wrongly convicted


Following the death of their 4-year-old foster son Andrew Burd by toxic salt overdose in 2006, Hannah and Larry Overton were arrested for murder.  Prosecutors claimed that the boy’s death was caused by Hannah forcing him to drink water laced with Cajun spices by way of punishment, and asserted that even when Andrew started to vomit and lose consciousness, the couple waited almost 3 hours before taking him to hospital.  The jury agreed, and Hannah Overton was sentenced to life without parole.  In a separate trial, her husband Larry was charged with criminally negligent homicide, to which he pled no contest and received 5 years deferred adjudication.

However, in 2011, Hannah’s lawyer sought a new trial on the basis that the massive levels of sodium in the boy’s system reported at trial were far greater than the recorded levels at the time of his admission to hospital, where he was given a saline drip as part of the efforts to save his life.  Furthermore, Hannah’s defence lawyers at her original trial failed to call an expert witness who, when interviewed under oath, testified that Andrew had not been poisoned, but had accidentally caused his own death due to his insatiable appetite, a symptom of emotional deprivation syndrome.  In 2015, after 7 years in prison, all charges against Hannah Overton were dropped, and the mother of 5 was released.

Black People Are Wrongly Convicted Of Murder More Often, Data Show
More than half of the 52 people exonerated of murder last year in the U.S. were black, an annual report found. The number of people exonerated also hit a record high for the third year in a row.

A record number of people, at least 166, were exonerated last year after being wrongly convicted of crimes, according to the most recent annual report from the National Registry of Exonerations.

It’s the third year in a row that data collected by a group of law schools showed a record number of exonerations in the U.S. — with 149 in 2015 and 125 the year before that.

Using information on exonerations going back to 1989, the latest report also shows that black people continue to be more likely to be wrongly convicted in America than people of other races. There is no standardized reporting system for exonerations, but the registry is the most complete national data collected on the subject.

Mad: Part 16 (Final)

“We're all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains graphic smut

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One main purpose of the criminal justice system is to protect the innocent. However, with such a flawed system, this isn’t always the case. On 6 September, 1988, 17-year-old Martin Tankleff awoke to discover the bloody bodies of his parents, Arlene and Seymour. Arlene was laying in the bedroom, almost decapitated. Seymour was discovered in his office with a number of stab wounds; miraculously, he was clinging to life. Tankleff soon became the prime suspect after authorities claimed he didn’t look distraught enough, however, Tankleff was still in shock. He was taken in for questioning without an adult present. Disturbingly, authorities told Tankleff that his father had awoke while in hospital and named him as the killer. In fact, Seymour had died without ever regaining consciousness. Brought up to believe that the police were good, honest, people, Tankleff began to question his own memory and question if he could have killed them and then blacked out. “I kept saying, ‘It wasn’t me,’ and they kept saying, ‘We don’t care. Just tell us what we want to hear. We want to know it’s you,’” he says. “You get to a point where you start doubting yourself … you just want to escape that environment.”

Under intense interrogation, Tankleff verbally confessed that he had killed his parents with a barbell and a knife that was discovered in the kitchen. However, he never signed a confession document. After his interrogation, he called family members and told them he had been forced to confess. An investigation revealed that the knife that authorities surmised to be the murder weapon had been used to cut a watermelon - what was believed to be blood, turned out to be juice from a watermelon. There was also no blood or DNA discovered on the barbell. Authorities tried to argue that Tanklett was just good at cleaning up. No physical evidence found in the crime scene pointed to Tankleff being the killer but he was found guilty and sentenced to 50 years in prison regardless.

Skip forward to 2004, Tankleff’s family had hired private investigator, Jay Salpeter, who uncovered a parade of witnesses to corroborate Tankleff’s innocence. Tankleff was granted an evidentiary hearing where a number of witnesses penned Jerry Steueman as the killer. Steueman, who was once Seymour’s business partner, had owed Seymour an abundance of money. Coincidentally, Steueman had been at the card game hosted by Seymour the night of the brutal murders. It was also uncovered that following the murders, Steueman had changed his appearance and even faked his own death and left town. In 2007, all charged against Tankleff were dropped and he was released from prison. In 2014, he was awarded $3.3 million for his wrongful conviction and is currently in the process of setting up a business to help exonerate wrongly convicted inmates. Whoever killed Arlene and Seymour have seemingly escaped justice - at least for now.

Nothing Compares

Anonymous: Imagine you used to be really friendly with Matt (muttering into his ear, squishing his face, talking loudly for emphasis, etc) and him being upset when you stop because you think you’re torturing him once you find out how good his senses are

This is a very cute idea, I hope I did okay for you :)

1523 words. Enjoy xx

Originally posted by kinghardy

“I’ve got dinner,” you called, kicking the office door closed with your foot. Karen and Foggy practically ripped their food out of your hands, thanking you and then sitting down to eat. You always bought the food, keeping those three fed and happy.

