True Crime Kino Thread

>new
This shit was in the news last year OP. But yeah she's pretty fucked, even if it was a legitimate mistake that's the kind of stupidity that makes you too dangerous to be allowed out in society.

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She thought it was her apartment.

I remember when this happened a few months ago

And what makes you say that?

Last year. But 911 audio is new.

Sucks for her because being a murderer is one thing, but she is going to jail for being a bonehead.

Hey, remember this bastard? Jury finally agreed with what everyone already knew: cops shouldn't be allowed to wildly fire at any and all persons they see approaching their vehicle without warning.

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>he doesn't kill strangers in their house and use the "I thought I was at my place" defense

Was the guy black?

>man dying on floor because you shot him in hi s house by accident
>'im gonna lose my job'
Women are the worst meme invented

Shoot first ask questions later, I guess. I've literally done this before, but even if I had a gun on me I wouldn't have fucking shot the guy. Damn.

yeah

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Not guilty.
but
not guilty
but
not guilty

>white female officer
>black male victim
She's either walking or getting out of jail in five years. How retarded do you have to be to go into the wrong apartment, ignore the shouting of the guy telling you to get the fuck out of his house, and then shoot him?

based

it's almost like being constantly attached to a firearm would color your interpretation of the world in a certain way.

SHOTS FIRED
SHOTS FIRED
I SHOT A FIRE

You've never lived in an apartment with an elevator before, have you? All it takes is not paying attention to the floor the elevator stops on. I've done this, other people in my building have done it. It happens. If you mean shooting the guy before asking him what he's doing in 'your' apartment, or realizing you're on the wrong floor, yeah I don't know. American police just doing what they do, I guess.

Are seppo apartments all identical soulless grey cubicles with no locks? What the fuck.

Was her name Nikki Blomski from the movie Hair Spray?

This is why an off-duty cop discharging their firearm at all needs some kind of mandatory, strong punishment, even if there IS good reason, so that they'll only shoot if they're prepared to go a month without pay or something, and only an internal investigation can clear you and get that paycheck back. Make them think about what the fuck they're doing.

The door was unlocked, because the man inside probably didn't expect some random woman to step inside, shriek "GET OUT OF MY HOOOOOOSE" and pull a piece on him before he can even react.

>If you mean shooting the guy before asking him what he's doing in 'your' apartment, or realizing you're on the wrong floor, yeah I don't know. American police just doing what they do, I guess.
Well yeah, this. She went straight to shooting the guy.

I watched this entire thing and couldn't find the connection to 9/11, what's the issue, OP?

>I thought it was my apartment
youtube.com/watch?v=Ag1o3koTLWM

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Oh yeah, I remember this. Goddamn, it honestly seems inconceivable how a sober person can make this mistake. Were the keys just universal to all the rooms or what? Did she fucking bust the door down? How?

>a guy was shot in his apartment
>that's bad
>he was black
>that's good
>the shooter was a woman
>that's bad
>the woman was a police officer
>...
>that's bad
>can I go now

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>female cop
HAHAHAHAHAHA, lmao.

Bring back Stephen already. Women are a joke.

>be american
>stay at home
>get shot

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>Woman Cops

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>doesn't know the code to get inside the apartment
>she thought it was her apartment
>but she doesn't know the code to get inside her apartment
the fuck, how was she there then?

Sounds like she actually thought it was her apartment.

a lot of cops are horribly obese and probably have never been in a high pressure high stress situation before. kind of scary knowing they can end your life and be out on paid leave the next day

Imagine kicking down the door to an apartment, gunning down whoever's inside, and immediately calling 911 because you have no idea why you did any of that.

And this is her looking her best. Yikes.

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Even if someone was in my apartment I wouldn't immediately try to kill them.

>letting women have guns and positions for authority
who cares she shot a nigger. thats a good thing.

a-apartment?

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>tfw you're dead but you're living your best life better than the bitch who shot you

As funny and fucking true as this is his door was probably just unlocked and she probably always locks hers which immediately put her on edge.
What are you talking about?

"I was fearing for my life".
Case closed.

Hey, it happened in Barfly. But, he just drank and ate their shit. Didnt kill anyone.

WAS IT YALL APARTMENT STEYVUM

It's going to come out she burned the coal and got toasty later on.

me on the left

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When was the last time you cleaned your apartment, Steyvun?

he looks so happy and likable in every pic. shame.

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See That shit no longer flies when it's this egregious. He tried the same bullshit and got absolutely burned for it.

Kinda cool how you don't see the face filters on thumbnails. Also how the cop looks like a demon with pitch black holes.

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Growing up I learned that cops are just people from high school who were too dumb to attend university and get a real career.

This story doesn’t surprise me.

Why would she shoot a man in his own apartment?

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She thought the apartment she didn't have a key to open and didn't recognize the interior of was hers.

college is a mistake you idiot

Like, you're right that cops were too dumb to attend universities, but you seem to be too dumb to notice universities are for retards.

>can't recognize her apartment
>doesn't even know the gatecode
she just move in or something?

My cousin is a cop and while I'd say he's fairly competent and impartial in his work, you're not wrong that for the most part he's just a dumb hillbilly that doesn't give a shit about anything but fishing and his dog, Hootenanny

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College is what you make of it. It's a tool like any other. It's just purely coincidental that most university students are dumb retards.

>Just unironically ended an innocent mans life
>Her number one concern is that she's going to lose her job

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>It's just purely coincidental
Doubt it.

this is what i don’t get.

wouldn’t she know by the furniture etc that it wasn’t her apartment ?

US police forces have a tendency to hire people of average, or preferably below average IQ, since they follow orders aimlessly, even if it means hurting innocent people because the government told you to.

I doubt this retarded woman was an exception in the hiring process.

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By the time you have calmed down to call the emergency services and have realised what has happened you probably have the presence of mind to realise there's very very big chance you have fucked your life for good. Particularly as there's fuck all you can do, waiting for help to arrive, your mistake staring you in the face with the life draining out of them

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Yup. The observation is true, that generally there is a certain area on the curve where people dumb as shit think they're smarter than they really are and thus more likely to be more confident in their abilities and take pride in following orders. It's like this little filled in portion on a bell curve. "Those people". We all know who they are.

Did streetview camera fuck up or are those balconies crooked af?

My friend just took a written test to be taken to the police academy. He has no training and is pretty out of shape but he said the test was easy. Standards are very low for them.

>Jean, who was a 26-year-old native of the Caribbean island of St. Lucia who worked in Dallas for an accounting and consulting firm.

The guy had more going for him than she did

damn you're so right
i could have been a systems engineer at lockheed making 120k without going to college, why the fuck was i so stupid, the fuckers even paid for my masters what a scam

Damn. A dead nigger. That's just a shame. At least she prevented him from any future reproducing and passing on the violent criminal gene all niggers possess.

>system engineer
You're a failure of a human being.

its pretty weird that she didn't notice the furniture was different.

Kinda surprised nobody tried to use a neural meme to clean mosaics.

