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Growing Up With Adam Lanza

Original Post

This is not my story, nor my experience. All credits go to the original poster.

We moved to Connecticut the summer before I entered 6th grade, so 2001 - into a beautiful new house in one of the most beautiful towns. A bit more rural than we were used to in New Jersey, but it was an adjustment.My sister, is 2 years younger than me, so was going into 4th grade at the time (it's relevant). We came from a neighborhood where we were all super close and everyone knew one another - block parties every summer, kids running back and forth to one another's houses - we were sad to leave it. 

Within the first few weeks, we met some of our neighbors, everyone was what we soon defined as very 'Connecticut' - it was all a bit surface and nobody had that New Jersey warmth that we'd be used to, our neighbors directly across the street seemed a bit odd. The mom would come over to vent to my mom about her sons and husband (or ex husband, we couldn't really figure it out at the time) and my mom was a sweetheart and was welcoming and warm. 

The holidays came around and the neighbor boy across the street was in my sister's 4th grade class. My sister came back slightly alarmed with what had happened in class that day - the students were asked to make a Thanksgiving turkey out of a traced drawing of their hands - on each finger, they were to write things they were thankful for. The neighbor wrote things like "being a loser, hating myself, etc" very dark things for a 4th grader. 

Fast forward to Christmas, and my mom hears that they have nowhere to go for the holidays, so she politely invites the mother and 2 sons to our annual Christmas Eve party. The boys were so strange. They listened to Japanese techno, with headphones on, and spoke to nobody. They headed straight to our basement to play video games - it was weird. The younger one was always much stranger than the older one - and the neighbor mom would always open up to my mom and aunt (who works with special needs students) about how he would hurt himself, and how he needed to be put in special needs programs but that he could never quite be diagnosed. They thought he was on the spectrum at first, but that quickly proved to not be the case. We always assume she'd been confiding in them because my aunt was experienced with special needs kids and that she was looking for advice. 

The Christmas Eve's stand out to me because they were at our home, in a very intimate setting, but we saw them on a daily basis. My sister and I would come home from school telling my mom about how weird the younger neighbor boy was, and that something was off. I will never forget her telling us "just be nice to him, you don't know what he is capable of" - 

that struck me as so odd at the time, but we listened. I don't know if his mother told my mom something that scared her and made her say it, or she just had a gut instinct. 

Recently after that, and I can't quite remember if this were middle school or high school - I think I was in 9th grade and my sister and younger neighbor boy were in 7th, so we all rode the bus together. What my mom said, stuck out in my mind, so today I decided to be friendlier than usual. There was snow on the ground and younger neighbor boy was drawing something in it and muttering to himself "Coo Coo Me Ay Looku" (no idea how that should be spelled, but that's what he was saying on repeat and drawing in the snow - it stuck with me). I decided to greet him - "Hi Adam, good morning!"

 - No eye contact.​"I'll bomb you," he said, making no eye contact.​

We let it slide. Came home and told my mom - she reiterated "just be nice. we don't know what he's capable of." Keep in mind, we were KIDS. We didn't know what to take seriously, and what not to.

 I wish we had done more. ​Keep in mind, he wasn't someone who was bullied or made fun of - he was always 'off' in the sense that he could not hold eye contact or a conversation, or even a hello. Kids didn't make fun of him - he was a loner, but it seemed to be by choice. I didn't know why we were cautious/afraid around him other than the fact that he showed zero warmth, zero humanity. We knew he had special needs, so we never really second-guessed anything and just tried to be as polite as possible.​

When the bus would drop us all off at our respective houses, he would run all the way up his driveway on the hill with his hands by his sides and then turn around and kind of make a hiss noise down at everyone making claws with his hands. It was always so odd, but again, we were kids, and there are always a couple of kids in school who are a little strange. We took it as just that. ​They were invited to several Christmas Eve's so my memories kind of blend here. One year, the neighbor mom started screaming at my innocent grandmother for being a Yankees fan (she was a Red Sox fan). It was BEYOND strange because my g-ma is the cutest little lady of all time and was in no way trying to argue over sports. It was as though the woman clearly had a weird switch go off. She was always nice to me, but I'll be honest, we rolled our eyes every time my mom invited them. It was always such forced conversations with her and as a teenager, I wanted nothing to do with being cornered into another chat. I think she must've just been lonely.​

