful. It’s…art. And the best part? I’ll never be caught. I’m ten steps ahead of everyone. Cops, feds, even the wannabe detectives online. I see them. I read their theories. All wrong. Every time. Because I’m smarter. Smarter than all of you. This isn’t a cry for attention. This is a statement of fact. And trust me, when you finally realize who I am, it’ll already be too late.

Steven112902 :

Y’all one day our comments are going to be featured in a documentary while we all thought it was a joke 😭

duhhitschiya :

why is this so relatable..

Rooni🦂 :

I feel like i shouldnt confess over here but she’s buried under the walterdale bridge in edmonton I’m getting anxious I hope the snow doesn’t make the water and land freeze too much and show where she is it’s only been 8 months since it happened I watch the news every night got money saved up a fake passport thinking of going too New Zealand barley anyone knows of that country so I should be safe right.. it was an accident i think

️ :

She’s somewhere in the Miami canal. I don’t get too close, but sometimes I drive slowly on the highway just to see if everything still looks… the same. The water level has dropped a bit. That makes me nervous. I haven’t slept well in months. I still hear the sound of the impact some nights. It was quick. I don’t think she even saw it coming. I changed jobs. Deleted my socials. Sold the car. I have an escape route planned in case things go wrong. I spend hours looking at the map. Colombia seems like a good option. Jungle, heat… no one asks too many questions there. Nothing’s come up in the news. Not a word. That’s good. Silence is the only sign I have that things are still under control. And yet… I keep thinking about what I did. It was an accident. At least that’s what I try to believe.

🇵🇷 :

Some of u deadass not lying yo💔😭🥀

￶⃟ :

You know I’ve always thought about my first victim how he was begging for my mercy and if I let him live then I maybe I would feel something other than this empty pit and shell maybe I would be more human. I don’t know maybe those people would now have families and be happy with their kids but I ruined them disfigured them sometimes I think I shouldn’t have done it you know?