You working in their space field?

I could specialize as a systems engineer on my Masters but it sounds like a stressfull job

>the fuckers even paid for my masters what a scam
Similar thing here. Socially leeched my way into a job as a sales assistant for big pharma with nothing but a high school diploma. After two years, they suddenly wanted to pay for my B.Sc in Biochemistry, while I simultaneously worked a 25% position for them (with full pay). After I got my B.Sc, I was bumped up to a fully fletched sales associate, and they suddenly asked me if I wanted to pursue a M.Sc. Same thing, worked 10 hours a week for them while getting paid for 40, with zero student debt and a pristine M.Sc.

Getting paid $75k a year to work 10 hour weeks, while getting a degree for free isn't too bad of a deal. The only "drawback" was that I had to sign a contract which obligated me to work for them for 5 years after I finished my M.Sc, but what I'm being paid is more than competitive, so I'll stick around for a lot fucking longer than that.

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>Rico Harris. He was a massive 6'9" former Harlem Globetrotter basketball player who had drug issues earlier in his life, but had made a full recovery and was getting his life back on track. He was driving along California's Interstate I-5, from his home in Southern California to Seattle, to live with his girlfriend. He was somewhere just north of Sacramento, exhausted, and told his girlfriend over the phone that he wanted to check out the mountains. All calls stopped since then.

>His car was found a couple days later by a patrolman near a rest stop in the mountains. A massive search was launched. No signs of him. The strangest part? A driver later reported seeing a massive 6'9" individual wandering down the highway, just a mile from where the car was found - a week later. A search was re-launched, massive size 17 footprints were found in the ground that were not there before, they were getting very close, and then... Nothing. No trace, no body, nothing.

There used to be some device to unmosiac stuff, was popular with japs to decensor their porn

Dont know how good it worked though

I dated a female cop for about a year once. I honestly thought she was going to kill me when I broke it off. It took her like 6 months to finally leave me the fuck alone.
Never date a cop boys.

>At approximately 11:15 p.m. Angela Hammond called Rob (her boyfriend) at the nearest payphone on the corner of 2nd Street where the Food Barn Store parking lot was situated. She didn't own a home phone and wanted to tell him that she was exhausted and planned on going back home to soak in a bath. The two continued speaking on the phone for thirty minutes, but at 11:45 p.m. the lives of everyone in Clinton, Missouri changed in an unsettling fashion that still looms over the small town.

>In the midst of the phone call, Angela alerted Rob to a conspicuous man circling the block several times in an older modeled green Ford F150 pickup truck. Moments later the driver pulled over near her and stepped outside of the truck and walked toward the unoccupied phone booth next to Angela. Seconds later he returned to his truck and grabbed a flashlight and started waving it around as if he was searching for something. Trying to ease the unsettling tension, Angela asked if he needed to use the phone, but he told her no. All of a sudden, a horrifying scream could be heard and Rob - who lived 7-blocks away - immediately tossed aside the landline phone and jumped out of his seat to rush to Angela's aide.

>On his way to her, a similar truck matching what Angela relayed darted passed him with a woman struggling with the driver and screaming "Robbie!" for help. He hastily put his vehicle in reverse and made a sharp U-Turn to give chase. The pursuit continued for approximately two miles before Rob's transmission malfunctioned when he made a right turn, resulting in the vehicle stalling in the middle of the road, as the truck with Angela in tow quickly faded out of view.

>Unfortunately, Rob had no choice but to walk back to town. A passing motorist noticed him and picked him up and Rob asked to be taken to the police station so he could notify them of what just transpired. He arrived at the department just shy over midnight and reported the incident.

>Angela was never seen again.

Sounds like a comfy company lad congrats

Spooky.
Do you think he had his way with her pusy?

Thanks, bud. The whole "work your way from the ground up without a degree" meme really still exists in high margin industries like pharma.

It's all about social leeching to get your foot in the door, and once you're there, you just have to prove that you aren't mentally handicapped and they'll "invest" in you being a future asset to the company.

>Maura Murray was a college student who went to UMass, however, she also previously attended West Point. A few days before her disappearance, she had a car accident while driving her dad's car. She had also been using credit card numbers of other people, many suspect that she felt guilty, she admitted to use of the card/cards. She used it to buy a ton of food. Shortly after all of this, she emailed her boss and professors. She told them that she had a family emergency and would be gone for at least a week. This was a lie. There wasn't a family emergency, she also didn't tell anyone else that she was leaving (as far as we know). She left the school in a hurry, stopped at an ATM (camera footage places her there) and at a liquor store. From there, she continued on. They later found in her search history that she was looking for hotels and potentially condos that were in the area.

>She crashes her car into a tree around 7:30pm later that day, many people saw and/or heard the crash, this alerted them and they began to call 911. A bus driver pulled up a couple moments after she crashed and he asked her if she needed any help. She was quick to deny help, claiming that she called AAA to help. However, the bus driver knew that there wasn't cell service in the area she was, so he went back home and called the police as well. 7:43pm is when this call was made. By the time the police arrived at 7:46pm, she was gone without a trace. It was winter and there were no footprints in the snow or down the road. The police reports usually state a few things in her car. Birth control pills, textbooks, a book about climbing the mountains where she was driving to, her favorite childhood stuffed animal, and some of the liquor. However, her phone, credit cards, and some of the alcohol were missing. They still haven't been found to this day.

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How did this actually go down? I cant find much info. I mean did she somehow get into his apartment? Did he her at the door, open it and then get shot?

>Dorothy Jane Scott was a single mother in 1980 who kept receiving mysterious phone calls at her job in Anaheim, California. Dorothy thought the voice sounded familiar, but she could never place it. The caller threatened to cut her into pieces and let her know he knew exactly where she was every minute of the day.

>Alarmed, Dorothy took up karate. It didn't help her. One night she attended a meeting and became alarmed at the appearance of a coworker. Dorothy and another coworker took their friend to the ER to get checked out.

>Once the coworker was treated, Dorothy offered to get her car and pull around to the front of the hospital. As Dorothy's two coworkers waited for her, they saw her race past them, high beams blinding them. Dorothy was never seen again.

>A few hours later, her car was found burning in an alleyway. A week after Dorothy vanished, her parents got a phone call from a man saying he killed Dorothy. The calls from the mysterious man continued for 4 years.

>In 1984, Dorothy's remains were found. After the media reported Dorothy's death, two final calls were received, asking if Dorothy was home.

>Trying to ease the unsettling tension, Angela asked if he needed to use the phone, but he told her no
What a dumb fucking whore.

>be locked in a car while a lion is walking around you
>in order to ease the tension, you open the door and go near the beast, "Are you hungry, lion?"
For being such a fucking moron, she deserves to get raped and killed.

>Kelly Bergh Dove, a loving mother to her four year old daughter, and a good friend all those who knew her, was a 20 year old woman from Bridgewater, Virginia. Happily married, Kelly had been in a relationship with her husband for 5 years. Kelly was very family oriented, and never missed a day to call her mom and sisters to talk about their day.