You brought yours and Matt’s food to his office and put the bag in front of him. “Here you go, Matty.” You jumped up to sit on his desk as you always did, getting out your sandwich.

“Comfortable?” He joked.

You reached over and ruffled his hair. “Yes, thank you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, reading a case file he and Foggy were working on.

Taking a bite of your sandwich, you listened as Matt started telling you about the case, and how a man was wrongly convicted. He and Foggy were amazing lawyers, you had complete faith that they would help this innocent man.

When he finished explaining, you looked up and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do perfectly, I know it.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/n.” After dinner, he sighed and stood up. “We should probably get home, it’s getting late.”

Waiting at the door, you grinned and intertwined his arm in yours, walking home with him.

Matt was your best friend. You were the one that helped him around if he wanted, and the one who gave him a small pep talk before any hearing. Besides Foggy, of course, there were no two people who were closer friends than you and Matt. Sometimes, you’d find yourself getting even closer to him, and maybe wishing you weren’t just friends.

As you got to Matt’s front door, you have him a hug, and pushed his hair out of his face gently. “See you tomorrow.”

He smiled at you sweetly, “Goodnight, Y/n.” You turned around as the door closed, walking back home with a wide smile on your face.

After one day at the office, you headed towards Matt’s apartment instead of your own. Foggy had told you he was sick today, and that was why he wasn’t in. So, naturally, you decided to go and check on him.

You didn’t think anything of it, walking into Matt’s apartment like you did. It was normal for you two. You were best friends, of course you hung out together. But you never expected to see what you did.

“Oh god-Matt?” Your ran over to the couch where Matt was laying, looking worse for wear.

“Y/n,” he hissed, trying to sit up, but it obviously hurt. Acting on instinct, you reached out and helped him sit straight. You looked over his body in shock. Scrapes ran red over his upper body and arms, even his face. Looking around the room, you saw nothing was out of place. Before you could ask him one of the thousand questions running through your mind, he asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“Foggy said, he said you were sick,” you said distractedly, fear for Matt running through your veins. You could not comprehend how he could possibly be so beaten up. He was a blind man, for goodness sake! “Matt, what’s going on?”

He let out a breath, and pat the seat next to him where his feet had been. “I have some things to tell you.”

You sat down with nearly no hesitation, your curiosity, slight fear, and desire to help Matt any way you could taking hold.

“You know in the papers, how they talk about the Devil of Hells Kitchen?”

You nodded, answering with a short, “Yes.”

“Well, I’m ‘Daredevil.’”

There was a long moment of silence. He must have realized you were not going to say anything, and he began to explain himself to you. He told you about his heightened senses. How he felt things differently, how he heard things differently. How he could see without actually seeing.

You took it all in, sitting quietly. And when he was done, with your thoughts running rampant, you stood up. Rifling through the first aid kit on the table, you began to patch him up, slowly but surely.

He didn’t force you to talk, which was a good thing. You didn’t think you could have formed a word. After hearing about what he could do, and about his senses, you thought back to how you acted around him in horror. The loud talking, all your touches and you guiding him everywhere… It must have been an overload of senses for him. You cringed, feeling horrible. Forget about him not telling you he was Daredevil; he should have stopped you from annoying and torturing him.

You cleaned up the last gash on Matt’s arm, and turned to address him. “Okay.” His head turned toward yours in surprise. “You should have told me, I could have helped you.” He went to say something, but you interrupted. “But it’s okay.”

He licked his lips, looking a little wary. “We’re okay?”

You smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah, Matty. We’re okay.”

You left soon after that, feeling a bit numb. Not sure what to think about everything you’d learned, you fell asleep rather quickly in your apartment.

The office the next day wasn’t tense, exactly, but the usually relaxed and friendly atmosphere was gone. Your day was terrible, to say the least. You had no idea how close you and Matt were until now.

You kept your distance from him all day. Sure, you talked. But the simple touches were gone, and you felt like a part of you was missing. You may not have liked this distance, but you’d do anything to make sure he wasn’t in any pain or discomfort-especially from you.

You came back from getting everyone lunch like you usually did, only to find that Foggy and Karen were gone. Biting your lip, you walked into Matt’s office.

“Hey, I brought lunch,” you said, leaving the bag in front of him. You went to leave but Matt jumped up out of his seat.

“Wait, Y/n.”

