Homicide House

Reposted from 25 February 2017

Twenty years ago, there was a quadruple homicide in this house.  The victims were teenagers and they were killed for accusing a young man of stealing a cell phone.

The guilty individual, as well as his two accomplices, were convicted and the house was eventually abandoned.

I drive by this house all the time and this week I was compelled to look inside of it.  It’s hard to describe how I felt entering the house.

There was a mixture of sadness and grief, due to the senseless murders that happened here.  I can’t even imagine how those poor teenagers felt as they realized their lives were coming to an end.  Also, I felt angry.  How can someone be so evil and callused?

I didn’t know the teenagers, but I feel for them and their families.  I wonder what they would have accomplished if their lives were not taken from them.

I left the house with a heavy heart and a lot of questions.

Update:  The house has been torn down since this was originally posted.

 

Everything Can Change in a Second

What can happen in a second?

  • A baby can take their first breath of life
  • A bullet can leave a gun, zoom through the air, and destroy a life
  • A smile can brighten someone’s day and lift their spirits
  • Expressing gratitude can make someone feel special
  • A harsh word, spoken in anger, can break a person’s spirit
  • A hug can bring heeling and peace to a troubled soul

A lot can happen in a second.  We can bring heeling, peace, and love to others.  We can also create destruction, agony, and death.  Every second matters, so use them wisely.

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All Against All by Nathan Allen

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In the future, the ultra-rich control everything.  They sponsor the police department and the government.

For entertainment, the ultra-rich enjoy gambling.  They developed a lottery by sending invites to a group of people.  Those invited have the option to decline or to play.  The last player alive will win several million dollars.

As you can image, some of the lottery players start to murder other players and the police department refuses to investigate.

The story is interesting and wild at times.  The hero’s actions in the end, will make you want to jump up and cheer.  This is a wonderful book and I recommend it.

The Cannibalistic Ghost

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My name is Jason Prescott and my story starts on an ordinary day, doing ordinary things. Isn’t that how these stories always start?

My wife Lacy and I decided to spend our Saturday afternoon checking out local antique stores.  Lacy found a beautiful table.  It was large, made of sold oak, and exquisite looking.  The price tag said the table was marked down to ten dollars; however, it was easily worth a hundred times that amount.

That probably should have been a clue that something was wrong.  In our excitement, we didn’t even think about that and bought the table on the spot.

We put the table in our dinning room and went to bed.  I kept hearing strange noises throughout the night.  It sounded like wind sweeping through tree leaves.  I checked all the windows to make sure they were closed and then I went back to bed.

In the morning, I went into the dinning room and found our new table was covered in a red sticky substance.  I asked my wife about it and she was just as flabbergasted as I was.

We cleaned the table and took the dirty rags to the laundry room.  When we returned our table was once again covered in red sticky stuff and a man was standing next to it.

This was no ordinary man.  I could see right through him, so I figured he had to be a ghost.  His eyes were evil and when he opened his mouth, blood came pouring out of it.

We both screamed and rushed out of the house.

I went to the antique store and asked the owner about the table.  At first she tried to ignore me and kept saying she didn’t accept returns.  Finally, I got in her face and yelled, “What are you not telling me!”

She looked down in shame and said the table belonged to Frank Stein.  Frank was a serial killer that used to cook his victims and serve them to his unsuspecting friends on that table.  He was executed just a few weeks ago.

I was sickened by the very thought of what Frank had done.  I started trembling with fear.  My wife was home alone with the ghost of a cannibal.

I jumped in my car and flew home.  I was speeding out of control and ran every stop sign along the way.  I had to get back as soon as possible.

Part of me was thinking, “This is crazy.  There is no such thing as ghosts.  What could a ghost do anyway?”  I also know what I saw in my dinning room.  I know Frank Stein is in my house and just as evil now as he was when he was alive.

I entered the house and called out to my wife several times, but she didn’t answer.  I approached the dinning room door, I was filled with so much fear my body reacted by vomiting on the floor.  My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to faint.

I slowly raised my hand and opened the door.  There was my wife dead on the table and Frank Stein was standing over her with a fork and a knife.  Frank looked at me with an evil grin. His eyes blazed red and blood was dripping from his mouth.

I screamed and started running toward the front door.  It felt like my legs were made of rubber.  I could feel Frank’s breath on the back of my neck and it smelled rotten.  Somehow, I made it out the door and collapsed in the yard.

Frank stood at the window and started laughing.

I went to the garage and grabbed several cans of gasoline.  I poured the gas all around the house and set it on fire.  It may seem drastic, but I wanted to destroy Frank and everything he touched in the house.

The fire department and the police arrived on the scene.  I was questioned extensively, of course no one believed my story.

I was convicted of murdering my wife and sentenced to spend the remainder of my life in the Shelly Psychiatric Center for the Criminally Insane.

My only comfort is knowing I severed Frank Stein’s tie to this world and he can never harm another person.

The Accidental Hero by Joshua Graham

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Big Pete is a hitman that was hired to kill a local minister.  However, though a series of random events Pete decides to turn himself into the police and tells them about every hit he  performed and every client that hired him.

The story was decent, but seemed a bit silly at times.  Also, I would recommend the author watch a few prison documentaries.  His description of Pete’s life behind bars as a death row inmate is ludicrous, because Pete freely interacts with the general population and is housed with random cellmates.

Children of Shame – A Documentary

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The documentary Children of Shame exposes atrocities committed at a home for unwed mothers in Tuam, Ireland.  The home was founded in 1925 and closed in 1961.

At the time, religion was an important part of the Irish culture.  Purity was viewed as an essential trait and failure to live up to that standard brought extreme shame, so unwed mothers were sent to special homes.

The unwed mothers were forced to live and work in these homes against their will.  They were treated as criminals, even though fornication was not considered a legal crime.

The babies could be put up for adoption by the home, regardless of the mother’s desire to keep her child.  Children remaining in the home were treated poorly.  They were malnourished, abused, and did not receive appropriate medical care.  This resulted in a mortality rate for babies born out of wedlock that was six times higher than the norm.

Legislating morality has been a hot topic in the United States.  For example: should gay marriage be legalized and should birth control be easily available to all women.

However, stories like this one remind me of the dangers of strictly legalizing morality.  The appearance of purity can become more important than people.  The end result is evil acts are committed to hide immorality.