“That day I went back to that apartment, it was like some kind of mystical experience. It was all quiet and still and hot in there. You could smell the dried blood. Particles of dust just seemed to hover in the air. I looked at the place where Jessie had fallen and died, and I got this kind of tingly feeling. …Then my father told me to look in her pocket book for the jewelry my cousin wanted, and I dumped Jessie’s pocketbook on the bed and looked through her things. It gave me the weirdest feeling - I mean, I knew her, and these were her things, and she was dead. Murdered. Gone. And I was touchin’ her things.”
- Richard Ramirez on the murder of his cousin’s wife, Jessie. He witnessed this crime when he was 11 years old.
The first hint that this is a horror movie comes when Chris Pratt’s character, Jim Preston, wakes up from his deep artificial sleep 90 years early. He is understandably distraught at the prospect of spending the rest of his life trapped alone in this suburban-mall-meets-Apple-Store spaceship with only an android bartender named Arthur (Michael Sheen) for company. But then he does something unforgivable– and it needs to be recognized as such.
Between 1984 and 1985, a ruthless serial killer that became known as the “Night Stalker” instilled fear into the hearts of Southern California residents. He entered homes at nights where he would dispose of any men in the house before sexually assaulting, and quite often killing, the women and ransacking the house. Age was of no consideration to this ruthless killer: he raped and killed children and he raped and killed decrepit elderly ladies. Not following much of a particular modus operandi, he used a wide variety of murder weapons. He slashed throats, he bludgeoned, he shot, and he stabbed. On one brutal occasion, he gouged the eyes out of one of his victims.
The downfall of the Night Stalker commenced after the August 25 murder of Bill Cairns and the sodomy of fiancee, Inez Erickson. As he was fleeing, a neighbourhood boy spotted him and reported him to the police, taking down the registration number of the car in which he fled. Three days later, the aforementioned car was discovered discarded in Los Angeles. A run of the registration confirmed that it was a stolen car. The car was delivered to the Orange County Sheriff’s Department where it would be vehemently combed for evidence.
Chemical fumes were pumped into the car and as a result, hidden fingerprints reacted to the fumes and turned white. After the fumes dissipated, the fingerprints were investigated with a high-power laser ray. The fingerprints were then analysed and flown to Sacramento, where an Automated Fingerprint Identification system had just recently been installed. The fingerprints uncovered from the car were run against the database of previous offenders.
“Wear that outfit I like tonight. You know the one.” “I never want to see you talking to them again.” “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I’ve tried to move on, to think about someone else, but you’re always on my mind.” “I’m obsessed with you.” “You looked so precious in your sleep last night.” “Don’t look at me like that; like you’re afraid of me.” “Where were you? You’re thirty minutes late!” “Tell me where you’re going and how long you’ll be gone.” “You’re not leaving the house dressed like that.” “It doesn’t matter where you go. I’ll follow you.” “I can be everything you need if you’ll just give me a chance.” “They’re no good for you.” “I don’t like them. Stay away from them.” “You’ll realize soon enough that no one appreciates you like I do.” “I just want you to love me like I love you.” “Look me in the eyes when I talk to you.” “I see the way you look at them.” “I want you to say you love me. Say it and mean it.” “If you leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do.” “I’m done hiding in the shadows.” “We’re going to be together forever. Just you and me.” “Leave them. Leave them and be with me instead.” “Every time I see you talking to them, it makes my blood boil.” “Are you just trying to make me angry?!” “If you’re on your best behavior, I’ll treat you well.” “Did you find the gifts I’ve been leaving you?” “I was in your room last night. You looked so peaceful.” “I’m sorry I stole your shirt. It still smells like you.” “No one will ever love you as much as I love you.” “If I can’t have you, no one can have you.” “No! Shh, shh, don’t yell!” “I don’t care what your friends have planned, you’re not leaving the house tonight.”
I fucking love Killing Stalking ok it’s the best manhwa ever…. (Believe it or not, it’s not the nastiest thing I’ve ever read. That would be Feeding Lamb) Most is from Sangwoo’s prespective, but some is stalker Bum’s view. Anyways here’s a playlist for the most controversial and problematic ship of the year
A Little Piece of Heaven- Avenged Sevenfold
I Almost Told You That I Loved You- Papa Roach
Body- Mother Mother
Dead Bite- Hollywood Undead
Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge
Stalkers (Slit My Wrists)- Mindless Self Indulgence
today at walker stalker con, a kid with down syndrome came up to jeffrey dean morgan for an autograph. the con was being strict about selfies but JDM crawled under the table to come hug this kid and take photos with him. He told him how amazing his cosplay was and they booped noses together. i sobbed like an idiot. Jeffrey made my day but this story touched my heart so much more. He’s the sweetest man and I’m so glad this awesome kid got this experience today.