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Shitty Sheriff running for re-election after TWO major scandals
2023.06.05 06:59 bansheeonthemoor42 Shitty Sheriff running for re-election after TWO major scandals
Blake Andis the Sheriff of Washington County VA is running for re-election. He was responsible for hiring the catfishing cop who drove across the country to kidnap a 15 year old and murder her family AND the Sheriff who's office was featured in Victim/Suspect which is on Netflix right now (they jailed a woman who was raped after getting her to falsely confessing to lying about it).
Our small town doesn't have a newspaper and they have done a very good job of hiding all information about these incidents from the public in SWVA. I can't even find a news article linking the two stories. This is disgusting and needs some press coverage ANY press coverage or something anything. When you Google this sheriffs office or this sheriff NONE of these stories come up. I've been abused by these cops and I know how dangerous they are, and I just wish anybody knew about all of this.
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2023.06.05 04:10 khoafraelich789 Car launches off ramp of tow truck and crashes onto Georgia highway, bodycam video shows
| https://preview.redd.it/5nkv99uly34b1.png?width=620&format=png&auto=webp&s=b2d2b328f2363853c05c846137102b2ec933575e A car launched off a tow truck ramp on a Georgia highway, flew through the air and crash-landed last week, and it was all caught on video. The wild scene unfolded as the Lowndes County Sheriff's Office was assisting the Georgia State Patrol last Wednesday on a highway, according to the sheriff's office. The two sides of the highway are separated by a grass median, and a flatbed tow truck was parked on the opposite side of the highway with its ramp lowered. A sheriff's deputy wearing a body camera was walking in the direction of the tow truck when an apparently distracted driver sped up the lowered ramp. The car blew through a barrier at the back of the ramp and collided with the tow truck's cab as it went airborne. Seconds before the car accelerated up the ramp, a person is seen in the bodycam video walking in front of the tow truck. The person made it to the edge of the highway as the car is seen taking flight behind them. The car landed on its passenger side and flipped over, hitting another car in the other lane, according to CBS affiliate WCTV. The first car eventually came to a stop right side up as smoke rose from the wreck. The driver, identified as a 21-year-old woman from Tallahassee, Florida, survived the crash but suffered serious injuries, WCTV reported. A car is seen on body camera video flying through the air after driving off a flatbed tow truck ramp on a Georgia highway May 24, 2023. Source: cbsnews submitted by khoafraelich789 to CarInformationNews [link] [comments] |
2023.06.05 01:59 Whey-Men Shasta County, CA officials continue to shield from the public key information about an investigation into the sheriff's office under former Sheriff Eric Magrini, even after a judge ordered the county to relinquish the documents.
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2023.06.04 20:19 Whey-Men A Hidalgo County, TX Sheriff’s Office evidence technician is scheduled to be arraigned Monday on a 22-count indictment accusing him of stealing nearly $30,000from a currency evidence box.
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2023.06.04 19:56 dry-desert69 Bomb threat at T1925
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2023.06.04 13:35 killspec27 Two Alameda County sheriff's deputies being charged with felonies. Do your checks....
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2023.06.04 13:14 icanmakehimworse St. Croix County Jane Doe—discovered almost 20 years ago, but a new clue identified this year
St. Croix Jane Doe was a 35-60 year old woman of unidentified height, weight, and eye color but with “mousy brown”, short (between 2.5-3in) hair who was discovered on October 21, 2002 in Houlton, St. Croix county in Wisconsin (to be even more precise, near Andersen Scout Camp Road).
Or rather: her head, wrapped in a black garbage bag, and showing no signs of trauma was found in a heavily wooded ravine by the hiking Boy Scouts. By the time it was discovered, the woman had been deceased for up to a year. No other skeletal remains were found. There were also no clothes, jewelry, or personal items to help identify her.
However, she had quite distinguishable features: according to the Doe Network, she may have been “cognitively impaired” due to a “flat face”, “pronounced forehead”, and “wide spaced eyes.” Her eyes were especially notable being “wider than normal” that suggests even if she wasn’t cognitively impaired, she must have looked “different” while she was still alive.
