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I want to tell you my sad story that happened to me recently. Probably, almost everyone knows that dating on the Internet is quite dangerous, but who can resist this? So, I also could not resist, although in vain.
My dating history began normally, like everyone else. My friends all fall in love, meet, even some are already married, and I'm lonely. To be honest, I'm not deprived of the attention of men, I just haven't met "the one" yet. Of course, this is not a problem for a 19-year-old girl, but you still want to find a loved one who will protect and take care of you. So, let's move on to history. My friend found her betrothed with the help of a dating site and advised me to find my happiness there. I agreed, and on the same evening I created a page on this site. Wrote different, but most inadequate perverts. After a while, he wrote "he", the one that I really liked, I literally fell in love with him. We corresponded for a week, and then decided to meet. The first meeting went well, I will not focus on it. The second meeting seemed to me HELL, I will write you more about it.
The second meeting took place outside the city, in the private house of a friend of Egor (Egor is my "betrothed"). He invited me to his friend's birthday, I agreed, with only one condition, that I would take my girlfriend with me just in case. I just felt like it happened. In general, Yegor and 1 other guy picked up me and my girlfriend and we hit the road. Expensive was pleasant, we talked, laughed and joked. We arrived quickly. Arriving, my friend and I were a little scared, since the girls were not there. I started talking excuses to leave. I said that the apartment was flooded and my friend and I had to leave. He said that they would sort it out without you and that my friend and I would stay, since the party was just beginning. I took Egor aside to talk to him about why there are no other girls here and that it scares us and we want to go home. He immediately began to calm me down, in general, to broadcast noodles to my ears. I am a trusting person, so I calmed down and started to relax, but my friend Anya said that I was a fool and we needed to get out of here. Unfortunately, I started telling her that the other girls would be arriving soon and everything would be fine. Anya is studying to be an investigator, so she was always wary of danger, and for good reason.
We celebrated the DR, it was already 10 pm and my friend and I wanted to go home already. I started asking Yegor to take us, he said that he had drunk and would not go anywhere and said that we would stay here until the next day. I didn't want to and started calling a taxi. Then the guys ran up and started to grab us, Yegor took the phone and hit me in the face. I cried and tried to break free. To which he told me that I was a dynamo and would not leave here just like that. After that moment, I became very scared for myself and for my girlfriend. We were locked in a closet, and as I understand it, they went to the pharmacy for condoms. Then Anya took out an ancient phone from the inner karma of her jacket and tried to call the police, but nothing happened, because she did not catch the network. In general, when they came, they made us undress. Anya began to follow their order, and I fainted from fear. When I woke up, I was with this freak in the room, he pawed me, kissed me, wringing my hands so that I would not push him away. He tried to pull off my jeans, but I kicked so hard that he could hardly do it. I begged him not to do this. I even threatened that they would all be imprisoned, to which he replied that they would deprive him of it, but I would go in a circle and beg him to kill me. After such words, I began to sob so much that he was in shock. He started yelling at me and beating me to shut up otherwise he would kill me. I was in shock, so I could not say a word, he raped me and went into another room to his girlfriend. The same thing happened there, she took a vase and hit him on the head, after that I heard a knock and tried to open the door, I didn’t succeed. Then I heard that someone was opening it, I got scared and stepped aside, but I was lucky it was a friend. We had no choice how to get away from there, it was literally 1 minute to make decisions and escape. Without hesitation, we jumped out of the window (it was on the 2nd floor), fortunately there was a tree there and we were not injured. Then the continuation began, the fence was high and we began to climb it, when we climbed the fence, these freaks were already conscious and began to catch up with us. We quickly climbed over and ran, did not even turn around at them, as we were afraid that they would catch up with us. Anya and I ran to the first house we came across and told the whole story to these kind people, they called the police and arrested them, and sent us home. I am grateful to God that everything ended well and we are alive. You have no idea what kind of horror we experienced, it seems to me that nothing is scary after this. I wrote this story in order to speak out and warn of possible danger.