You turned around to see him walking towards you. You almost reached out and grabbed his arm to help him, but you stopped yourself before you could. It was like second nature to help him, but now you knew he didn’t need your help. You cursed mentally, folding your arms over your chest instead. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been… Off, today,” he said carefully, not wanting you to leave just yet. You didn’t answer right away, so he kept going. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you my secret. I didn’t want you to be in danger. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You blinked. “No, Matt, this isn’t about you being a vigilante, exactly…”

“But if it isn’t, what else could it be?” He sounded frustrated with himself, and you started to feel a little guilty. “I just want to know, Y/n,” he sounded so upset, and the guilt nearly crushed your heart. “What did I do?” He put his glasses on the desk, now looking directly at you with those damned puppy eyes.

You stared back at him. “No, Matt, it’s not that, honestly. I mean, yeah, I wish you’d told me. And I’m going to worry about you…” You trailed off, watching as he struggled to understand.

“Then what is it? You’re acting different. I don’t know… I miss you.”

Closing your eyes, you sighed in frustration. Your eyes started to sting. “Honestly, Matt? I’m just-I’m probably so annoying to you, and I don’t know why you didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from basically torturing you. You didn’t tell me-you didn’t need help, I mean, all those times…” You trailed off, looking down at the floor and wringing your hands.

A look of understanding and disbelief crossed Matt’s face. “That’s what it is? About my senses? You’re not annoying, Y/n. Not at all.” He reached out for your hands and held them tight. “You’re anything but annoying,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re funny, you’re kind, and you keep me grounded. There’s so much noise,” he gestured around his head, “and if you’re here… You help me to focus. You’re not annoying, I need you. If anything, you help keep me sane.”

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Really?” You needed to hear it again, you didn’t believe it.

Matt smiled softly. “Really.”

Smiling back, you reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, pinching his cheek and making him laugh loudly. It was a beautiful sound that you didn’t know you had missed. “Are we okay?”

He kissed your cheek softly in return, making you blush. “We’re more than okay. Promise.”

You stared at him in awe. “You know, Matt, your senses may be good, but you missed.”

He looked confused for half a second, before you brought his head down to yours, sealing his promise with a kiss.


The rape and murder of a young child is one of the most heinous crimes imaginable, and thankfully a crime that is exceedingly rare. But in early 1990s Mississippi, two such tragedies occurred to two little girls aged just 3-years-old, who lived just three miles apart from one another. The boyfriends of both the girl’s mothers would be convicted of their murders. And almost twenty years later, both men would be proved innocent.

The first crime took place on September 15 1990, when Courtney Smith was taken from her bed in the middle of the night. Two days later she was found in a pond near her home, and Levon Brooks was picked out of a lineup by Courtney’s 5-year-old sister. At trial, he was convicted on the strength of expert testimony that stated bite marks on the little girl were a match to Brooks’s teeth, and he was sentenced to life in prison. 

Just over a year and a half later, Christine Jackson was found under strikingly similar circumstances, this time dumped in a nearby creek. Having babysat Christine and her 2 younger siblings that night, Kennedy Brewer was arrested for her murder. The same medical examiner and dentist who had testified at Brooks’s trial gave evidence at Brewer’s, matching bite marks on the body to Brewer’s dental records. The dentist, who had in fact been suspended from the American Board of Forensic Odontology, made the bizarre claim that all 19 marks had been made using only Brewer’s 2 front teeth (a claim he also made in the trial of Levon Brooks). In spite of this, he was convicted of capital murder and sexual battery on March 24, 1995, and sentenced to death.

In 2001, advanced DNA testing was completed on a semen sample recovered from Christine, which had been deemed insufficient for testing at the time. The tests excluded Brewer, and instead gave the profile of an unknown assailant. The next year his sentence was vacated, but he remained in prison for another 5 years waiting for a retrial to be scheduled. During this time a DNA match was finally made, to original suspect Justin Albert Johnson, a man with a long history of sexual assault. Johnson finally admitted to raping and murdering both Christine and Courtney.

On February 15, 2008, charges against Brewer were officially dropped, and Brooks was released from prison the same day (and subsequently exonerated just one month later). The men filed a joint lawsuit against the medical examiner and dentist that helped secure their convictions, but the suit was dismissed in 2014. For their combined 32 years spent behind bars, the state of Mississipi awarded Brooks and Brewer $500,000 each.

Ava DuVernay Tackling “Central Park Five” for Netflix

Ava DuVernay is adapting the story of the Central Park Five for Netflix. The multihyphenate, currently one of the most in-demand talents in film and television, has signed on to write and direct a five-part miniseries about the notorious case of five young black men wrongly convicted of a brutal rape that took place in Manhattan’s famous park during the spring of 1989.

“The story of the men known as the Central Park Five has riveted me for more than two decades. In their journey, we witness five innocent young men of color who were met with injustice at every turn — from coerced confessions to unjust incarceration to public calls for their execution by the man who would go on to be the president of the United States.”