>On June 18, 1982, Kelly was working the night shift at the Imperial gas station on South Main Street, Route 11, in Harrisonburg, Virginia. Kelly's three sisters also worked there, and she had traded shifts with one of them that night. At 11:00 PM, Kelly’s mother, Rachel, called the gas station to check on her daughter. However, Kelly was busy at the moment and made a note to call her mother back, which she eventually did. According to Rachel, nothing was out of the ordinary. It would only be hours later when a quiet night would take a sudden turn. Nobody knew that this would be the last time that they would see their sister, daughter, mother, and friend.

>At 2:27 AM, Kelly notified the Harrisonburg Police Department of an incident where she had been harassed by a male customer who Kelly described as “improperly dressed.” It’s unclear what she meant by this, but Rachel said that she believes it’s likely the customer exposed himself to her, but Kelly was uncomfortable saying so over the phone. Two minutes later, Kelly then called a second time, this time requesting that an officer to be sent to the station because the customer had phoned the gas station from outside the station’s property, making obscene remarks. For the thrid and last time at 2:31, Kelly fearfully pleaded for someone to come and help her, and that she had received yet another phone call from the customer lurking around the gas station in a silver or gray vehicle, possibly a Ford.

>She tries to lock herself in
>Notices that door is open
>Assumes there has been a burgluary
>Unholsters her gun
>She hears "hello?" coming from the living room
>She walks in and screams "police"
>She makes contact with the house owner in the hallway
>She screams "get on the ground"
>He complies and gets on the ground
>She fires 7 shots from her Glock 22 into the mans back and says "I didn't say Simon says, you dumb fuck"

>Finally, but only two minutes too late according to the police, authorities arrived to the gas station at 2:33 to find that Kelly had disappeared. All that was left were Kelly's belongings; her purse, and a magazine she had been reading, both of which had been left undisturbed. There were no signs of a struggle, no indications that the store had been robbed, and no idea as to where Kelly was. The crime scene was also handled very poorly, as investigators never secured the crime scene by closing the store, took fingerprints, or searched for any other possible evidence.

>Authorities speculated that it would have only taken seconds for Kelly's abductor to lure her out of the store and into his vehicle, her family noting that the abductor was likely to have been armed to accomplish this, believing that Kelly would have put up a fight if she could. A local convenience store worker claimed that a caucasian male between 20 to 25 years of age, with blond, shoulder length hair, was driving a gray car and had stopped at the store about a half hour before her disappearance. However, no connection between this man and the offender was ever found or confirmed.

>Kelly's three sisters said that obscene phone calls and gestures were common when they worked alone during the night, and that it has happened on several occasions. However, after Kelly's disappearance, the phone calls momentarily stopped, up until they received one 6 weeks later.

He's robbing my house! Smoking my pot! The sick bastard even put photos of his family up all over the place.

>the phone calls momentarily stopped, up until they received one 6 weeks later.

And then what?

>Abigail Williams, 13, and Liberty German, 14, were best friends who did everything together. Since school had been closed on the Monday of February 13th, the two friends asked Liberty's grandma if they could go to Monon Bridge. Liberty's older sister would drop them off, and Liberty's father, Derrick, would pick them up after he would finish running errands for his mother. There was no set time for the girls to return to their meeting point, and Derrick would call them when he got there, which wouldn't be any more than two hours. At approximately 1:45 Abigail and Liberty were dropped off by Kelsi at the abandoned Monon High Bridge in Delphi, Indiana, where the girls would take a hike. Laughing, talking, taking and uploading pictures to Snapchat, it was nothing other than a pleasant afternoon where the girls had been enjoying their day off in each other's company.

>At 3:11, Derrick texted Liberty to let them know to start heading back to their meeting point to pick them up. Upon arrival at 3:14, the girls were nowhere to be found. Attempting to call and message Liberty again but to no avail, he began walking the trails to search for the girls. At 3:30, he would call Liberty's grandma letting her know that the girls were missing. With now the father, grandma, and her grandma's daughter phoning and texting Liberty several times, the phone would still not pick up. At 4:00, Liberty's grandma would call her husband and alerted him that something was wrong. Mike, who had been at work, arrived to the trail moments later. The girl's family initially did not suspect foul play, and assumed that the girls had possibly gotten hurt or stuck, had lost or broken Liberty's phone, and believed that they would eventually be found somewhere. After searching the trails as a family for about an hour, it was starting to become dark outside, and the girls had been officially reported missing shortly after 5:00.

>By 6:00, a massive search ensued. Authorities and over a hundred local residents searched the trail that night. The next day, on February 14, the two girls were discovered murdered, lying next to each other near the end of the trail, about 0.5 miles away from the bridge they were last pictured on. Officials have not released the M.O., or how the girls had been murdered, and whether or not they had been sexually assaulted. What they did release, however, was two compelling images of the prime suspect, as well as a 3 second audio recording of the suspect uttering the demand "Down the hill."

youtube.com/watch?v=_GY-NqcLGyE

>After I got my B.Sc, I was bumped up to a fully fletched sales associate
>fully fletched sales associate

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just found out he's actually defending himself in court now lmao

>On 25 November, 1988, Miyano and his friend Nobuharu Minato wandered around Misato, with the intention of robbing and raping local women. At 8:30 pm, they spotted Furuta cycling home after she finished her part-time job. Under Miyano's orders, Minato kicked Furuta off her bicycle and immediately fled the scene. Miyano, pretending to be an innocent bystander, approached Furuta and offered to walk her home safely. Furuta was unaware that Miyano was leading her to a nearby warehouse, where he revealed his Yakuza connections. Miyano threatened to kill her as he raped her in the warehouse and once again in a nearby hotel. From the hotel, Miyano called Minato and his other friends, Jō Ogura and Yasushi Watanabe, and bragged to them about the rape. Ogura reportedly asked Miyano to keep her, so that they could all have a turn. The group had a history of gang rape, and had recently kidnapped and raped another girl, although she was released afterward.

Around 3:00 am, Miyano took Furuta to a nearby park, where Minato, Ogura, and Watanabe were waiting. They told her that they knew where she lived (from a notebook in her backpack) and that the Yakuza would kill her family if she attempted to escape. She was easily overpowered by the four boys, and taken to a house in the Ayase district of Adachi, where she was gang-raped. The house, which was owned by Minato's parents, soon became their regular gang hangout.

Ok, I think this one is the most fucked up so far. Damn, son. Creepy.

The GOAT. He absolutely killed her too. He keeps saying he can't remember anything about the day at the time of the murder, "it was a normal day for me", even though that's the same day the cops called him about his ex-gf's disappearance.

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Why did she shoot the guy?
Did she think it was her apartment or something?