The following year, and the final year they were invited to Christmas Eve, was when she got into it with my mom about having guns in the house. The boys only attended the first couple of Christmas Eve's so it was just the mom this time around. The topic of guns came up. The neighbor mom started telling my mom about how she has guns in the house and how she takes her younger boy to the shooting range all of the time. My mom said that she didn't agree with having guns in the house - wasn't trying to argue, but the neighbor mom got out of hand about it. Very defensive and ultimately, getting aggressive about how she grew up in New Hampshire and that's 'just the way of life' there.​The neighbor mom told us how brilliant the younger neighbor boy was, and that he had hacked into some of the government's highest levels of security and that the CIA showed up on his doorstep. (We have absolutely no idea if this story is true or not, but this is what she told us, so it became our ongoing joke when anything strange happened at our house). There were a few odd things throughout the years - our internet had clearly been messed with, lights would flicker in the house - and we would joke, that it was young neighbor boy each time.​

It wasn't until December 14, 2012 that we knew just what he was capable of. I was out of college, working outside of Philadelphia, my sister still a student in college, and my youngest brother a student at the high school. The worst day of all of our lives. My dad heard the gunshots in the morning that killed the neighbor mom, Nancy Lanza. He assumed it had been a hunter in the area, maybe a little closer than usual. 

Until the FBI showed up and he had to evacuate the house as snipers lined our driveway. My mom was at the mall and we were all frantically calling one another as the news broke slowly throughout the day. At first, they had his identity wrong and said it was his brother, but we knew it had to have been him. Thank god for my mom making sure we were as nice as possible. Although I don't know that it would've stopped him. I wish we had done more at the time, I wish we KNEW to do more at the time. We didn't. We didn't want to assume the worst out of someone. I wish we had.​ 

20 students, 6 teachers - killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School that day. 

The worst act of evil I have ever experienced so directly in my life and I hope will never fucking experience again.

 I'm thankful that we survived growing up across the street from him, but gutted for those who did not get so lucky. Kids. Little kids. In a place that should be the safest haven for them in their youth. I hate it so much. I know I will never see him again, but regardless, Adam Lanza, Let's Not Meet ever again.

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Biggest kink?

murder

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bowl hair says NO

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Me: *exists*

My parents: you are doing it wrong

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From the book Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents

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Serial killer Edmund Kemper  ‘’The Co-ed Killer’’

Standing at 6 feet 9 inches and with an IQ of 145, Edmund Kemper was an intimidating killer in every sense of the word.

Kemper’s murderous impulses can be traced back to his childhood, where he presented troubling behavior in a family ill-equipped to deal with his problems. His father, Edmund Emil Kemper II, was a World War II veteran who was in a loveless and damaging marriage with his mother, Clarnell Elizabeth Kemper.

Clarnell was an alcoholic, suffering from borderline personality disorder. The older Kemper, who had worked on nuclear bomb tests in the Pacific once said that “suicide missions in wartime and the later atomic bomb testings were nothing compared to living with Clarnell.” Clarnell would berate her husband for what she perceived as his “menial” job and refused to coddle her son for fear that it would “turn him gay.”

At the same time, Kemper began to display dark fantasies relating to sexuality and death. He would decapitate his sister’s dolls in elaborate rites and even stalked his second-grade teacher outside her house, carrying his father’s bayonet.

At the age of 10, he killed his family’s pet cat, and at the age of 13, he killed another, this time keeping pieces of the animal in his closet until his mother found them.

In 1957, Kemper’s father left the family, leaving him in the company of just his mother and two sisters. His mother feared Kemper, who already stood 6’4″ at the age of 15. She made him sleep in a locked basement out of fear he would harm his sisters .She would regularly berate and insult him, telling the boy that no woman would ever love him.

At the age of 14, Kemper ran away from his mother’s house to live with his father in California. However, his father had remarried and sent Kemper to live with his grandparents on their ranch. There Kemper transferred much of his rage for his parents towards these his new stewards. After getting into an argument with his grandmother, Kemper shot her in the head with his grandfather’s .22 caliber rifle. He then killed his grandfather as he was walking up the driveway towards the house so, according to Kemper, he would not have to find out his wife was dead.

Kemper then turned himself into the police after calling his mother and asking what to do. Kemper was then sent to the criminally insane unit of Atascadero State Hospital. It was there that he was first tested for his IQ, and learned of his high score.

