The day of June 6, 1996, had been a busy one for the Routier family of Rowlett, Texas. Father Darin put the family’s infant son in his crib and bade goodnight to his wife Darlie and two sons, Damon (5) and Devon (6), who were sleeping together downstairs in the rec room. He went upstairs to the bedroom and went to sleep.
Darin was startled awake some time later by the sound of his wife Darlie screaming for help. Dashing downstairs, Mr Routier discovered a scene of utter carnage; his two sons bleeding heavily from knife wounds, his wife screaming hysterically with a knife injury of her own, and the kitchen in shambles. Darlie gasped incoherently about an intruder standing over her with a knife and his escape from a window in the utility room. Darrin Routier bravely tried to administer CPR on his sons, but it was too late; both boys had died by the time police and ambulance services arrived. The cause of death was determined to be punctured lungs due to knife wounds, and the deaths ruled a homicide.
Darlie was taken to hospital to have the slash wound on her neck treated. She was still hysterical, but managed to tell the same story about a medium-tall intruder dressed in black clothes and a baseball cap mounting her as she slept on the sofa. She denied hearing the intruder kill her sons, and admitted to picking up the knife the killer had dropped on the floor. The only motive for the crime that she gave investigators was simply ‘Robbery’.
Police carefully combed the Routier house for any clues that might prove useful. Immediately investigators noticed certain conflicting details:
- Darlie claimed the killer was an intruder whose motive was robbery, but the murder weapon was an ordinary kitchen knife that belonged to the Routier home.
- Despite the robbery going awry, the attacker didnt take anything with them; several peices of expensive jewelery was on the kitchen counter and Darlie’s purse was in the same room. The kitchen was noticably shambolic as if someone had hurriedly tried to stage the room to look as if it had been robbed.
- The window and broken screen the intruder was supposed to enter and exit the house from was free from bloodstains and disturbances, and the soft ground bore no fresh tracks. The offender would have been covered in blood from the brutal attack, yet there were no reports of suspicious persons or discarded clothing at any point during the investigation.
- A Luminol test administered during the crime scene examination showed several blood spatters and a childs bloody handprint had been wiped clean from the leatherette sofa suite. A flower vase had also been wiped down and arranged to look as if it had been knocked to the floor. A bloody scrap of towel was discovered, and sections of the kitchen counter had been scrubbed. Someone had tried to destroy evidence, but why?
It became apparent to police that Darlie Routier had something to hide, especially when she adamantly stuck to her story about the intruder. As they delved deeper into her life and marriage, a different picture of the pretty blonde housewife began to emerge. Darlie had suffered from post partum depression, she had voiced her frustrations over coping with her children, and - most interestingly of all - that she and Darrin were facing banktrupcy and a lifestyle change. Darlie liked nice things, and didnt want to settle for a more modest standard of living. The marriage grew tense and stressed, until finally it all came to a head; in the most hellish way possible.
While police focused their interests on Darlie, the mother herself was causing a stir amongst her family and friends. Nurses at the hospital who treated her said she didnt seem particularly perturbed over the deaths of her sons and appeared “bored and disinterested” whenever anyone tried to console her. When the family got together, everyone cried except Darlie; nobody ever saw her shed a single tear, and she talked more about wanting to replace the carpet and pick out new curtains than she did about the funeral arrangements. On the day the Routiers bade farewell to their sons, Darlie remained stoic yet was heard whispering “I’m sorry” to the boys caskets.
When the media interest waned, police again moved to make a case against Darlie. They seized the dispatch call for the night the boys died and collected photographs of the chaotic crime scene. Even when they believed they had enough evidence, investigators waited for the grieving mother to mis-step.
Some months later Darlie and Darrin organized a posthumous seventh birthday party for Devon at his graveside. TV crews converged to film the event, and soon the grave was crowded with presents, flowers, and soft toys. To the horror of everyone present, Darlie produced a can of Silly String and sprayed it all over her dead son’s grave as the priest delivered a speech. Darlie passed it off as having fun, but many thought it inappropriate behavior from a bereaved parent. The police certainely did. They arrested Darlie four days later and charged her with two counts of capital murder.
Darlie Routier was now literally on trial for her life. The prosecution presented a solid case against her, and successfuly painted her as a callous social climber and neglectful mother. The defense retaliated by rehashing the intruder story and reiterating how much she had loved her sons. Despite their valiant efforts, Darlie Routier was found guilty of murdering her two sons and sentenced to Death Row, where she still resides. Her case has sparked calls for criminal reform, and there is still a solid percentage of the American population that believes a miscarriage of justice has occured, and Darlie is innocent.