>naming your daughter Abigail Williams

>On 27 November, Furuta's parents contacted the police about their daughter's disappearance. In order to forestall the manhunt, the kidnappers coerced her into calling her mother. She was forced to say that she had run away, but was safe and staying with a friend. She was also forced to ask her mother to stop the police investigation into her disappearance. When Minato's parents were around, Furuta was forced to pose as the girlfriend of one of the kidnappers. They later dropped this pretext when it became clear that the Minatos would not report them to the police. The Minatos stated that they did not intervene because they were aware of Miyano's Yakuza connections and feared retaliation, and because their own son was increasingly violent towards them. Minato's brother was also aware of the situation, but did nothing to prevent it.

>Furuta was held captive in the Minato residence for forty days, during which time she was abused, raped and tortured. They also invited and encouraged their other friends from the Yakuza, to torment Furuta. According to their trial statements, the four of them raped her over 400 times, beat her, starved her, hung her from the ceiling and used her as a "punching bag", dropped barbells onto her stomach, forced her to eat live cockroaches and drink her own urine, and forced her to masturbate in front of them. They inserted foreign objects into her vagina and anus, including a lit light bulb into her vagina and fireworks. They burned her vagina and clitoris with cigarettes and lighters, and her eyelids with hot wax. They also tore off her left nipple with pliers and pierced her breasts with sewing needles.

>he thinks Abigail Williams is a stranger name than Liberty German

begging ya to get laid

>Some of the torturers' friends have been officially identified, including Tetsuo Nakamura, and Koichi Ihara, who were charged with rape after their DNA was found on and in the victim's body. Koichi Ihara was allegedly bullied into raping Furuta. After he left the Minato household, he told his brother about the incident. His brother subsequently told their parents, who contacted police. Two police officers were dispatched to the Minato house; however, they were informed that there was no girl inside. The police officers declined an invitation to look around the house, believing the invitation was sufficient proof that there was no girl in the Minato house. Both officers faced considerable backlash from the community. Had they done their due diligence, Furuta's ordeal would have only lasted sixteen days and she may well have recovered from her injuries. The two officers were fired for failing to follow procedure.

Liberty German is odd, but Abigail Williams might as well be cursed.

>At the beginning of December, Furuta attempted to call the police. However, she was discovered by Hiroshi before she could say anything. When the police phoned back, Miyano informed them that it was a mistake. As punishment, they doused her legs and feet in lighter fluid and set them on fire. They also pushed a large bottle into her anus, causing severe bleeding. She reportedly went into convulsions. During their trial, they stated that they thought she was faking a seizure, so they set her on fire again. She survived these injuries and continued to be raped and tortured. Furuta is reported to have asked her captors on multiple occasions to "kill her and get it over with", but they refused. Instead, they forced her to sleep outside on the balcony (it was winter at that time) and locked her in a freezer. One of the kidnappers told the court that her hands and legs were so badly damaged that it took her over an hour to drag herself downstairs to use the washroom. Due to the severity of the torture, she eventually lost bladder and bowel control and was beaten for soiling the carpets. She was also unable to drink water or consume food and would vomit after each attempt. She was also severely beaten for this.

>The brutality of the attacks drastically altered Furuta's appearance. Her face was so swollen that it was difficult to make out her features. Her body was also severely crippled, giving off a rotting smell that caused the four boys to lose sexual interest in her. As a result, the boys kidnapped and gang-raped a 19-year-old woman who, like Furuta, was on her way home from work.

26. Jesus Christ. Criminally stupid bitch

It is definitely not all it's cracked up to be. Heavily favours women for one thing and the marking schemes are retarded (at least in the colleges I've attended). I like the phrase "Don't let college interfere with your education". I've learned a lot more since I've been out.

>called her boyfriend at the nearest payphone
Nice reading comprehension.

>On 4 January, 1989, the four boys challenged Furuta to a game of Mahjong, which she is said to have won. Out of frustration, the boys beat her with an iron barbell, kicked and punched her, and placed two short candles on her eyelids, burning them with the hot wax. They made her stand, and struck her feet with a swinging stick. At this point, she fell onto a stereo and collapsed into a fit of convulsions. Since she was bleeding profusely, and pus was emerging from her infected burns, the four boys covered their hands in plastic bags taped at the wrists. They continued to beat her and dropped an iron exercise ball onto her stomach several times. They poured lighter fluid onto her thighs, arms, face, and stomach and once again set her on fire. Furuta allegedly made attempts to put out the fire, but gradually became unresponsive. The attack reportedly lasted two hours. Furuta eventually succumbed to her wounds and died that day.

>Less than twenty-four hours after her death, Nobuharu Minato's brother called to tell him that Furuta appeared to be dead. Afraid of being caught for murder, they wrapped her body in blankets and shoved it into a travel bag. They then put her body in a 55-gallon (208 liters) drum and filled it with wet concrete. Around 8:00 pm, they loaded and eventually disposed the drum into a cement truck in Kōtō, Tokyo.

how convenient, sounds like he was behind the whole thing

D-Do you even know how to read?

They're staggered. Probably the architect thought it looked cool on paper but all it does is unnecessarily reduce the square footage of the balcony

Lololpl... what?

>The pursuit continued for approximately two miles before Rob's transmission malfunctioned when he made a right turn, resulting in the vehicle stalling in the middle of the road, as the truck with Angela in tow quickly faded out of view.

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>Heather Teague. Sunbathing on the Kentucky side of Newburgh Beach. Man with binoculars on the Indiana side sees a man with bushy hair and/or a hair netting grab her up and drag her into the woods. The alleged suspect kills himself as his uncle (a police officer) attempts to question him at his trailer. Many suspect he wasn't the one or only one involved. Rumors of a police cover-up, many other rumors and innuendo.

Seriously, fuck that guy. Glad he’s in jail for life. Fuck his fat ugly sister too and her fake HBO special. Especially fuck the redditards who listened to serial and suddenly became experts on his case.

Jesus fucking christ.

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Imagine just sitting in your apartment, watching some kino after a long ass day, only to have your door kicked in by a roastie and shot to pieces.

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This bitch can really take a beatin

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>At the age of nine-years-old, Asha was coming into her own person. She was a fourth-grade student at Fallston Elementary and was described as an outstanding student with an exceptional attendance record. When it came to education, she had a knack for science and mathematics. She also enjoyed reading and writing -- even having ambitions to become an illustrator, and her English class had just finished reading the book “The Whipping Boy” by Sid Fleischman - a children’s book about two kids running away from home but eventually return.

>Aside from excelling in her education, Asha also loved sports -- particularly basketball, where she was the star point guard on her pee-wee team, the Fallston Bulldogs. Asha’s brother was also heavily involved in sports and was on the boys’ basketball team.

>Due to Asha and O’Bryant’s upbringing, they were more responsible than your average child. They would often let themselves in their own home after school and would be found doing their homework or chores by the time their mother arrived home from her job at Kawai America Manufacturing, while their father would get home late from PPG Industries, where he worked the second shift as a dock loader.

>On Friday, February 11, 2000, all schools were closed for a three day weekend because of Presidents Day. The next day on Saturday, Asha’s school held their first basketball game of the season. Unfortunately, Asha fouled out and her team lost the game. The loss had her visibly distraught because she felt as if she let her teammates down. Nevertheless, as many children do, she quickly recuperated and was back to her normal self.