There’s no denying that the murder of a child is every parent’s worst nightmare, but what if you’re then wrongly accused of that child’s murder? Well that very nightmare happened to James Joseph Richardson, who was wrongly convicted of the murder of seven of his children. On 25 October, 1967, Richardson left his seven children, ranging from two-years-old to eight-years-old in the care of his neighbour, Bessie Reece, as he and his wife, Annie Mae Richardson, went to work for the day. Progressively throughout the day, each child became violently ill. By the next morning, all of the children would be dead. An autopsy revealed that the children had been poisoned. An initial search of the Richardson apartment revealed no poison however the following day, a bag of parathion was discovered in the shed behind the apartment - it wasn’t there the previous day, it was noted. Despite the fact that Richardson was a doting father and that there was no reason for him to kill his children, he was arrested and charged with their murders. Cellmates of Richardson claimed that he had confessed to murdering his children and during a time when racial segregation was high, an all-white jury found this evidence enough to convict him, completely disregarding the fact that the children were fed by Reece, not Richardson. He was sentenced to death.

Richardson remained incarcerated for twenty years. Mark Lane, a well-known trial attorney, decided to take matters into his own hands and began to look into the case. It was revealed that Reece had been out on parole at the time of the murders. What for? She murdered her husband with poison. At the time Reece was living with caretakers as she was suffering from Alzheimer’s. She had confessed to the murder of the Richarson children 100+ times to these caretakers. It was also revealed that the cellmates of Richardson had lied about his confession in return for a lighter sentence. Richardson was eventually released in 1989 and filed a lawsuit for his wrongful incarceration, getting just $150,000. Eventually, in 2014, bill HB 227 was signed into law, meaning that wrongfully incarcerated inmates can be granted compensation for time served. It was estimated that Richardson could be awarded up to $1.3 million, however he hasn’t yet received that compensation.


When 29-year-old Vickie Cushman did not turn up for work on August 11th of 1989,  colleagues knew immediately that something was awry.  Sure enough, when Vickie’s co-worker called round to her apartment to investigate, he found her lifeless body on the floor.  She had been bludgeoned to death. A search of Vickie’s apartment uncovered a letter to local police officer, Scott Hornoff, revealing that the 2 had been having an affair.  Scott, aged 26 at the time, was married and had a young son, circumstances which propelled Hornoff to the forefront of the murder investigation.  However with nothing to go on, he was initially cleared of any suspicion, and for 3 years no headway was made on the case.

As well as items of evidence being mishandled at the scene, other evidence was ignored completely, with blood and clothing never even being sent to the lab.  Instead police spent time and resources on useless ‘evidence’, such as a fingerprint at the scene of the crime which, as it turned out, belonged to the victim herself.  With no other suspects, police soon turned their attention back to Hornoff, and he was called in for questioning.  Satisfied that he was simply going to tell the truth, Hornoff declined the assistance of an attorney, and made his ‘best guesses’ as to answering questions about the night of the murder 3 years ealier.  When his times did not match other witnesses statements taken at the time, Hornoff was interviewed again, yet for some reason this interview was not taped by police.  Eventually he was arrested and found guilty of murder in 1996, despite there being no physical evidence linking him to the crime.  Having stuck by him despite his infidelity, Hornoff’s wife was now pregnant with their third child when he was sentenced to life in prison.

As you can imagine, being a former police officer does not go down well behind bars, and Hornoff was placed in protective custody.  After 6 years of Hornoff’s incarceration, and 13 years after the crime, a man named Todd Barry, Cushman’s former lover, came to the police to confess to her murder. He admitted to bludgeoning her with a ‘small object’ following an altercation, which turned out to be a jewellery box found smashed at the scene.  Amazingly, this jewellery box had never even been viewed as a vital piece of evidence throughout the investigation.  Just days later, Hornoff was released, and Todd Barry was sentenced to 30 years in prison.

The X-Files *is* “Political” (a recap)

This is our show, or at least part of it. It hasn’t changed. Have you?

S1. E2. Fallen Angel

Mulder: Then what can I say? How can I disprove lies that are stamped with an official seal?

Section Chief McGrath: That will be all, Mr. Mulder.

Mulder: You can deny all the things I’ve seen, all the things I’ve discovered, but not for much longer because too many others know what’s happening out there. And no one, no government agency, has jurisdiction over the truth.

Originally posted by itsgeekylife

S2. E6. - Ascension - 2x6

Mr. X: ..Why kill Duane Barry if there was nothing to hide?

Mulder: You mean the government?

Mr. X: There are no answers for you, Mr. Mulder. They only have one policy… Deny everything.