A youngster in my time was a kind of school of education, someone went through it and became a man, someone broke down, but there were also such individuals that the youngster turned into animals. No, they most likely had the makings before, but there they developed them, improved them, let their souls roam. With one of these maniacs, fate brought me to the Kovel VTK, in fact the softest one that I had a chance to go through.
Lenka Asshole (the owner of such a nickname should have been offended, but Lenka was proud, in his understanding he was a huge, scary person which everyone is afraid of) differed from the inhabitants of those places by huge growth and a face literally copied from a photograph of a gorilla in a zoo, a bulging forehead, deep-set eyes, large lips of which would envy and Pamela Anderson. And Lenka was a pathological sadist. You won’t surprise anyone in beating your own kind there in those days, but Asshole beat on special-forced the victim to stand at attention, look at him, he swung several times, bringing his hand to his face, as if he was striking, pulling him away and hit him from the third, fifth time. The boy fell as if he had been knocked down, Lenya carefully lifted him up and repeated the execution again. When the victim passed out, his henchmen poured water, raised ... Surprisingly, it very rarely happened to knock out the jaw, but the brains literally boiled in the head! After that, when Lena got bored, he beat the guys with his feet, and when he got the taste, with a stick, a stool. If others risked getting into a punishment cell for this and leaving for an enhanced regime (the term was rarely added, the administration valued their reputation), to an adult colony, then Lenka was in a special position, sponsored by the head of the colony himself, from which he, in turn, promised to raise a Soviet citizen! Psychiatry does not quite know how to re-educate a maniac and a sadist, but the policy of the country then repeated the opposite. Who dares to refute it? One guy from Kyiv, a small stature, but with the character of a fighter, took a chance.
The asshole singled him out from the crowd right away, from the very first day, this metropolitan boy did not want to merge with the masses, he stood out, always neat, clean, ironed, but even this is not the main thing, his wit struck on the spot, made him fall with laughter, wallow on the floor. Lenka liked to look at those lying on the floor, but not from laughter. For the first time, the boy was beaten gently, with all the assets, for educational purposes, they warned that Lenka did not like such fun, be quiet. Then he took up the re-education himself, so much so that the boy was taken to the medical unit. A week later, he was discharged from there and the next morning, as if nothing had happened, he went to work.
It was then impossible to smoke on a youngster, and therefore we looked for secluded places and quickly, two puffs, passing a cigarette to each other, smoked. On that day, the Kievan was somehow thoughtful, his jokes and gaiety disappeared somewhere, only his eyes burned with some kind of unnatural fire for him. Having quickly finished smoking, without sharing this time with anyone, the Kievan went to a pile of scrap metal, found a file from which someone tried to make a hunting knife, but screwed it up and threw it away, carefully put it under his sweatshirt and went to the master’s booth where at that time activists, foremen conferred. The booth was located almost under the ceiling so that from there to see the whole workshop, the Kyiv one sat down at the foot and began to wait. Here the doors opened, the leaders fell out, stomped along the iron steps, in succession they passed by the boy who stepped back from the stairs. Lenya Mudak was the last to go, as the main leader, so his commanding gaze settled on the guy ...
- Why aren't you working yet? Or speed you up ?! - Lenya could not stand the sight of non-workers in his workshop, he was about to slap the guy with a loud crack when he suddenly opened the floor of his sweatshirt and Lenya saw a huge knife, 40 centimeters. The hand, raised already to strike, suddenly froze on the guy’s shoulder, his eyes popped out of their sockets ... The asshole could not even imagine such a thing, him, the lord of life and death of this herd, from the mere sight of which the birds fell silent in horror. It couldn't be because it just couldn't be! Probably something similar was spinning in his animal head when sharp-edged the file entered his stomach gently. Lenya yelled because even the workshop siren does not yell, calling the guys for lunch or announcing the end of work. Kievsky didn’t like it either, so he pulled the knife out of his belly and stuck it right into his open mouth. This time, the knife literally tore Mudak's cheek, the scream broke off, turned into a howl ... At that moment, guards appeared at the gates of the workshop, they ran as if in a race for a prize. Kievsky calmly took out cigarettes, lit a cigarette and, waving a huge knife, looked at this race with a smile.
“Don’t play heroes, now I’ll finish my smoke and let’s go to surrender,” and the guards froze as if rooted to the spot.
The picture was just bewitching-under the ladder, under his own supervision, covered in blood, with his face torn to shreds and calm, like a butcher at a meat-packing plant, boy. King, stink and a pool of blood! Every maniac sooner or later finds his end, found him and our local, imagining himself a king!

