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𝕾𝕰𝕱𝕹𝕬𝕵 :

Then I sleep even more peacful

💲 :

This trend is getting a bit too real.

GEORGIE🤓 :

“AHHH AHH AHH AHHA HHH”

Ki2d :

I feel like this is a safe place to confess. 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.

Jkrb.prodz13 :

Ashton Sky :

you in TikTok: 😈 you in real life: 🤓

Maxkiller89🇨🇦🇸🇪 :

one of us isn’t joking

𝒴𝒶𝓈ℴ :

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.

Zaysojr :

no cap i uhh nvm 😞

/home/zylang :

2022 speed WASN'T ok

zakki :

I swear one of you isn't lying 🥀💔

Mason glazer :

Where the pov at

Siddy :

one of y'all ain't lying 😭🥀

Seanie_ee :

This is someones life rn 😭😭💔

Anxizen :

Some of you may have seen comments springing up lately, of people pretending to be murderers. Trends like this spread quite quickly. So I thought I’d take this opportunity to tell the world whilst no one is paying attention: I’m a killer. A mass murderer. A cold-hearted taker of life. You probably associate these words with some deranged, sloppy, sociopath who gets a couple kills before being caught. I’m nothing like that. I’m the guy you say “hi!” to while walking to work. I’m the guy who you walk past on the street. I’m the guy who takes your order at a restaurant. Your friend, your neighbour, your family. I’m everywhere. 84. That’s the number of souls I’ve snuffed. Do the math, it’s no easy feat. At this point, maybe you’re wondering why I do it, with some sort of morbid curiosity, and to that, my answer is: Why do you scroll on TikTok? Why do you get out of bed in the morning? Why do you sleep? Breathe? It’s part of my being. It’s as essential to my existence as oxygen, as water. Now, continue on about your usual day. I’ll be out there. Waiting.

harpernevinn :

The fog is coming

￶ :

Where are the other 2?

𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓱🖤 :

just let me syd😭💔

jesus is the only way :

22 april 05:29 2007

A Clips🩸🩸 :

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

𝑬68 :

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.

️ :

I feel like this is a safe place to confess. 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.

Shan :

I met her when I was in college,she was 23 and I am 21, white, blond, 5'6 and she was pretty too, we became close the It's her birtday so she invited me to her house. She was drunk and I know I couldn't let the chance pass by. I took it and went to the woods and there Ididn’t mean for it to happen, but that moment still replays in my head like a broken record today. My hands cold, heavy breathing, satisfaction and joy. For a second, she asked me to stop but I like watching her eat her own skin. Her voice are still in my head from screaming when I forced her to bite her own fingers off, that night in the woods no people can hear us, no network for Emergency. Me and her just enjoying the evening, I still visit her lost lifeless body today, it was rotting and releasing a bad smell around the Forest.

osmosns :

Notice how there isn't a pov

eavrs :

I have been living with a guilt all my life, a guilt and a spirit that has been torturing me, Luz Amparo Cárdenas. I am so sorry for the things I've done and I'm gonna turn myself in...please if anyone of you has the time to visit 1.1457° N 77.1524° W, please its a body of water in Colombia, I am tired I've been running since 1996 from the case, I am truly sorry.