Nicole tyrell

This week, in Upper Merion Township, Pennsylvania, a twisted tree of relationships, among a group of suburban high school teachers spins completely out of control, when a meek, married woman is romanced by a fellow teacher, who is seemingly irresistible to all the ladies. This causes a series of actions that leads to an absolutely gruesome murder, that was allegedly predicted in a dream. A real mess ensues, as detectives try to sort out the tangled mess left behind!!Along the way, we find out that this town is incredibly old, that teachers get very horny, and that it looks suspicious when you ...

When a strange woman shows up outside our camp in the Wastes with monsters chained up to her RV, it feels like I’m the only one who actually wants to help them. That big, grey-skinned monster with the cage on his head and the chain hanging from his back—something is telling me I need to help him. I need to free him. But I have absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to do that, especially when he can’t even talk to me to tell me how. Collector Mary is finally leaving our camp to head back to her monster menagerie, so I do the only thing I can think of to help him: I go with her.

This week, in Cameron, Missouri, an angry man, upset by his wife leaving him, and moving into a trailer with another man, decides he needs a plan. At first, his plan is to win back the heart of his true love, but it quickly becomes a plan involving a shotgun, and a single wide trailer. This all spills out into a neighboring trailer, where another violent showdown occurs. This is just a wild, bloody mess!!Along the way, we find out that every small town in the US has a "Freedom Festival", that trailer doors aren't very sturdy, and that when going on a bloody rampage, at least stab the people ...

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wisecracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were 18? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

This week Ash dives into the details surrounding the case of The Frankston Serial killer from Australia. P Denyer is responsible for the murders of three young women in the Frankston area: Elizabeth Stevens, Debbie Fream and Natalie Russel. Each murder is insanely brutal and schoked the community, especially the women who were afraid to leave their homes after dark. When apprehended the murderer gave a reason for their crimes that will leave you astonished. If you’re interested the book I used for this case is right here The Frankston Murders: 25 Years On By Vikki Petraitas As always thank...

Thirteen years before Emma Dumas bought me in a bachelor auction to teach me a lesson, she stole my heart down on Key West. I fell so hard for this girl, I made all the promises. Only with Emma, I really meant them. And then I disappeared. But it wasn’t my fault. Let’s just call my reason “Family Business”. I’d tell you what that business is, but then I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. I can’t tell you what my family business is because it’s so secret, even I don’t know.

The real psycho behind the classic slasher film Scream was much worse than fiction. He was a country singing, people murdering turd who held Gainesville, Florida hostage in 1990. Luckily, he is dead than dead now, so we can tell you all about it. Also, Sondra London, if you are reading this, you are garbage. Sources: https://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/os-xpm-1994-02-16-9402160281-story.html https://www.jacksonville.com/article/20150825/NEWS/801251820 https://www.gainesville.com/article/LK/20150822/News/604159871/GS See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy...

She made a big mistake. You don’t blackmail a Tacone. Coming to me with a threat? Unacceptable. If she needs money, she’ll have to ask nicely. But once I give it to her, we both know what it means: She belongs to me. I do my best to hold back. Give her respect. Trouble is, I can’t keep my hands off her.

Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes. I didn't know or care what her name was. Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man. She hates me, and she should. I objected on her wedding day. Now she's home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there's no ring on her finger. They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after, but I'm not done with Whitney Gable.

When people started getting sick, they thought it was just the flu. My roommate, my boyfriend, my family ...they're all gone now. I got sick too. I should have died with them-with the rest of the world-but I didn't. I thought witnessing the human population almost disappear off the face of the earth was the craziest thing I'd ever experience. I was so wrong. My name is Dani O'Connor, I'm twenty-six-years-old, and I survived the ending.