Originally posted by antonya-alex

S4. E9. Tunguska

SCULLY: No, sir. What I am saying is that there is a culture of lawlessness that has prevented me from doing my job. That the real target of this committee’s investigation should be the men who are beyond prosecution and punishment. The men whose policies are behind the crimes that you are investigating.

SENATOR SORENSON: Either you tell us what you know about Agent Mulder’s whereabouts, or you will be held in Contempt of Congress.

Originally posted by i-heart-scully

S5. E2. - Redux II

Section Chief Scott Blevins: Agent Mulder, Agent Scully lied straightfaced to this panel about your death.
Mulder: She lied because I asked her to. Because I had evidence of a conspiracy, a conspiracy against the American people.
Senior Agent: We’ve already heard testimony to these allegations Agent Mulder.
Mulder: AND a conspiracy intended to destroy the lives of those who would reveal its true purpose. To conduct experiments on unwitting victims to further a secret agenda for someone within the government operating at levels without restraint or responsibility, without morals or conscience. Men who pretend to honor as they deceive, the price of this betrayal the lives and reputations of those deceived. Agent Scully…is lying in a hospital bed right now, diagnosed with terminal cancer. A victim of these same tests, conducted without her knowledge or consent. By these same men, who as they try to cover their tracks, who suborne and persecute the same people they have used in their plot,

Originally posted by sixdeadcowshasleftthelibrar-blog

S5. E13. - Patient X

Marita Covarrubias: Under the United Nations Charter - Chapter 7, Articles 39 and 42.
Krycek: (chuckles) Your authority isn’t recognized here. Nor are your lies.
Marita Covarrubias: These are U.N. peacekeepers. This is a mission of mercy.
Krycek: This is a mission of fear. Yours and the men you work for. 

Originally posted by dangerscully

S9. E19. The Truth

Skinner: Thirty government workers are ready to testify they witnessed Mulder push a military officer to his death.

{Agents end up on the run for like a decade because government corruption has wrongly convicted Mulder. That’s… a pretty big political statement. Especially for Scully)

hurricane | jungkook [pt.1]


words: 3.3k
genre: angst. i literally only know how to write angst.
summary: as with the people wrongly convicted of crimes, you felt betrayed, hurt, anger, sadness, as the people you thought knew you, didn’t really at all.

a/n: the oc might not come off as very likeable but i wanted her to be a more realistic character. she’s exhibiting emotions normal people would exhibit if put in the same situation so bear with her, bear with me :) 
also, i’m finally done with finals so i’ll have more time to actually write now and i’m excited to properly run a writing blog.

you’d always been pretty brash. loud, often obnoxious, a little immature. but that was what the people around you loved about you. and it was a side you only managed to show because you were so close to the 7 boys.

it was no secret you could be a little bitchy, one thing you absolutely could not stand was rude people - rude waiters, people on the street who gave glaring looks even when it was obviously their fault for walking into you. but then again, your joking, impulsive mannerisms could also be seen as rude to other people. people who didn’t know you as well. 

and liars - god, liars were just awful people. especially those who lied at the expense of others. you felt for the people wrongly convicted of murder. of course, your situation hardly came close to being put in prison for a crime you did not do, but it felt as dramatic. you felt the betrayal, hurt, anger and sadness of the people around you as those wrongly convicted must have felt as well.

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Just a game pt 10 (FINALE)

When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

…with the death of her friend caused by the evil creature that was Pennywise, the reader is questioned on what she knows about the incident by police officers. But she realises she can’t say it was a monster clown that lives in the sewers, she has to lie if she is to save herself from being wrongly convicted. But it’s the least of her problems for the clown insists on trying everything in its power to keep you in Derry forever, no matter what.

Here we are everyone, the last chapter of this series! Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey, it’s been amazing and we are over 1,500 followers strong! It means a lot to me and I love you all so much! I will be opening requests soon after this fic is uploaded so please feel free to request and/or ask to be tagged in future work! But now let’s get on with this final part…

If you’re reading this but you’re an anti then what the heckle? I’m not in the main It movie tags so how did you get here, hm? Searching for Pennywise fanfictions are we? 👀


You wished their questions would stop and let you scream and cry instead. But that was not to happen, you were to answer where your friend had been last, where you had been last, did you hear anything suspicious or see anything. And you answered them blankly, your eyes glazed over and red rimmed.

You wanted to be alone, to do anything to forget the last moments you had seen of your friend. But it was so fresh and so painful that every time you closed your eyes you would see her struggle, the way she grabbed at the tightened grip around her neck and her legs kicking as the grotesque mouth engulfed her head. The worst part was when her limbs fell limp and her mangled body was revealed. That was something you would remember for the rest of your life.