The story of this elderly maniac received a high-profile denouement when 13-year-old Jamala Kenny stepped onto the podium of a karaoke bar in Syracuse (New York, USA) and took the microphone, none of the visitors to the establishment paid any attention to her. Suddenly, a dark-skinned girl, collecting her thoughts, sang something strange in the rhythm of a rap: “Save me from the gray-haired man at the end of the hall! I am his sexual prisoner. He rapes me all the time. Save me, save me!"

MANIAC - COLLECTOR OF EMPTY BOTTLES.

Only the striking words of this "song" and the thin figure of some old man who rushed out of the bar into the street pulled the Syracusans out of their sweet dreams. Someone jumped up to the girl, who, as if in oblivion, continued to pull her rap. Someone called the local police station ... In 1989, by the time the first crime was committed, John Dzhemelsky's fortune was estimated at $ 3.5 million. It would seem that all the inhabitants of Syracuse, like other Americans, susceptible to other people's successes, should have sought the friendship of a noble countryman. However, no one was friends with John, this successful real estate dealer had too strange manners. By the age of 54, he has not parted with a passion for collecting empty bottles and other junk that he picks up on the streets of his native city. Few who have visited Mr. Gemelsky in his old cluttered house have testified: this curmudgeon regales visitors with moldy biscuits! In a word, everyone soon lost the desire to communicate with John. And even when this "strange" old man invested a huge amount in the construction of a real anti-nuclear bunker under his shack, few people became interested in such extravagance of our "hero". Well, if you were still interested, Dzhemelsky explained with a madness in his eyes: “You shouldn’t think that the Russians have changed with perestroika! Remember me: The Soviets will still attack America! And then you all run to seek shelter from good old John. A miser coupled with a madman is already too much. The freaking millionaire was completely left alone. And even if some screams began to be heard from the cellars of his bunker in those days, no one cared about it. Who cares, maybe a silly old man is practicing karate techniques in the cellar, with the help of which he is going to defeat the "red invaders" ?! Meanwhile, Dzhemelski was not a psycho. Maniac and cunning - if you please. And our broker “practiced” in his bunker not karate techniques, but rape of underage girls of all skin colors. One day, while driving around his hometown in a used sedan in search of empty containers, a pensioner spotted a young schoolgirl on the street. He kidnapped her and brought her to his home. More precisely, in the bunker. He raped for three days, constantly reinforcing himself with Viagra, and then released the victim, punishing her to keep her mouth shut and threatening otherwise to completely cut out her entire family. The resignation and silent doom of the first juvenile victim pleased Dzhemelsky so much that he continued his “work”, calmly bringing the total number of victims to 18 by the spring of 2003. No one interfered in the affairs of "good old John." None of the victims, right up to the arrest of the maniac, never reported him. However, in addition to Jamala Kenny, who sang about her sex captivity in karaoke, there was another girl who complained to the police about the “bad uncle”. However, none of the detectives listened to this schoolgirl: her stories seemed too fantastic. And therefore, in hot pursuit - back in the twentieth century - Dzhemelsky was never arrested.

SILENCE OF THE LAMBS.

