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His name was Damian Luna. I tried telling him it was off limits, going on and on about how he shouldn’t open that door, but he didn’t listen. Now his family has been looking for him for years, putting up posters and begging for answers, while I can’t even look them in the eye. I eventually had to move the bodies elsewhere because the smell became overwhelming. Sometimes I still hear his voice in my head, laughing, thinking it was all just a joke before everything went wrong.If you don’t believe me search him up online

Random user :

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 am a real one, hiding in plain sight.

Aidan :

I gets to a level I think it’s not a joke anymore…

AlexQDH :

theres no pov...

R_ShadowSniper :

no pov...

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those who didn't fall for the blood on the screen👇

eijsjcjcudjwjdhuff :

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.

Like if u love your mom :

look at my name🗿

🫆𖤓 Lewel 🫆𖤓 🇮🇱 :

leg lock is 🍇 btw

Mrjugg500 :

one of yall ain’t joking 💔✌️

rudie main and ali lover :

i have the power (comments)

mac :

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shes barried 38.82210° N, 121.85854° W

dexter morgan :

i hate when this happens

eric ✞ :

tyler robinson

Miku. :

Some of you aint joking💔

Oliviaaa🏳️‍⚧️🇮🇱🎀 :

HELP ME I CHOOSE THE BEAR CUS IM JUST A GIRL💜😭😭

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Is this a safe space?.. I see alot of other confessions, so i would like to say mine. His full name was Ralvaga Ezra Ford. He was a great friend of mine, he was always someone i cared about. However, he was always something that bothered me. He was always ragebaiting, always annoying, always.. Horrible. I’m scared and I feel guilty. Hes somewhere near Erie canal. The water levels have gone down, and it has started to stench horribly. I check on it everyday. I had to spray perfume whilst noone was looking. I wished i could drift away the consequences, but the guilt has loomed over me. Hes rotting. I never wanted to do it to him, he was always a great friend. I can’t even look at his family anymore, as his family cried and begged for their son back. I had to get rid of his other friends that he talked to, as my envy took over. Its his fault. Not mine. Its his fault. This.. Is a picture of his group. I havent deleted it. I dont know why.

🎸 :

Are y'all like.. Ok?

Herjokyonte :

DEXTER STORYLINE now its getting out of hand

yi-sang braindead :

they always say "free"

Berry🍓🫐 (Claire’s #1 fan) :

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.

_aggeelos_ :

Her name was Damian Luna. I tried telling him it was off limits, going on and on about how he shouldn’t open that door, but he didn’t listen. Now his family has been looking for him for years, putting up posters and begging for answers, while I can’t even look them in the eye. I eventually had to move the bodies elsewhere because the smell became overwhelming. Sometimes I still hear his voice in my head, laughing, thinking it was all just a joke before everything went wrong.If you don’t believe me search him up online

aidwntlaikyjudes :

its the fog.

timmy736946 :

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