It was five hours later when you were finally able to leave the station and head to the friend who lived in Derry’s house to stay until tomorrow. There were tickets given to you to make up for your missed flight that day which you were grateful for. Anything to get away from this place. You blamed yourself. You believed it was your fault for being weak against the clown and his advances which ultimately resulted in (bf/n)’s death.

You barely responded to anything your friends said, you simply would stare blankly at the wall in front of you, but not really seeing it though. And when you finally reached you limit, you stood up briskly and clenched your fists.

“I’m sorry. I’m so tired.” You croaked and excused yourself. And that was how you came to be curled up under the covers in your friend’s guest room, the void in your heart aching and tears staining the pillow. Derry was a place of bad luck, of an eternal loss of too many people over the many centuries that the creature in the sewers had existed. And now you and your best friend had suffered at the hands of the bad luck too.

You couldn’t sleep even a wink, your stinging eyes stared blankly at the wall you were facing and laboured breaths pushed past your lips. You wished that the last interaction with (bf/n) hadn’t been arguing. You wished you could have made up and gone to bed with smiles on your faces. But there was no going back, the least you could do for her was to escape the town with her memory for she would never be able to.


Your body shivered at the sound of bells just beyond your bed. The clown had some nerve to show up now and you were more than ready to let him, that thing know it. You shoved the blankets off of your body violently and swung your legs round to let your feet touch the ground and you stood up, turning to the towering figure in the corner. You were seething, rage overpowering your fear as you approached him. He didn’t smile, didn’t show any sign that he even felt emotion at all and you hated that most. He probably didn’t care about what affect his actions had on you. You pointed your finger at him sharply.

“You. How fucking dare you show yourself to me!” You spat spitefully but he didn’t move still. You were directly in front of him and you jabbed your finger into his chest with every word to follow. “How dare you murder my friend, ruin my mind, my soul. I fucking hate you, hate that you fucking exist to scare and intimidate and manipulate people, especially children, and eat them! You’re sickening!”

Something in the creature before you flinched at your words, his expression changing slightly to show a hint of pain but you didn’t care even a little bit. Your anger seemed to boil inside the longer he stood silent.

“Say something you creep!” You snapped, you finger about to jab him one more time but he moved faster, grasping your wrist tightly and pulling you close to his face.

“I am a creature from a place far from here, I have to feed.” He tried but you growled.

“You could just eat anyone except innocents! Fucking criminals instead of children, instead of my friend!” You cried. Pennywise stared into your eyes, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.


You ripped your hand away from his grasp roughly.

“Stop trying to manipulate me!!” You nearly screamed and he paused in surprise. Your chest heaved after your outburst and your head dipped. “it’s just a game. That’s all it is isn’t it?” You questioned him, slowly lifting your head back up. He stared down at you, frozen in place. Clearly he had never been confronted like this before. The choker around you neck had jingled throughout your rant, reminding you it was still there so you grabbed it and yanked it from around your neck and held it up for Pennywise to see. His eyes glowed in alarm and a choking noise bubbled in the back of his throat. You smiled in your delirious state.

“Well I’m sorry, Pennywise, but this game is over.” You sneered and stormed over to the window, pulling it open and tossing the bell outside. It clattered onto the pavement quietly, rolling away in the darkness. You turned back to Pennywise who was watching you carefully, his arms limp at his sides.

“Don’t do this…” he muttered and you clenched your hands into fists.

“Go. Go back to the sewers and have your long rest and by the time you awaken I will no longer be near enough to this place for you to ever bother me again.” You said quietly. And then you noticed how his body had begun to quiver. The quivers and shakes increased until his head shook vigorously, the bells on his suit jangling until saliva flew out from his mouth. You closed your eyes briefly in fear but when you opened them, there was no sign of the clown, not even a small trace.

A knock on your bedroom door brought you out of your trance and you exhaled, walking over to it and opening to reveal your friend’s sleepy but worried face.

“Hey, I heard shouting, are you alright?” He asked and you bit your lip. It was then that you realised you had been crying the whole time, your cheeks wet and your eyes stinging. Now you cried harder, a quiet wail escaping your trembling lips.

“No, no I’m not.” You sobbed and flung your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into his chest. He hushed you gently and rubbed circles on your back to comfort you. For some reason, you felt a weight lifted on your chest. Like everything would be okay eventually. And your new future would begin tomorrow with your departure from Derry forever.


Ten years forward


It rained a lot in Seattle. Nearly every day there would be a full rain shower of a decent amount of rain with at least one heavy down pour a week. You’d adapted to life though and you found it peaceful. You couldn’t really remember anything from 10 years ago, it was very vague and fuzzy and would make you feel uncomfortable so you didn’t bother trying to remember anything.

