Date: 15/03/2023 19:51:56
From: Tau.Neutrino
ID: 2007261
Subject: Close calls with Murderers
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.
I only met him once.
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.
I only met him once.
mollwollfumble said:
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.I only met him once.
How many axes did he murder? Was he serial?
mollwollfumble said:
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.I only met him once.
Was that the last time you met him?
Woodie said:
mollwollfumble said:
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.I only met him once.
Was that the last time you met him?
Sounds like MWF did humanity a solid and got rid of him?
I was a young man about town in Adelaide around the time Richard Kelvin was murdered by “The Family”.
I remember being hit on by a slightly older but very attractive lady, well out of my league, in a nightclub. She bought me a few drinks and did a bit of shmoozing. I also noted she was continually conversing with a well dressed older man and the pair of them were encouraging me to leave with them to a private party.
Thankfully I had people with me who I didn’t want to leave without so eventually they gve up and moved on. Bit strange of me really because at that time I was only thinking with my dick.
Anyway it dawned on me a bit later in life that I almost certainly would’ve been one of their victims that night.
Jing Joh said:
I was a young man about town in Adelaide around the time Richard Kelvin was murdered by “The Family”.
I remember being hit on by a slightly older but very attractive lady, well out of my league, in a nightclub. She bought me a few drinks and did a bit of shmoozing. I also noted she was continually conversing with a well dressed older man and the pair of them were encouraging me to leave with them to a private party.
Thankfully I had people with me who I didn’t want to leave without so eventually they gve up and moved on. Bit strange of me really because at that time I was only thinking with my dick.
Anyway it dawned on me a bit later in life that I almost certainly would’ve been one of their victims that night.
They sus out the weak and vulnerable. Look for a way in etc.
Ive eyeballed 2 lunatics who kicked my bedroom door down as I sat eating my dinner at a moshav in Israel years ago. They didn’t live in the house. Had a weird vibe off them when they arrived with a weird kiwi chick who lived at the house , I cleared off when they started drinking.
They were screaming and yelling, I figured they wanted to rape me or something. I watched silently, little did they know just out of view I had my hand round the handle of a club hammer ( I was sharing the room with a suspected pedo – kiwi – and had it around incase he got ideas)
I set myself a line in the sand, if they set ONE foot in my room I’d jump up and fuck them up with the club hammer – when you do agricultural work you’d be surprised how strong you get. I figured I’d do the kiwi guy first – previous experiences with kiwis abroad is the ones travelling are often sexual deviants and vicious kicking, spitting, throwing punches. You’d land one on the skull of the strongest attacker then get the other blow on the weaker one – in this case some private school boy from Britain ( another creature to be avoided).
By saying nothing you can claim you’d made no provocation. I was leaning forward, listening , watching , hand firmly gripping the club hammer – they must have twigged I was armed. They backed off and left the house, when the kiwi chick re appeared again a day later I told her never to bring them to the house again – I warned the two south Africans there about these two visitors.
Dangerous people can appear from anywhere at any time and can attack without warning.
wookiemeister said:
Ive eyeballed 2 lunatics who kicked my bedroom door down as I sat eating my dinner at a moshav in Israel years ago. They didn’t live in the house. Had a weird vibe off them when they arrived with a weird kiwi chick who lived at the house , I cleared off when they started drinking.They were screaming and yelling, I figured they wanted to rape me or something. I watched silently, little did they know just out of view I had my hand round the handle of a club hammer ( I was sharing the room with a suspected pedo – kiwi – and had it around incase he got ideas)
I set myself a line in the sand, if they set ONE foot in my room I’d jump up and fuck them up with the club hammer – when you do agricultural work you’d be surprised how strong you get. I figured I’d do the kiwi guy first – previous experiences with kiwis abroad is the ones travelling are often sexual deviants and vicious kicking, spitting, throwing punches. You’d land one on the skull of the strongest attacker then get the other blow on the weaker one – in this case some private school boy from Britain ( another creature to be avoided).