The silence of the schoolgirls and the mistrust of the cops to the only witness was explained simply. Kidnapping victims, chaining them underground, and constantly raping them, Dzhemelski used methods to suppress the will of captives that seemed to be written off from bad Hollywood "horror films". As a result, "sex dolls" - as John himself called them - having suffered in captivity with a pensioner from two weeks to three months, they simply tried to forget this whole nightmare as soon as possible and lied to their parents that they just ran away for a while from home. Well, the only brave girl who suffered in the maniac's bunker throughout the summer of 1994 "pleased" the detectives with such details of captivity that they simply wrote off this story as teenage suspiciousness. What didn't the Syracuse cops believe? Yes, here ... The girl said that, caught by a stranger on the street, she was drugged by him with some kind of drink, after which she lost consciousness. Then she woke up in a bunker, chained to a wall with a rusty chain, on which the inscription: "Wall of thugs" flaunted. I woke up without panties - under the gaze of the old man, who soon led two Dobermans rushing from the chains to the captive. Having forced the dogs to sniff the genitals of the unfortunate, the “invader” said that these dogs were trained by him on a person, and if the captive does not obey him, he will set the Dobermans on her, forcing them to “tear everything to the touchy, as they pulled out already from the four previous scoundrels” . Violence, which the abducted was subjected to several times a day, was accompanied by the old man and "touching courtship." The old maniac, in particular, not only carefully washed all the intimate places of the captive, using a makeshift shower for this, but even personally brushed her teeth. And, of course, he forced the "sex doll" to keep a diary, in which she, with the help of conditional letters, wrote down the results of the past day. According to the testimony of the "dreamer", sex was denoted in this diary by the letter "S", brushing your teeth - "T" from English (Teeth cleaning - brushing your teeth) and, finally, washing the body - "B" (Body Wach). Having forced the girl to make all these notes, the old man, according to her testimony, prayed with the captive for the night. The results of such revelations, as the reader already knows, turned out to be sad. They took the girl and put her in a psychiatric hospital, without disturbing the rest of the "respectable millionaire" even with a routine visit.

ARREST OF A MANIAC AND AN OLD PERVERT.

In the end, the maniac was still arrested. Arrested only in the spring of 2003 due to the fact that John, imbued with sympathy for one of his captives, decided to walk her into the city and allowed her to get to the microphone. And only when after that they began to search the Dzhemelski bunker, they were convinced of the veracity of the testimony of the first juvenile witness. In addition to the old baby clothes that the rapist had accumulated for years next to his "collection" of empty bottles, the detectives found here the notorious "thug wall" and numerous diaries of John's captives. Diaries that testified that violence was a habitual daily routine in captivity. Then they rushed to look for other victims of the sex predator. Soon their number was 18 girls aged 12 to 16 years. It is noteworthy that the millionaire really collected these poor fellows. None of them resembled the other in appearance, and even with the nationalities of the experimental “sex dolls”, the maniac and pervert preferred not to repeat himself. There were Americans, Vietnamese, Spaniards, Argentines and natives of Africa in his “collection”, among them were tall and not very, thin and plump. But, regardless of these data, the captives of the maniac had one thing in common: the outrageous "psychological" methods by which he achieved their obedience and subsequent silence. Well, you have already heard about John’s “cannibal dogs”, but sometimes he did without them at all, introducing himself to the captives as “an international sex slave trafficker who supplies African savages by order on the Internet”. Or, when he got tired of verbosity, he showed another girl a plastic skeleton, assuring that it belonged to her predecessor, who “carelessly served” the pervert. And in the end, he achieved everything he wanted: overeating Viagra, washing down her whiskey, a besotted old man. The maniac raped the last victim when he was 68 years old! "enjoyed" with psychologically depressed victims all kinds of sex, not disdaining anal. In May 2003, John Jemelsky was sentenced by a judge who called the millionaire "the worst rapist in the history of mankind" to life in Dannemore, New York State's special security prison. However, it was not the judges, but Viagra with alcohol, with which the maniac spurred himself on for constant sex with the captives, and finally delivered the final verdict to this predator maniac. John Jemelsky died in the prison clinic. He died from “senile wear and tear of the body, provoked by a long intake of stimulants,” as the local aybolites recorded this.

🙂 Greetings to regular and new readers! Friends, after all, there are some unknown forces that protect us from various troubles. In this I have repeatedly convinced myself from my own experience. The story about the maniac that I want to tell you happened right after the war, in a small village.

Recidivist killer

One evening, my little brother and I got into a fight over a toy. My brother burst into tears, my father grabbed his belt, and I ran out of the house. I wandered around the village, it was already getting dark, but it was scary to go home. Something, but I was afraid of my father's belt more than anything in the world.

I wanted to spend the night in the hayloft, but quickly changed my mind - it was cold. I remembered that our neighbor Aunt Galya was heating the bathhouse today. The bath was on the bank of the river. There I went to spend the night.