Furthermore, Jane Doe had spent at least the few last years of her life without teeth. No dentures were located at the scene as well.
Originally, she was thought to be of Asian descent (possibly with a mixture of Hispanic, Native American, and/or white as well), however, just this year, genetic genealogists working with the DNA Doe Project established she was actually of Swedish descent.
Other clues:
- according to the Sheriff’s office, Jane Doe’s head was deposited at the scene within a year of its discovery;
- she might have been institutionalized before her death;
- her relatives might have been migrants to the Twin Cities area.
Who was Jane Doe? How and why did she die? Where are the rest of her remains?
St. Croix County Sheriff seeks information about her. If you recognise Jane Doe or the provided information rings any bells, don’t be afraid to contact his office.
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2023.06.04 05:05 A_Stony_Shore Murkintok Municipal Airport
I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
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2023.06.04 05:01 A_Stony_Shore Murkintok Municipal Airport
I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
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2023.06.04 02:23 VTX1800F Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office identifies suspect in connection with Nebraska Ave. homicide
2023.06.04 01:25 ThatWeirdo1990 How selfish it is for one to waste resources in such an unnecessary manner.
| To whoever felt the need to unnecessarily waste resources, rest assured, I’ve never been suicidal. Absolutely never contemplated. I also have never suffered from or ever been diagnosed by any of the medical professionals or psychiatrists over the years with impairments such as schizophrenia or psychosis. I may not be the saltiest pretzel in the tub, but if I was going to conspire to steal a packet of chewing gum let alone irresponsibly utilize a weapon of any kind, I surely wouldn’t post about it. I wouldn’t do it. Period. So, as you can clearly tell, I’ve chosen to make this post public, hoping to ensure that it is seen by as many as people as possible, and hopefully whichever individual(s) are stalking my page. I also hope it catches the eyes of the two crisis workers, Duchess County Sheriff and the officer who showed up, as to rectify any confusion. I’ve also never made any threats of any kind, whether someone (whoever the hell called) incorrectly claims I have or not. Ask any lawyer. Read everything I’ve ever said. Why would it get thrown right out of court, even if it did ridiculously go that far? Because literally anyone that knows me, including all of the medical professionals from the ‘90s up until currently, all have concluded the same diagnoses over the years. Depression. Mood swings, nothing major. And I’ve been feeling happier for a while now ever since moving here over a year ago, putting my stubbornness aside and being put on an antidepressant. Other than my Thyroid medication, blood pressure medication and my Seroquel (arguably the most widely prescribed anti-depressant) which has actually helped significantly since my Psychiatrist put me on it a year ago right after moving. The latter two medications both work marvelously for my insomnia, depression and stabilization of my blood pressure and more importantly in my case, heart rate. Especially dealing with tachycardia, hypertension and as of recent, an echocardiogram revealing a leaky heart valve. Also, I was only hospitalized a couple of times in my life, and this was long before those several year old videos on Reddit and any other, untrue smoke I blew out of my ass today, yesterday or any other day for that matter. And I was discharged promptly each time. The very brief hospital stays were due to a couple of emotional outbursts, that is just yelling, never once laying a finger on anyone, or on the contrary someone laying a finger on me. I just turned 33 less than two weeks ago and my parents lived with me for 31 of my 33 years and can certainly attest to behavioral issues, that being only the aforementioned and again, many years back. Because in all actuality, since moving in with my fiancée here in April of 2022. I’ve been particularly more stable the last year and I’ve been happier, taking my medication as prescribed. And now, also, I too, admittedly need to stop feeding the trolls and start ignoring the hateful scum. I mean, who randomly bullies a SWEET, KIND, AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL and TALENTED, who’s the least judgmental person I know and with the most purest of soul and a haunting aura, so beautiful. Anyway, bash me all want, cupcake(s), whoever you lousy vaginas are. Just leave that wholly innocent sweetheart alone. Cowardly slime. Anywho, basically, there’s a