>The following morning things were seemingly normal as the Degree family went to church. Once the services concluded, they all went to [aunt] Alisha’s residence and their grandmother prepared lunch for the family. After spending the afternoon together, Asha and her parents went home because Harold had to get ready for work.

>At approximately 8:00 p.m., Asha and her brother -- who shared the same bedroom -- went to bed early because they stayed up late the night before because they had a sleepover with their cousins, and they had school the next day. An hour later, she awoke due to a blistering thunderstorm, and a power outage occurred in the neighborhood after someone had a car accident in the vicinity.

She wasn't locked in a car. She was in a fucking phone booth. It doesn't matter that she decided to say anything to the guy, she was already fucked.

>Harold arrived home at 12:30 a.m. and the power restored shortly thereafter. Upon his arrival, he checked on the children and they were sound asleep in their beds (there are some sources that state Asha was still up and in the living room at the time). Harold decided to relax for a couple of hours and checked on his kids once more before going to bed at 2:30 a.m. (I have seen some people say Harold left home between that two hour period to get Valentines Day candy, but I haven’t been able to substantiate that claim). Not too long later, O’Bryant woke up to the sound of Asha getting out of bed to use the restroom. Moments later, he heard her bed squeak. Thinking that she had crawled back to bed, he paid her no mind and went back to sleep.

This is where things become mysterious.

>Iquilla awakened at 5:45 a.m. and got the bath ready for the kids since they didn’t take one the night before. At 6:30 a.m. she went to wake up Asha and O’Bryant. When she went to their room she noticed O’Bryant was sound asleep but Asha wasn’t in her bed. She thought this was peculiar but wasn’t entirely worried, as she scoured the rest of the home expecting to find her. Panic began to seep in, and she went outside to check their two vehicles hoping to find her but to no avail. She proceeded to wake up Harold, who advised her to call his mother to see if Asha was there, but she hadn’t been. Iquilla then called her own mother, and with no luck, Harold phoned the police.

>The police arrived ten minutes later at 6:40 a.m. Search dogs were brought in but they were unable to pick up a scent on Asha -- possibly due to the thunderstorm. Nonetheless, Asha’s family and the police searched the local neighborhood but no trace of her could be found. By noon, over sixty people, including residents in the area, the church congregation, and a helicopter with infrared heat-detection were aware of what was transpiring and went to assist in the search. Despite an all afternoon pursuit of nearby woods and fields, nothing was found beside a mitten that didn’t belong to Asha or her family.

>When Asha’s family examined her bedroom for clues they found that her backpack was missing, which she kept her house key in, along with her Tweety Bird purse, and an assortment of clothing. Moreover, all of the doors and windows in the home had been locked -- indicating Asha left on her own volition. This revelation suggested that the squeaking O’Bryant heard wasn’t Asha crawling back into bed. Instead, she was packing her book bag and was getting ready to leave home, for reasons unknown.

>Asha’s disappearance was broadcasting on the local news that evening. This coverage prompted several witnesses to come forward. According to three different people, they said they had seen Asha walking alongside N.C. Highway 18 between 3:45 - 4:15 a.m., only one block away from her residence. One driver was very concerned for her well being because it was still storming outside, and she didn’t have any winter clothing on, so he made a U-Turn to see if she needed any help. When he attempted to check on her she darted off into the nearby woods and was never seen again.

>With new leads to work on, the police searched heavily into the woods where a witness said she ran off into, and that’s when they uncovered a shed of a nearby business, Turner Upholstery, and discovered that Asha presumably sheltered herself from the storm because candy wrappers were littered about, a pencil and marker were found, and a Mickey Mouse shaped hair-bow was also located. Asha’s family confirmed to the police that those items did indeed belong to their missing daughter.

>The month of March was hectic for the Degree family. In order to spread more awareness to the public, they began selling t-shirts with Asha’s picture on the front, but this quickly came to a halt once they discovered someone was trying to pocket the money made in this charitable cause. With the money they did raise they offered $5,000.00 for a reward for any information leading to Asha’s whereabouts. Her case also made headlines across national television programs including The Montel Williams Show, America’s Most Wanted, and The Oprah Winfrey Show. Aside from this, her case hasn’t been featured in the spotlight other than local news stations from time to time.

>Subsequently, Asha’s family members underwent polygraph testing -- a procedure that is routine in a missing person(s) case -- and passed with flying colors. Additionally, the lead investigators in the case traveled to Quantico, Virginia to have a profile created of a possible suspect, if this was indeed a case of an abduction, yet the profile was unable to locate any prominent suspects.

this lady cop shot an unarmed man in the back after tasing him for running from a traffic stop (he was worried about a non-violent drug charge)
youtube.com/watch?v=jP-xXO1vuaw

>Asha’s case was being actively investigated, but her case was turning cold as all leads being phoned in were turning up no results. It wasn’t until August 3, 2001, when twenty-six miles away in Burke County -- the opposite direction of where Asha was seen walking -- a contractor working a construction project unearthed a backpack that was wrapped in two black plastic trash bags and buried. It was confirmed to be Asha‘s because it had her name and phone number printed on it.

>With the latest lead in the case, the police thoroughly examined the construction site and discovered a pair of men’s khaki pants and skeletal remains that belonged to an animal. The findings were sent to an FBI crime laboratory in Quantico, Virginia, but the results and additional details have never been made public. Despite the latest bombshell discovery, Asha’s case wasn’t producing any promising information and her case went cold, though the police did announce they believe Asha left her residence on her own free will and met with foul play.

maybe he shouldn't have been black, ever think of that?

Jesus, man. I guess some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

to add: at the trial she was found not guilty and given a million dollar severance package

Holy shit you're an illiterate. Why are you on an English website if you can't comprehend what you read?

>I’m at apartment number 1488
Jesus she couldn’t have been more obvious

>In February 1957, a 4 to 6 years old dead boy, battered and wrapped in a plaid blanket, was found in the woods off Susquehanna Road in Fox Chase, Philadelphia. The naked body was inside a cardboard box which had once contained a bassinet of the kind sold by J. C. Penney. The boy's hair had been recently cropped, possibly after death, as clumps of hair clung to the body. There were signs of severe malnourishment, as well as surgical scars on the ankle and groin, and an L-shaped scar under the chin.

>The body was first discovered by a young man who was checking his muskrat traps. Fearing that the police would confiscate his traps, he did not report what he had found. A few days later, a college student spotted a rabbit running into the underbrush. Knowing that there were animal traps in the area, he stopped his car to investigate and discovered the body. He too was reluctant to have any contact with the police, but he did report his find the following day.

>The police received the report and opened an investigation on February 26, 1957. The dead boy's fingerprints were taken, and police at first were optimistic that he would soon be identified. However, no one ever came forward with any useful information.