I went into the bathhouse, lay down on a bench in the steam room, put a broom under my head - it’s good, it’s warm. Started to fall asleep. And then I hear through a dream - the door opened, someone entered. I jumped up from the bench, as if scalded.

- I'm Grishka, aunt Lyuda's son.

- How did you get here?!

So, I told him my story.

- Okay, - he says, - let's sleep, - he put some kind of bag under his head and sniffed.

And I, not remembering myself from fear, lie down and cannot even move. Yesterday's conversation between the neighbor and his father surfaced in my memory: the police came, went around the yards, questioned everyone. They warned that a dangerous criminal escaped from prison - a recidivist murderer, hiding in our area.

I lie, neither alive nor dead. I silently read the prayer, which my mother once forced me to learn.

Roosters crowed - dawn. Footsteps were heard. Someone approached the bathhouse and opened the door. A peasant jumped up from the bench and went to the stove - he grabbed a cobblestone from the stove and shouted:

Don't come in, I'll kill you!

There was a rumble of buckets and a heart-rending female cry:

“People are killing, help!”

I don't even remember how I got out of there.

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- Galya, why were you yelling like that, it's Grishka Lyudkin. Why did you scare Aunt Galya?

It's not me, I say. - Some uncle spent the night with me, he ran away.

- Ah, uncle, then. It was definitely a maniac. You were lucky that Galya went to the bathhouse in the morning,” Uncle Vasya said. People like him don't leave witnesses alive, they have nothing to lose. You're in luck, kid.

Aunt Galya says:

- I needed warm water, so I went to the bathhouse for water.

- Successfully went, they say. “Looks like you saved a little guy’s life.

A month has passed. A rumor spread around the village that this criminal lived in a neighboring village. They came to his parents from the police. They said that their son got in touch with serious people, and they solved him somewhere near Moscow. Here's a story...

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Today I want to tell you about mentally ill criminals, who can easily be called the most terrible maniacs of all time. In the continuation of the post, you will learn interesting facts about the killers, to call them "human" - even the tongue does not turn.

John Wayne Gacy. Raped and killed 33 people, including teenagers. Nickname "Killer Clown". At the age of 9 he became a victim of a pedophile. He was known to society as an exemplary family man and workaholic. Worked as a clown on holidays.

A dozen films have been made about him, including To Catch a Killer and Gacy the Gravedigger. Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson dedicated songs to him. He became the prototype for the clown Pennywise in King's novel It.

Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer. Its victims between 1978 and 1991 were 17 boys and men. Their corpses he raped and ate. The court sentenced him to fifteen life terms.

A number of documentaries and feature films have been made about Dahmer. Mentioned in many songs, including "Brainless" by Eminem and "Dark Horse" by Katy Perry.

Theodore Robert Bundy. Confessed to 30 murders. Kidnapped people, killed and then raped. He collected the heads of the victims as souvenirs. He graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in psychology.

Many films have been made about him, including The Green River Murders, The Ripper, and others. He is a frequent character in South Park.

Gary Ridgway. Killed a huge number of women from the 1980s to the 1990s. After 20 years, his guilt was proven through DNA analysis. He is one of America's most notorious serial killers.

Ridgway's IQ is 83. At school he was one of the weakest students.
In the early 1980s, the police wanted to catch Gary with the help of Ted Bundy. He made a psychological portrait, but no one listened to him. This situation was taken as a basis in the books about Hannibal Lecter.

Ed Gein. He committed only two murders, but went down in history as one of the worst maniacs. He independently exhumed the bodies of young women and sewed costumes from them. The idea is taken as a basis in the book “Silence of the Lambs”.

It is the prototype for several more characters. For example, in the films The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Necromantic.

Henry Lee Lucas. Proved by the investigation of 11 murders committed by him, the maniac himself confessed to more than 300. His first victim was his own mother.

By personal decree of President Bush, Lucas was commuted from the death penalty to life imprisonment.

Eileen Karol Wuornos. Considered the first female maniac. Worked as a prostitute, killed several of her clients. As she later explained to the investigators, they all wanted to injure her during sex.