One thing you had noticed though was romantic relationships never lasted for you. Something just caused a part inside of you to shut down and your feelings would fade and you and your partner would be stuck in a situation neither wanted to be in. You were taking a break now from a guy named Jamie, your relationship barely holding together by a thread.

Sitting on the worn leather couch in your living room, you switched through the channels on the t.v. without really paying attention. It was only when the news channel flashed upon the screen that you let the remote clatter onto the coffee table in front of you and your eyes stared blankly at the screen. You didn’t listen much, only barely taking in the words of the news reporter. That is until a familiar name fell from their lips.

“…in Derry there’s been an alarming increase of missing people, more around the ages of children going missing 17 years earlier than the unfortunate average 27 year gap. Investigators are heading to Derry to try and find out what’s going on….”

Your senses faded out as your mind replayed the words through your head. Missing. Derry. 27 years. It hurt. Your brain felt as though it was pressing against your skull, making you wince. You shook your head and grabbed the remote, switching the television off and standing up to leave the living room. You decided to busy yourself with boxes from where you hadn’t unpacked when you first moved here. You didn’t mind doing such a mundane task because it wasn’t as though you were going anywhere in the rain anytime soon.

There was a total of 10 boxes of forgotten clothes, possessions and other miscellaneous things that you couldn’t even remember about and in the space of two hours you were working on box number 7. Inside were simple clothes that you must have had when you were last in Derry. Every time you grabbed a shirt or a pair of trousers you would unfold them and hold them up to see if they would fit, keeping the clothes that did in one pile and those that didn’t in another. You grabbed a woolen jumper and shook it open and were surprised to hear a tinker of a small piece of metal fall onto the floor. You frowned and discarded the jumper to the side and searched the floor for the unknown object. You stared for a moment when you finally found it.

Attached to a piece of velvety string tied into a choker was a peculiar bell striped white and black. It was worn and slightly battered, showing it’s age. You grabbed it and froze. You remembered something. Pain. Heartbreak. A friend. You shuddered and dropped the bell again.

“No…” You whispered. It was impossible. You stepped away from the damned bell when everything came back to you. The dare, the dead friend. The pain you had felt 10 years ago flooded your senses and tears had begun to threaten to fall because you had never truly mourned when you’d forgotten. One name now settled in your mind and you hated to think of it. Pennywise. The creature that had both frightened you and fueled your sexual desires but was also the murderer of your friend. Just the thought made you feel warm and angry inside. But no matter how you felt about Pennywise the dancing clown, you’d sworn to never return to Derry, Maine.


And that my friends is the end of Just A Game. Thank you all so much for reading! It’s been a rollercoaster but a fun one too! Don’t worry about the end of this series, a sequel is in the works for the future!

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When Katharina Reitz Brow was robbed and brutally stabbed to death in her home, a 3 year investigation led to the door of local chef Kenny Waters.  He and Brow were next door neighbours, and she would frequently visit Waters’ workplace, Park Street Diner.  Despite his alibi that he was at work at the time of the murder, and a total lack of any DNA evidence linking him to the crime, coerced statements from Waters’ ex-girlfriends ensured a guilty verdict, and he was sentenced to life in prison in 1983.

Convinced of his innocence, Waters’ sister Betty-Anne, a single mother and high school drop out, decided to take matters into her own hands.  She put herself through college and law school, and graduated in 1998.  Upon passing her bar exams, she began to work as Waters’ attorney, and searched tirelessly to locate the blood-soaked evidence from the scene of the crime that she knew would exonerate her brother.  With the help of the Innocence Project, Betty Anne had the evidence tested by a private lab, who were able to exclude Waters’ DNA from the scene of the crime.  After nearly 18 years in prison, Waters was freed, and in 2001 all charges were officially dropped against him.  In a tragic twist to the tale, 47-year-old Waters died following a fall just 6 months after his release.  His sister Betty-Anne has never practiced law again.

No Tommy Lee Jones role could ever capture real life’s true dickbaggery.

5 Wrongly Convicted People the Legal System Kept on Screwing

#4. The Real Life Fugitive (Who Went Right Back to Prison)

When Labanna Rohrbach and Julius Krause were arrested for the 1930 murder of a grocer, the 18-year-old Krause knew he was innocent – and soon after that, so did everyone else, since Rohrbach had delivered a signed deathbed confession exonerating the man who had been convicted as his accomplice. When the authorities decided to quickly and incisively do fuck-all with this information, Krause was left with one option: escape from prison to hunt down the man responsible. … Krause had actually managed to track the guy down and convince him to confess, with Kumerle openly confirming that Krause was completely innocent. So, you’d assume that Julius Krause’s ridiculous ordeal was over, right?