>The crime scene was combed over and over again by 270 police academy recruits, who discovered a child's blue corduroy cap, a child's scarf, and handkerchief; all clues that lead nowhere.The police even went so far as to distribute a postmortem photograph of the boy fully dressed and in a seated position, as he may have looked in life, in the hopes it may lead to a clue. Despite the publicity and sporadic interest throughout the years, the boy's identity is still unknown. The case remains unsolved to this day.

based unreadable thread poster

Dumb bitch only cares about her job
fucking hell

>A theory of the case was brought forward in February 2002 by a woman identified only as "M." Police considered "M"'s story to be plausible but were troubled by her testimony, as she had a history of mental illness. When interviewed, neighbors who had access to "M"'s house denied that there had been a young boy living in the house. They said that "M"'s claims were "ridiculous."

>"M" claimed that her abusive mother had "purchased" the unknown boy (whose name was Jonathan) from his birth parents in the summer of 1954. Subsequently, the boy was subjected to extreme physical and sexual abuse for two and a half years. He was then killed in a fit of rage by being slammed to the floor after vomiting in the bathtub. "M"'s mother then cut the boy's long hair (accounting for the unprofessional haircut which police noted in their initial investigation). The boy's body was then dumped in the Fox Chase area.

>"M" went on to say that as they were preparing to remove the boy's body from the trunk of a car, a passing male motorist pulled alongside to inquire whether they needed help. The two women ignored the would-be Good Samaritan (while being careful to shield their car's license plate from his view). The man eventually drove off. This story corroborated confidential testimony given by a male witness in 1957, who said that the body had been placed in a box previously discarded at the scene.

My god do they receive any training at all?

She shot a nigger, I would only care about my job too.

>In June 1989, the quiet Vancouver, British Columbia, suburb of Richmond was shocked when a body was found lying in the yard of an abandoned house. The victim was a forty-four-year-old nurse named Cindy James. She had been drugged and strangled, and her hands and feet had been tied behind her back. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police believed that her death was either an accident or suicide. Cindy had graduated from nursing school in 1966. She later became the administrator for a pre-school for children with behavioral and emotional issues. She was married but did not have any children of her own. In July 1982, she and her husband separated. Four months later, she began receiving mysterious and sometimes threatening phone calls. During the next seven years, she reported nearly a hundred incidents of harassment. Five were violent physical attacks while others were whispering to silent phone calls. This got worse after she involved the police. At night, she heard prowlers. Her porch lights were smashed and her phone lines severed. According to her friend, Agnes Woodcock, she said bizarre notes began to appear on her doorstep. Someone was trying to scare her to death. She became reluctant and frightened to give details. Over time, the police began to doubt her stories. One night in January 1983, Agnes dropped by Cindy's house for a visit and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so she assumed she was taking her bath. As she investigated, she came across her outside, crouched down with a nylon stocking tied tightly around her neck. She'd gone out to the garage to get a box and someone had grabbed her from behind. All she saw were white sneakers.

she said she was very tired in the phone call.

>Cindy moved to a new house, painted her car, and changed her last name. She also hired a private investigator, Ozzie Kaban. The police continued their investigation and questioned her several times. Ozzie later reported that she wouldn't tell them the entire story. She would be evasive, would withhold information, and simply would not act as a normal victim would act. When the police gave her a polygraph, the examiner claimed that she was withholding information. Her mother, Tillie Hack, thinks the reason for her daughter's reluctance was that her attacker had threatened her sister and family. By naming him, her family would be killed.

>On the night of January 30, 1984, Ozzie Kaban heard strange sounds coming over a two-way radio he had given Cindy and went straight to her house. He went around the house and found it was locked. Looking through a window, he found her lying on the floor with a paring knife through her hand. She was taken to the hospital where she later recalled being attacked and a needle going into her arm. Police never took fingerprints from a suspect, and there was no independent corroboration. Cindy saw this person sometimes accompanied by one or two others, or sometimes she said there were two or three people, but police could never find a suspect. The threatening phone calls continued, but they were too short to trace. There were never ones when the police had 24-hour surveillance on her house for days on end with up to fourteen officers, but when surveillance was off her house, another incident would happen. As police became skeptical of the harassment, her parents believed her attacker was staying away to make them suspicious of her.

>26
fucking hell

yeah, because people shoot and stab you

Goblina polizia

Nice victim blaming there, fuckwad. Pretty sure the lady would've been kidnapped even if she had kept her trap shut.

Nothing she did endangered her in a similar manner to unlocking your car door, leaning out and inviting a lion inside.

She was at a phone booth and a guy was stalking about around her. The guy was already going to abduct her. She did nothing to make her situation worse, so you saying that she did something that made her deserve her abduction is retarded.

>On December 11, 1985, she was found dazed and semiconscious lying in a ditch six miles from her home. She was wearing a man's work boot and glove, and suffering from hypothermia. Cuts and bruises covered her body. A black nylon stocking had been tied tightly around her neck. She had no memory of what happened. Agnes Woodcock and her husband, Tom, stayed with her, and one night heard noises and awoke to the basement in flames and the phone dead. Tom left the residence to alert the neighbors. He saw a man at the curb and asked him to call the fire department. Instead, he simply ran off down the street. The police suspected that Cindy had staged the incident. They found no dust or fingerprints disturbed on the outside of the windowsill. The fire was set inside the home. In order to set it, it was thought, the perpetrator would've needed to climb through this specific window. It was also considered odd that Cindy still freely walked her dog during the attacks. Her doctor committed her to a local psychiatric ward, believing she was becoming suicidal. Ten weeks later, she left the hospital.

>Her father, Otto Hack, said that she finally admitted to her family and friends that she knew more than she was saying and would go after her perpetrator herself. On May 25, 1989, six years and seven months after the first threatening phone call, Cindy disappeared. On the same day, her car was found in a neighborhood parking lot. Inside were groceries and a wrapped gift. There was blood on the driver’s side door and items from her wallet were under the car. Two weeks later, her body was found at the abandoned house. It looked like she had been brutally murdered. Her hands and feet were bound together behind her back. A black nylon stocking was tied tightly around her neck. Yet, an autopsy revealed that she died from an overdose of morphine and other drugs. Police concluded that she had committed suicide. Ozzie didn't believe she would have been able to stage the scene, but others believed it was possible. In Vancouver, the coroner ruled that her death was not suicide, an accident, or a murder. They determined that she died of an "unknown event."

Ive been in that headspace for a hot minute. Its weird, like it aint you

Pretty sure she wouldn't. As all she needed to do was continue to talk with her boyfriend until he gets the note he has to pick her up. Why are men always so dumb and never get what a woman wants or how she feels?

Yes, and she went outside of the booth to talk to him while she was untouchable inside of it, retard. Dumb whores deserve the rapist dick.

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Women should, you know, obviously not be allowed to become police officers, and their place is in the home.

>untouchable inside of it.
Phone booths don't work that way, and most of them don't even have an "outside".

Stop living in the third world, loser.

about fucking time god damn stephen what took you so long?

>Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris abducted 16-year-old Shirley Lynette Ledford, on October 31, 1979. Ledford was abducted as she stood outside a gas station, hitchhiking home from a Halloween party. Investigators believe Ledford accepted a ride home from Bittaker and Norris because she recognized Bittaker, as he is known to have frequented the restaurant in which Ledford held a part-time job as a waitress.

>Upon accepting the offer of a lift home and entering the van, Ledford was offered marijuana by Norris, which she refused. Bittaker drove the van to a secluded street, where Norris drew a knife, then bound and gagged Ledford with construction tape.

>Bittaker then traded places with Norris, who drove in an aimless manner for in excess of an hour as Bittaker remained with Ledford in the back of the van. After removing the construction tape from the girl's mouth and legs, Bittaker tormented Ledford: initially slapping and mocking her, then beating her with his fists as he repeatedly shouted for her to "say something", then, as Shirley Ledford began screaming, shouting for her to "scream louder". As Ledford continued screaming, Bittaker began asking her as he struck her: "What's the matter? Don't you like to scream?"

>As Shirley Ledford began to cry, she pleaded with Bittaker, saying, "No, don't touch me." In response, Bittaker again ordered her to scream as loud as she wished, then began alternately striking her with a hammer, beating her breasts with his fists and torturing her with pliers both between and throughout instances when he raped and sodomized her. Repeatedly, Ledford can be heard pleading for the abuse to cease and making statements such as, "Oh no! No!" as sounds of Bittaker alternately extracting either the sledgehammer or the pliers from the toolbox can be heard on a tape recorder he had switched on after entering the rear of the van. Norris later described hearing "screams ... constant screams" emanating from the rear of the van as he drove.

i don't know

HOW CAN YOU LIVE YOUR WHOLE LIFE WITHOUT A FRIEND, STEVEN?

She's 30 I believe, not that that makes her any less of a goblina

>Shortly after Norris switched places with Bittaker, he himself switched on the tape recorder which Bittaker had used to record much of the time he had been in the rear of the van with Ledford. Norris first shouted for Ledford to: "Go ahead and scream or I'll make you scream." In response, Ledford pleaded, "I'll scream if you stop hitting me," then emitted several high-pitched screams as Norris encouraged her to continue until he ordered her to stop.

>Norris then reached for the sledgehammer as Shirley Ledford—seeing him do this—screamed, "Oh no!" Norris then struck Ledford once upon the left elbow. In response, she informed Norris he had broken her elbow, before pleading, "Don't hit me again." In response, Norris again raised the sledgehammer as Ledford repeatedly screamed, "No!" Norris then proceeded to strike Ledford 25 consecutive times upon the same elbow with the sledgehammer, before asking her, "What are you sniveling about?" as Ledford continuously screamed and wept.

>After approximately two hours of captivity, Norris killed Ledford by strangling her with a wire coat hanger, which he tightened with pliers. Ledford did not react much to the act of strangulation, although she died with her eyes open. Bittaker then opted to discard her body on a random lawn in order to view the reaction from the press. The pair drove to a randomly selected house in Sunland and discarded Ledford's body in a bed of ivy upon the front lawn.

>Shirley Lynette Ledford's body was found by a jogger the following morning. An autopsy revealed that, in addition to having been sexually violated, she had died of strangulation after receiving extensive blunt-force trauma to the face, head, breasts, and left elbow, with her olecranon sustaining multiple fractures. Her genitalia and rectum had been torn, caused in part by Bittaker having inserted pliers inside her body. In addition, her left hand bore a puncture wound and a finger on her right hand had been slashed.

>reading all these strange fucking disappearences

Anyone else bought an alarm for their mother or girlfriend? This fucker gives off 140dB, where it becomes physically painful if you don't cover your ears. And it's only 20dB away from bursting your eardrums.

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Bro, you need to work on your reading comprehension. She was on the phone with her boyfriend the entire time. It didn't save her from being kidnapped.

>The most damning evidence presented at Bittaker's trial was a 17-minute section of the audio tape the pair had created of Shirley Lynette Ledford's abuse and torment. The audiotape, which had been found inside Bittaker's van and which Norris had earlier testified Bittaker had repeatedly played as he drove in the weeks prior to his arrest—adding that Bittaker considered the contents to be "real funny"—was presented in evidence on January 29, with Stephen Kay forewarning the jury: "For those of you who do not know what hell is like, you will find out."

>More than 100 people were present in the courtroom as the tape was played, and many members of both the jury and the audience wept openly upon hearing the contents, with several members of the audience either burying their heads in their hands, dabbing tears from their eyes or rushing out of the courtroom before the tape had finished. Bittaker was undisturbed at hearing the contents of the tape—smiling throughout the hearing of the recording.

>In one of two instances throughout the trial when prosecutor Stephen Kay was reduced to tears, he walked out of the courtroom during recess following the hearing of the recording of Shirley Ledford's rape, abuse, and torture. Weeping openly, Kay stated to the reporters gathered outside the courtroom: "Everybody who has heard that tape has had it affect their lives. I just picture those girls ... how alone they were when they died." When questioned by reporters as to whether the audiotape should have been introduced into evidence, given the obvious psychological and emotional trauma caused to many in the courtroom through the contents being broadcast, Kay simply stated: "You're darn right it [the audio tape] should have been. The jury needs to know what these guys did."

tapatalk.com/groups/watchingrobertpickton88015/transcript-of-shirley-lynette-ledford-audio-record-t3312.html

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>this illiteration again
When will you learn?

Wait, so in America you can just enter someone's house like that?
Don't you niggers have a door knob? Here they don't open from outside, you need this thing called a fucking key

we have bead curtains instead of doors.

he should have been more successful in life and lived in a unique house instead of a poor person's cheap apartment complex.

You really like showing everyone how stupid you are, huh?

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>no u!
Yikes!

>Women

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I thought that too, but then I took it to mean to enter the whole complex. Normally if you live in a complex you get a fob or key and the code is only if you lose your fob/key or for situations like this where someone needs access, like emergency services, but doesn't have a fob/key themselves.

>Have paper round
>Deliver to complex full of yuppies
>Need to enter complex to deliver papers
>Guy I work for gives me a key
>Key doesn't grant access to complex
>It opens a little panel under the buzzers and there's a fob inside
>Use fob to gain access to complex and then return fob when I'm done
>Complex is opposite park
>Sit in park bored with the fob
>Wait for yuppies to turn up and open the gate
>Immediately close it
>Watch them reee at the janitor and demand he fix the gate
>Gate is fine when janitor turns up
>Keep doing it purely to entertain myself
>Do it for so long they buy a whole new gate because they think the one they have is defective

Dabbed on them with the infrared and they didn't even know it. Fucking suckers.

>can't even be assed to semantics properly
Come back in 10 years, son

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>26 years old
This is what happens when women over 25 don't get knocked up.

The death penalty isn't enough for people like this. I can't fucking wait for the day we are able to upload our consciousness to computers, so that fuckers like this are able to serve what feels like thousand year sentences.