Homicidal somnambulism is a phenomenon which describes the act of unconsciously killing someone during a phase of sleepwalking. The state the sleepwalker is experiencing is referred to as automatism, meaning an act is carried out unintentionally by the person in the midst of the process. There have been a lot of discussions regarding the topic due to the fact that notable cases used sleepwalking as a legal defense. One such case is that of Scott Falater. On the night of January 16, 1997, Falater had stabbed his then wife, Yarmila Falater, 44 times with a hunting knife and would later push her into their swimming pool. Falater said he had no memories of the incident and therefore was seemingly surprised by the gruesome scene at their property. When tried for the murder of his wife, Falater was confronted with the strong evidence against him. The prosecution noted that Falater somehow managed to change his clothes and to hide the murder weapon with putting it in a container and the container in a trash bag, later placing it in the trunk of his car. On June 24, 1999 Scott Falater was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Falater’s actions were deemed too complex and detailed to have been carried out during sleepwalking. It is a fact that the most curious things can happen while sleepwalking and there have been reports ranging from sleepwalkers doing simple day to day tasks during sleepwalking such as watering plants or cooking, over to accidental death cases.
I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve
I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep
Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them
i needed a second picture for that selfie post and that screenshot was the first thing i thought of i havent played that game in ages but i still vividly remember getting extremely excited when i saw one of the wives in it had a knife and shes actually called oni wife
My World - Everybody wants a piece of my world, everybody wants a piece of my... ass.
Bite Your Rhymes - All my life, under the knife, kiss my ass, kissin' my wife, I said all my life under the knife makin' me so... metal. Don't forget I'm the shit 'cause I reign supreme in my own backyard.
Molly - Molly was a good girl and she knew the reasons why so when she went back in the bathroom she would never come outside. She was a good girl and it felt great to be a liar.
Played - I'm big enough to make up for all that I never really did. So happy. I have lost my edge.
Frying Pan - Out of the frying pan and into the fire, no one knows me 'cept me and my mother. Out of the frying pan into my Mercedes, this is the dope shit for me n' my lady.
Mark David Chapman - We all want to swindle kids out of their money, if you're still doing this 'cause you believe in it, you are so fucking lame.
What Do They Know? - For what it's worth, I'd do it again. With no consequence I will do it again. Hard up, so hunt me down (down, down), jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the ground.
Bomb This Track - I wanna take a chance deep in your underpants, all my little girls, everybody, kiss my ass. Bomb this track, disrespect, no regrets.
Cocaine and Toupees - I've been frank enough and in the way I have returned it to yo yo yo you. My got me right where I want, my got me very very hot because it's ON.
This Isn't Good - All along I knew better and that was my first mistake. This isn't good and neither is this. Multi A, Multi B, Vitamins. Please save me a fucking spine 'cause I gave mine away.
Wack! - I wonder when I'll stop being good at this, was I ever good at this? I know it's shit but it is something I will not admit, too fucking bad for you. Me likes watching it go down in flames.
Brooklyn Hype - No way in hell I can compete with this, I know I hit the bottom because all my friends are in it. Yo does it make y'nervous?
Please paint a dystopian vision of various nursery rhymes. Little Miss Muffet is being devoured by a giant spider, while Little Bo Peep is searching frantically for her lost sheep, unaware that the owl and the pussycat – orchestrating an elaborate sheep-rustling operation – have made off with them in a boat, laughing manically in the process. Jill is trying to heal Jack’s wounds with little luck, and a cow, having leapt over the moon, has landed on all the king’s horses and men, rendering them unable to even attempt to fix Humpty. The three blind mice are hiding in various parts of the picture, and a knife wielding farmer’s wife is hunting them down.
Defence solicitor David Edwards, 51, was found murdered in his bed in Lancashire, UK. The cause of death was determined to be a stab wound through the heart, although a further 60 unrelated injuries were uncovered upon examination. Although Edwards had only married his wife Sharon 2 months before, accounts from friends and colleagues describe their union as anything but happy. Sharon allegedly slapped her husband in public and humiliated him in front of friends, who reported to have noticed visible scratches and bruises on David leading up to his death. Sharon, who describes herself as a ‘loving wife’, insists that while she may have been holding the kitchen knife, David accidentally walked into it. Despite her claims, Sharon is accused of her husband’s murder, and the case is currently on trial.