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It was a normal Thursday morning. I woke up early in the morning. I looked at the calendar; today was my sixteenth birthday! I saw presents hidden all over the house, because that's what my parents always did. On my windowsill was a note that read, " Happy Birthday Chloe!!! " On the windowsill, I also found a box with my name on it. I opened it, and there was another note with the text: " Look for the notes, they'll tell you what to do ." I changed into my normal clothes and tried to leave the room, but something closed it in my face. I was scared, but I thought it was some nasty joke my parents were playing. I continued walking until I reached the living room. I saw a cake and two presents, but my parents weren't there. I looked around the living room and noticed an old photo of me with my parents. I stared at it, and suddenly a girl's face appeared. The picture shattered. I thought they were remnants of my dream. I opened the gift. Inside, I found ...

This is the story of Kelly Tristan, a 23-year-old woman who lived alone in a small house at 2605 Pine Road in Fairview, Oregon. Her disappearance went virtually unnoticed—until nearby residents began disappearing without a trace. When police began investigating the area, they discovered that all the missing persons' homes were completely empty, as if no one had lived there for a long time. Here's what happened... Sunday, October 31, 2004 It was Halloween, Kelly's favorite time of year. She thought it would be a good idea to decorate her front door with some cheap decorations to let the kids know she was handing out candy. At 12:35 p.m., she drove to the local store to buy Halloween candy and decorations. While browsing, she found a shelf full of old VHS tapes (the kind you get on old cassette tapes). While looking through them, her eye fell on an old copy of the 1951 Disney classic, "Alice in Wonderland." "Wow! I haven't seen that in ages!" she mutte...

He is considered the most brutal American murderer of all time. Although ultimately charged with only one murder, he likely killed many more. He also raped minors and practiced cannibalism. Albert Fish, born in the 19th century, is proof that cruelty is not unique to our times. Long before, there were people who deliberately committed the worst crimes. The degenerate, whose real name was Hamilton Howard Fish, was born in 1870 in Washington, D.C., the fourth and youngest child in his family. His father, Randall Fish, was a captain of a Potomac River ship. He was a full 43 years older than his wife, Ellen, and at the time of his son's birth, he was already 75. He died five years later of a heart attack, leaving the entire family practically destitute. Fish's mother decided to place her youngest child in St. George's Orphanage. It was a nightmare for the boy—beaten and humiliated by his teachers and ridiculed by his peers, he endured difficult times. In 1880, his mother manage...

"I woke up with a slight headache, so I instinctively started massaging my temples. It took me a while to fully open my eyes. But after a moment, I had to close them immediately; the sun streaming into the room blinded me completely. I stretched a few times, yawned, threw off the blue duvet, and ran to the kitchen. My throat felt incredibly dry, as if I had no saliva at all. A hangover. I hated that feeling. You have the time of your life the day before, and the next day, getting out of bed will be a miracle. I drank the entire contents of the jug of lemon tea and felt incredible relief.   I looked out the window. Something was wrong… That feeling haunted me for the rest of the day. Emma spent the rest of the day wandering around the apartment, trying to sort out the incredible mess. She found various items in every nook and cranny: vodka bottle caps, beer caps, pieces of chips, papers, plastic cups. She even found a thong in the bathroom, but unfortunately, she didn't know w...

Oh, That Andy" - This was my favorite TV show when I was 7. Right after school (my wonderful first grade...), I'd come home, grab myself some dinner, and go turn on the TV. It was a wonderful May, so it was warm, but the school year wasn't over yet. It didn't really matter to me—I didn't have any responsibilities or problems at school anyway. Friends I called uncle and aunt would come over to my parents' house. My dad and uncle would have a barbecue, and I'd stay home and play Diablo II ... Wonderful memories. Guests would usually arrive at 6 p.m. and stay up late into the night, even staying overnight. When it was warm, they'd sit outside. They'd chat, drink, and eat, and I'd have the house to myself. Eventually, I'd recorded Diablo. I went downstairs to watch TV. It was a little after midnight. I'll never forget that night... Then I saw my first porno, but I was afraid someone would come into the room, so I switched to " Jetix ....

The weather outside wasn't cooperating that day. In the morning, the fog was thick as milk, which turned into thunderstorms in the afternoon. The view outside wasn't impressive; nothing could be seen that day – first that damn fog, and then the storm arrived. Marlena, as usual, was finishing work at the abortion clinic at this time and driving home in her new car. The car had a beautiful red paint job , the sight of which instantly cheered Marlena up when she was in a bad mood, and an automatic transmission. When she got in her car, the weather worsened and visibility worsened even more, making Marlena a little anxious, as she wasn't feeling particularly good about driving through the city in such weather. But as she pulled out of the parking lot, her worries vanished, and the journey passed quickly, but only for a while. As she drove past the parish cemetery, her radio began to malfunction. First, she heard murmurs, which quickly turned into quiet, initially incomprehensib...

It was May, I had a day off from school, and my dad had just gotten home from work. We ate dinner, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. Dad grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. We happened upon the news, which was about the reopening of Polish bomb shelters and bunkers that hadn't seen a living soul in years. They were secured against collapse and decorated with various exhibits, such as replica weapons, copies of important World War II documents , soldier uniforms, and many other historical artifacts. My parents are very interested in history, so when they heard about the possibility of visiting such a place (since one was a few kilometers from our house), they immediately ordered tickets online. Of course, they took me. We arrived, and I wasn't particularly happy. I'd never liked such places because I always associated them with suffering, and I didn't really understand how anyone could visit such places "for pleasure." Well... W...