By saying nothing you can claim you’d made no provocation. I was leaning forward, listening , watching , hand firmly gripping the club hammer – they must have twigged I was armed. They backed off and left the house, when the kiwi chick re appeared again a day later I told her never to bring them to the house again – I warned the two south Africans there about these two visitors.
Dangerous people can appear from anywhere at any time and can attack without warning.
I set myself a line in the sand, if they set ONE foot in my room I’d jump up and fuck them up with the club hammer – when you do agricultural work you’d be surprised how strong you get. I figured I’d do the kiwi guy first; You’d land one on the skull of the strongest attacker then get the other blow on the weaker one – in this case some private school boy from Britain.
Dangerous people can appear from anywhere at any time and can attack without warning.
Woodie said:
mollwollfumble said:
The adopted son of a friend of mine was an axe murderer.I only met him once.
Was that the last time you met him?
At the marriage of that friend. About ten years ago.
He’s served his time in prison now and is out again.
When I met him he was extremely depressed – not the “cringe in the corner and weep” sort of depression. The “can only talk by desperately telling unfunny jokes that nobody laughs at” sort of depression.
Very psychotic.
You know the episode from “The shining”. It was apparently much like that.
In his apartment building he lived in he used an axe to chop through a neighbours front door. And then murdered the neighbour, presumably with the same axe.
I doano if they was bona fide murderers, but it felt too close for comfort to me.
2 friends and myself were homeless & traveling from point A to B when we
were invited to stay for an undetermined period of time with a guy & his chick.
I was the youngest and still witless to the ways of the world, so they parked me
with the 2 seemingly harmless people while they went off attending to business.
In the morning I was still laying on a bare mattress on the floor of their crash-pad
when I overheard the 2 of them arguing over their cornflakes in the kitchen…
As the argument became more animated I realized that they were accusing
EACH OTHER of trying to poison Each Other (as they continued wolfing down
the cornflakes)
When they realized that I was awake and listening to their conversation they
both turned on me and stared claiming that I WAS TRYING TO KILL THEM,
The Guy was advancing on me snarling that he could Snap My Neck Before
I could get passed them or even call out for help!
just as the girl put down her bowl and began coming at me from the opposite
direction the front door opened and my 2 returning friends entered the room.
Without acknowledging what they’d walked in on they gathered our belongings
and thanking the deranged couple for the night’s shelter, pushed me out the door
and closed it behind them.
As I gulped and began reconstructing the conversation they’d just missed when they
said they’d already caught the drift… then related to me that they’d known the pair
that they’d met on a previous occasion, telling me they were alone together because
everyone else knew that They were BOTH schizophrenic as fuk! and were always accusing each other
of attempting to kill the other and of threatening anyone who’d try to stop them.
Wheeee …thanks guys for leaving me alone with this pair without any warning. /-8<
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Second tale:
The first day I met one of our forum mates he introduced me to Paul Kelly by linking
me to the song Everything’s Turning To White
taken from the Raymond Carver story So Much Water So Close To Home
WHOA! Talk about a Gutt Punch!!!
He had no way in the world of knowing that he’d just uncovered a childhood trauma
that had lain buried deep in my psyche since I was about 7 years old… Oops… that did it…
He’d just forced me to confront that I’d wandered into a murder scene 50 years earlier.
As a 7 year old school kid innocently returning to my grade school after recess having
been to the little candy store down the street…
I was wandering up the drive way that lay between the playground and a pond adjacent
to a busy highway. As I strolled up the drive attention focused on the small bag in my hand
I looked up in time to see a 1/2 dozen cop cars and to witness several officers pulling the
muddy bloody naked corpse of a woman still halfway in the pond right next to our playground
Evidently the murderer had pulled off the highway and down the driveway to the pond where
he’d had his way with her and exited the scene of the crime under cover of darkness.
50 years later I saw what I saw in vivid detail… pretty much like a bucket of ice water in the face.
“God Told Me To”:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptzrY7JuG_4/