They're also unironically developing drugs which slows down our perception of time. The researchers think that we'll have drugs which can slow down time to such an extent that a person can experience what feels like 1000 years within less than 1 hour.

>grill I know gets one of these
>walks by canal on way to uni
>gets attacked by potential rapist
>she activate alarm
>potential rapist throws it in the canal and renders it useless
>potential rape scenario turns into confirmed rape scenario

Buy them a gun instead.

There is only one person from my high school who is a cop now and he was a fucking dumb poor bitch ass wigger.

>grill I know gets one of these
>walks by canal on way to uni
>gets attacked by potential rapist
>she pulls out her gun
>potential rapist takes it from her and shoots her
>potential rape scenario turns into confirmed murder scenario

An alarm is safer, since the whole point of it is to pull the pin and throw the alarm away from you. No attacker will spend 5 minutes looking for the alarm in the bushes, then turn around and carefully re-insert the pin, before continuing to fullfil his rape fantasies.

I was living alone in my first apartment. I left my front door unlocked sometimes when I was home and you had to get through two other doors to get there. One night I'm listening to some music on my laptop when I hear this shrill screaming and look over and this woman who I had seen in the complex before and lived in another building was losing her mind grabbing at her purse to try to get her cell phone and her pepper spray. She keeps yelling asking who I am and why I'm there and to get the fuck out. I yell at her that it's my apartment and for her to get the fuck out. She finally looks around, realizes that she went to the wrong fucking building, sheepishly says sorry, and walks out.

Another time the woman who lived two floors above me walked in on me jerking off because she mistook my door for the laundry room which was right next to me. At least she didn't freak out.

Fucking kek'd.

Only last Saturday, I came home tired as fuck around 11pm and tried to lock myself into the wrong apartment. Stood there for like 5 minutes trying to get the key to work and pushing the door hard in case the lock mechanism had gotten stuck. Then I suddenly realized that I might be on the wrong floor, which it turns out I was.

Checked the mailboxes the next day, and some lone girl/woman lives there. God damn, she must have been fucking terrified.

Most of those kidnappings were in America so you should just buy a gun instead or at least a taser

I don't live in burgerland though. Carrying a gun or taser is both illegal here.

But even if they were legal, I'd still go with the alarm. It's harder for an attacker to do anything about it, since once it goes off, he has the choice between chasing the alarm/pin to deactivate it, or let the alarm keep going off while he focuses on the girl, while he experiences physical pain from the loud noise. 99% chance he just runs the fuck away.

>young female has own apartment to her place
>one night suddenly someone tries to enter
>he fumbles with the door, she grabs her phone and waits frantically to see what he does
>eventually he gives up
>next day see man looking at her mail box

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who is this one

He will now rape her even harder now that no one can hear her screams thanks to the alarm.

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt

are there any cases where the defense actually finds the real killers?

Most people are guilty as sin. And fuck-ups happen in basically every criminal case. A common defense tactic is to try to expose those fuck-ups with smoke and mirrors.

I meant the attorneys of someone accused of murder but didn't do it, not the prosecutors

MOMS GONNA FREAK

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Good thing many of the alarms are designed to sound like a woman's scream, for anyone within a 20 mile radius to hear.

>are designed to sound like a woman's scream
false, I have a bunch of your shitty alarms in my room, my sister sells them on the street.
They are garbage.

>All lives matter
*Man turns corner to see who entered his apartment* "Hello?"
"OH NO A WILD JIGABOO" *BANG BANG*

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no more video games amber

no more career amber

Just because your sister sells cheap Chinese junk doesn't mean there aren't quality products.

Even a fucking TV show in my country that focuses on exposing corporate scams tested a bunch of these alarms. The Chinese junk your sister sells would break when the pin was pulled or have a number of other malfunctions. Meanwhile the more expensive ones were 10/10. Easy to activate, solid as a fucking rock, waterproof and +140dB.

based

isn't this literally what jake gyllenhaal does in love and other drugs?

that's a chad move dog. i'm jelly

Yeah...but you didn't say anything over there about the sound, kek

and they don't break when the pin is pulled, if they did, these alarms would be worthless, they also are waterproof and solid as a rock. I also have no idea how any of this garbage alarms could be "hard to activate", just pull the fucking grenade thing, even my 10 year old sister can do it.

Your shit is trash, and no one likes it. I bought my sister a steel knife and she dropped all these garbage alarms in my room, never to be picked again. I also have a gun and told her to get one when she gets older, she said she was afraid she would miss so she would try to get a taser but my mom isn't letting her. Mom is retarded tho so we won't listen to her just like I don't listen to her.

Enjoy your family being raped to death while a shitty car's alarm sounds and literally no one, fucking no one, gives a damn about your sister's screams.

Lmao if you shoot them they won't be doing any raping after that to anyone else

Imagine how that guy felt as he realized his car wasn't going to make it. Jesus.

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>I also have no idea how any of this garbage alarms could be "hard to activate"
Part of the test revolved around getting pro MMA fighters to attack the test subjects from behind with the sole purpose of physically restraining them so they couldn't pull the pin. Turns out some alarms are easier to activate than others.

>shitty car's alarm sounds
It's a woman's scream sound in many of the alarms, and it's +140dB. I tested it myself in the woods, and the fucking TV show I mentioned also tested the decibel level. 140dB is the same sound-level as a fucking gunshot.

I'd feel like starting a goddamn lawsuit against the car company. Obviously there's no case there, but I don't know how I could live with myself if I lost a loved one over something that frustratingly stupid.

I'd spend the rest of my life telling people that ford escapes are fucking garbage and to never buy them ever

Oh wow! Guess you don't have to worry about MMA fighters mugging your family! Hahaha holy shit dude.

>many
>its le +140db
No one gives a fuck. Just like nobody cares about your fucking TV show. Jesuschrist dude, TV show is telling me boys are girls. I don't care about anything that comes out of the fucking TV.

A gunshot is better than 140db, because it also has a fucking bullet in it. Get one.

>not keeping your door locked at all times
>not ignoring anyone who knocks or rings the bell until they go away

life is stranger than fiction it seems

seriously this shit writes itself

>be tyron
>FRIDAYNIGHTMOTHERFUCKEEEER.jpeg
>making some popcorn to eat while watching some kinos
>everything is good in life
>a woman enters my house
>"what the hell get the fuck out of my apartmeeeeeeeent"
>"eh?"
>I get shoot
>falls to the floor
>"wait a minute...this isn't my apartment"
>woman calls 911 and complains about how my death is going to be inconvenient for her working life as I go into the abyss
>mfw

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I really shouldn't be reading this thread right before bed

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Dave, please

There's actually some tech-thingy on the hands of the fbi for that kind of shit. iirc they catched up a pedophile that face filtered his face on the photos he took.
Poor bastard didn't saw that coming

is this real?

Thanks for the nightmares

Your shorts are falling down?
Heh, nothing parsnipal kid

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