few disturbing, concerning and unsanitary videos in which I filmed and posted to various social media platforms between 2018 and 2019. As for abusing substances of any kind, that was all blowing smoke out of my ass. Quote me on it, word for word, and we’ll go from there, in a legal sense. Because I certainly ain’t planning on trespassing anywhere and I know my constitutional rights, exceedingly well. If somebody chose to stand in front of a random person’s house at 3:00am, and let’s say you proceed filming someone’s chimney or admire their shingling, and you proceeded to film all that is visible from public view, such as from the sidewalk or a public easement, then yes, any cock-goblin with two YouTube subscribers and nothing better to do with his life and then continues to play the silent treatment while filming without explanation to anyone, such as homeowners and arriving units, by law, that is NOT considered loitering. Such a contributive member (sarcasm intended) to society, that is, the aforementioned individual and dipshit, still has every legal right to bizarrely film like so. Because as anybody should know, suspicion or suspicious behavior does not constitute as a crime, and a reasonable articulable suspicion of a specific crime being committed is always required in order to detain an individual, let alone identify or question one. So, to finalize, all four of these depicted individuals, were splendidly professional, extraordinarily patient with my blabbering mouth and quite understanding given the overall, whacky situation at hand. P.S. I can’t believe how much notoriety we’ve gotten lately. I recorded a video treating Cherokee to Build-A-Bear Workshop and it got 2 million views in less than two days! And the views are still rising! And again, the only reason this all happened was because you (you atrocious shit and hog, whoever you(s) are) FIRSTLY spewed some very nasty, cruel and hateful remarks. It breaks my heart to read given she’s a sweetheart, because all anyone has to do is gloss at my social media, and you can see that I am overly friendly, and extremely respectful and I plain old love helping people. Plus, these are probably the same types of people going on about how terrible bullying is before they sit in front of their television PROGRAMMING, hypocritically rotting their brains in front of MTV for the rest of the day until they decide to make themselves feel good by periodically pickin’ up a piece of litter or two and then irresponsibly, dangerously and selfishly (with absolutely no regard for others’ safety) speed off in their fuckin’ gas guzzlin’ BMW. P.S. P.S. I know I can be quite the douchebag and then, some at times, often misunderstood, and absolutely understandably so. I mean, look at my content alone, that is my FaceBook. There’s there’s no denying that I certainly possess some odd behaviorisms that may be off-putting to some, being the overall goofball that I am, and therefore clearly not hiding the aforementioned, admitted douchebaggery, and that said, the only thing that matters to me is: You all knowing the true depth of my respect, appreciation and thankfulness for the service that all four of you, whether it be our men in blue, state troopers or health crisis workers, especially ones ever so friendly not to mention all of the cordial professionalism displayed by the Sheriff and Detective for the sacrifices you all made, make and continue to make for your fellow brother and sister (and I say this with the utmost sincerity, all wackiness aside) and the same goes to both of the health workers. I want to thank you two as well, emphatically and truly. This whole misunderstanding and bit of misinformation aside, thank you for your delightful demeanor (immediately greeted with a smile most genuine!) patience and for all the care and concern you bestow with your kind assistance in which you offer, helping others live healthily prosperous and happy lives. It was a pleasure meeting all of you! submitted by ThatWeirdo1990 to u/ThatWeirdo1990 [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 01:02 meet_me_at_the_barre [On Patrol: Live] Live Thread June 3, 2023
Welcome to the live thread for Saturday, June 3rd, 2023
Banner Hosts: Dan Abrams,
Sean "Sticks" Larkin, and
Curtis Wilson Episode Description: Hosts Dan Abrams, retired Tulsa Police Department Sgt. Sean "Sticks" Larkin, and Deputy Sheriff Curtis Wilson provide analysis as law enforcement officers on patrol across the country are followed in real time. Show airs from 9pm - 12am EDT
Tonight's lineup: Volusia County Sheriff’s and Daytona Beach Police - FL; Wilkes-Barre Police - PA; Beech Grove Police - IN; Nye County Sheriff’s - NV; Toledo Police - OH; Richland County Sheriff’s and Berkeley County Sheriff’s - SC
Fun Stuff:
We have a
Discord server to chat about the show and bingo!