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Rating: 4.5/5

Wow. This documentary was so good. It was basically about these guys that were wrongly convicted of crimes ranging from rape to murder who were FINALLY exonerated after DNA testing proved their innocence. Some of these men spent from 6 years to like 20+ years in jail for crimes they did NOT commit. The extra sad part is that after these men were freed, the state/country/system did nothing to help them get their lives back on track. It’s like “hey, we were wrong. you’re free” which, yes, is a blessing in itself but these men lost time, family members, jobs, homes, etc. because of a botched system and they get no kind of support after? That’s TOMFOOLERY!

The part that bothered me the most was the story of Wilton Dedge. He was wrongly convicted of rape in like the late 70s and spent 20 years in jail. In like 2001, DNA testing proved he was NOT the rapist in the crime….but he stayed behind bars for 3 years after being proven innocent. WTF!? Florida needs to get their shit together. The U.S. needs to get their shit together. People look at America as this dream like place but it’s just as corrupt as the rest of the world. In the end, he finally got released (after the judge request a B.S. Y-chromosome test that the prosecution (cunts, lol) brought up). 

Anyway, thank god for The Innocent Project which has helped to exonerate these men and the more than l50 people freed through the use of DNA testing in the last decade. I can’t imagine being locked for a crime I did not commit let alone be locked up for 20+ years for a crime I didn’t commit. I mean, some of these men were on death row. DEATH ROW. They could have died for nothing. I mean, how many people have already died for crimes they didn’t commit? The U.S. needs to rethink it’s prison system.

This documentary was good. Watch it if you can. I watched it on Netflix on my PS3 lol kinda glad I didn’t cancel my subscription now. Idk why I’m watching all these documentaries. I hope I’m not turning into an intellectual. Next thing you know I’ll be at starbucks every day on my Mac computer :shade: lol :-x

Imagine Alec and Jane finding their friend after a Thousand years

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Originally posted by shefadestoblack

- thousand years ago -

“ Alec! Jane! Come on!” A girl around their age with red hair and blue eyes called out to them. Following Grace, they went to the woods and to a creek, their creek.

“Slow down Grace!” Alec yelled as Jane smiled at her brother a friend.

“We’re coming Grace!” Jane followed the other two into the woods, none of them expecting what comes at night.

-that night-

-Grace’s pov-

Loud yelling shook me out of my sleep. Looking out the window, I saw fire and pitchforks.

“Another witch?” I asked to no one in particular, walking out of my house, I jogged towards the center.

“Alec? Jane?” I called out, looking for my friends.

“Help us Grace!” Jane called and my attention turned to the stake.

“Help! Grace! Help!” Alec yelled blindfolded and tied next to Jane. Tears clouded my vision as I ran up and grabbed the torch from the man accusing my two friends. Pointing the torch to the crowd, I stood proactively in front of my friends.

“They are not witches. They are being wrongly convicted, you silly village. Come any closer and I will burn you.” I ranted, daring anyone to come against me. I was not prepared for what was next.

“Hang her!” The crowd yelled as a man grabbed me and tied a noose around my neck.

“I hate you all. You all will burn in Hell.” Jane yelled in agony while Alec just stood there. Tears rolled down my face as fires licked them and I was hanged.

- present time -

I stood in the snow clearing with my saviors who after four days of my death changed me. My power as to find out was the ability to choke anyone even vampires. I held onto both Stefan’s and Vladimir’s hand.

“Red coats are coming. Red coats are coming.” Garrett said as I chuckled, hearing their feet against the snow. Stopping they dropped their hoods and my breathing hitched. There stood Alec and Jane looking deadly and ready to kill. Shuffling behind Stefan, I watched as the conflict took place. A while later, the Volturi left all except Jane and Alec.

“What are the two Volturi scum doing?” Vladimir asked Stefan who only shrugged, eyeing the two walking towards us.

“We want to talk to your other coven member.” Jane stated, ignoring everyone’s staring as I walked to them. What shocked everyone the most was me hugging Jane, who tightly hugged back.

“I missed you so much!” I mumbled as she smiled.

“I missed you too. You have no idea,” she replied breaking the hug, pulling Alec infront of me. Staring at each other, we stood silently.

“I should’ve done this long time ago.” He whispered pulling me close and kissed me passionately as I kissed back.

“I have finally found you.”

When asked what their strangest fears were:
  • Kristen Wiig: *Talks about hating the feeling of fabrics in her mouth*
  • Melissa McCarthy: *Talks about hating dry towels when she is freshly out of the shower*
  • Leslie Jones: *Talks about hating brushing her teeth alongside someone else*
  • Kate McKinnon: Mine is being wrongly convicted of a crime in a foreign country.