On Patrol: Live Bingo! Play bingo as you watch! Made by one of our own:
BwanaRob Important Stuff:
Suicide is no joke. Your life is worth living. If you or someone you know is having suicidal thoughts please get help.
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available. Call or text
988 Your local hospital requires donor blood to give people in need the best chance at life. The need is constant, as there is always a shortage. You can find a blood drive
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2023.06.04 00:52 mingkee Roll Call Jun 3, 2023
2023.06.04 00:45 chuckodonovan Florida mom accused of leaving kids in car that caught fire while she was allegedly shoplifting
June 3, 2023, 2:13 PM EDT
By Julianne McShane
A Florida woman is facing two felony charges after allegedly leaving her two children in a car that caught fire while she was allegedly shoplifting, leaving one child with first-degree burns, court records show.
Police arrested Alicia Moore, 24, of Orlando on charges of aggravated child neglect and arson after flames engulfed her car, trapping her children inside, while she was allegedly shoplifting inside the Oviedo Mall on May 26, according to the arrest report obtained by NBC News.
Moore allegedly left her kids inside the 2016 Lincoln around noon that day, while she and an "unknown male" allegedly headed inside Dillard's department store and spent about an hour shoplifting, according to the arrest report. When she was leaving the store, she saw her car "engulfed in flames" and "dropped the stolen merchandise" and fled the store, the report states.
The car was "completely totaled" by the flames, the report states. One child tried to escape the car, and bystanders ultimately helped rescue them before they were rushed to Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital. One child suffered "several first degree burns," including on her face and ears, according to the arrest report. The children's ages are unknown.
When interviewed by police, Moore "stated only her biographical information" and requested an attorney, the report says.
The Seminole County Sheriff's office arrested Moore on an unrelated outstanding warrant, and charged her with aggravated child neglect and arson related to the May 26 incident while she was in custody that same day. (She also faces charges of petty theft and assault and battery on a person over 65 years old in Sumter County, about 55 miles west of Orlando, according to the jail record.)
The arrest report states while the cause of the fire is unknown, Moore's neglect contributed to the children's injuries and "the fire occurred during the commission of a felony by Moore," hence the charges she is facing.
Moore's bond is set at $20,000 and her arraignment is set for June 27, court records show.
She entered a not guilty plea on Friday. Her court-appointed attorney could not immediately be reached.
It was not immediately clear how much prison time she could face if convicted. Representatives for the Seminole County Sheriff's Office and the Oviedo Police Department could not immediately be reached Saturday.
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2023.06.03 23:31 emptywithinyew Anyone recognize this family photo? Found on unidentified deceased male, July, 7th, 2000 in Seeley, California (Possibly Someone Whom Crossed The Border- USA/Mexico)
| Unidentified Person / NamUs #UP14755 Sex: Male, Race: Multiple Date Body Found: July 7, 2000 Location Found: Seeley, California County: Imperial County Estimated Year Of Death: 2000 Estimated Age Range (Years): 30-50 Estimated Birth Year Range: 1950-1970 Estimated Height: 4’ 11” (59 inches) Hair Color: Black / Eye Color: Brown The back of the photo has some writing and it is believed to say: "Rigoberto Chabes Gomes" You can view the writing on the back of photo at this link below: https://imgpile.com/i/9lh1gj Circumstances of Recovery: Located in an area frequented by migrants crossing through Mexico Clothing On Body: black t-shirt with logo "501 is what astronauts wear under their space suits". Blue denim jeans. black leather belt, white buckle; pockets cut open. White socks. bikini style underpants with lepord-skin print on front Footwear On Body: white athletic "Nike Air" Direct Link To NamUs Case For Viewing: https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/14755?nav If you have any information please contact: Imperial County Sheriff's Office- Coroner Division Agency Case Number: 00-108 Main Phone: (442) 265-2105 Address: 328 Applestill Road El Centro, California 92243 / County: Imperial County If you don’t feel comfortable contacting the agency yourself, no problem- you can message me anytime, with any information you might have and I’ll be more than happy to pass it along to the investigating agency all while making sure you remain 100% anonymous. submitted by emptywithinyew to FindTheMissingMexico [link] [comments] |