On Kemper’s 21st birthday in 1969, he was finally released from Atascadero back into the care of his mother, who was now working as an administrative assistant at the University of California, Santa Cruz.He still had to check in with probation psychologists, but knew what to say to them from his experiences at Atascadero and was considered a low risk.After a year, Kemper began living in places across Northern California, periodically returning to his mother’s house in Aptos when he had run out of money.

It was at this time that Kemper embarked on his infamous murder spree where he would pick up young women who were hitchhiking and murder them, have sex with their corpses, and dismember their bodies. His first victims were Mary Ann Pesce and Anita Luchessa, two Fresno State students he encountered while driving around Berkley, Calif. Kemper brought the women to a wooded area nearby where he originally intended to rape them, but panicked and ended up stabbing and choking the two women to death. He then stuffed their bodies in his trunk and drove over to his house in Alameda where he was living at the time. On the way, a police officer stopped him for a broken taillight but did not search the car.Once home, Kemper raped the bodies before dismembering them, placing the pieces of the bodies in plastic bags, and disposing of them in a ravine near Loma Prieta Mountain.Kemper continued this formula of murder on his next victim, 15-year-old Korean dance student Aiko Koo. During this encounter, Kemper accidentally locked himself out of his car but was able to persuade Koo to let him back in.

By early 1973, Kemper had run out of funds and had moved back in with his mother at her home on the UC Santa Cruz campus. There he continued his killings, murdering three more college students he picked up around the campus. He even buried one of the dismembered heads of his victims in his mother’s garden and left it facing upward toward her bedroom. According to him, he did this because his mother “always wanted people to look up to her.” 

On April 20, 1973, Kemper’s murders reached their natural culmination when he bludgeoned his mother to death with a claw hammer while she slept in her bed. Kemper then decapitated her and raped her severed head, before placing it on a shelf and using it as a dart board. He cut out her tongue and larynx and placed them in the garbage disposal. 

Kemper then invited his mother’s best friend over to the house, before murdering her and stealing her car. He drove to Colorado, but after not hearing any news of the murders, ended up calling the police from a phone booth to confess to murdering his mother. 

The police did not take the call seriously prompting Kemper to admit to all of the murders he had committed to get their attention. When asked why he turned himself in, Kemper said that “the original purpose was gone…I just said to hell with it and called it all off.”

He was arrested and convicted of eight counts of first-degree murder. Kemper attempted suicide twice and even requested the death penalty, but failed on all counts and was given seven consecutive life sentences. 

Edmund Kemper was imprisoned at the California Medical Facility alongside Herbert Mullin and Charles Manson, where he still resides to this day. While in prison, Kemper willingly participated in a number of interviews from reporters and law enforcement.

As detailed in Mindhunters, Edmund Kemper’s testimony as to his state of mind during his murders was integral to law enforcement’s understanding of the mind of serial killers. Edmund Kemper became a model prisoner at the California Medical Facility, where he is in charge of scheduling other inmates’ appointments with psychiatrists and has spent over 5,000 hours narrating books on tape for the blind.

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Bundy 5'10

Dahmer 6'1

Kemper 6'9

Ridgeway 5'10

Gein 5'7

Wuornos 5'4

Manson 5'1

Gacy 5'10

Ramirez 6'1

Roof 5'6

Harris 5'7

Klebold 6'2

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ok so uh i put my journal (full of notes and letters and dark shit) in a box not thinking about it, now it’s somewhere in my house and i cant find it and i dont want my mom to find it....i guess we’ll find out where its at when we move :/ but dear GOD if she ever found that im fucked

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The  Boleskine House 

The Boleskine House is an infamous house surrounded by death, destruction, and occult rituals. It’s history runs deep and it resides on the south-east side of Loch Ness in Scotland. It’s birth began in 1760 by Colonel Archibald Fraser as a hunter’s lodge. Allegedly the lodge was built on lands where a 10th century kirk once resided, the congregation all died in a fire. Not only that but there is also a very old graveyard connected to these lands. A lot of strange happenings have been reported from the manor over the years.  In 1899 Aleister Crowley purchased the manor and there many occult rituals of “dark” magick began. He believed it was the perfect location to perform a series of ritual, one being where he tried to invoke his Guardian Angel which one of the steps is to summon and conquer the 12 Princes of hell (demons). Apparently while performing the 6 month long ritual he was called to Paris by the leader of The Golden Dawn, thus never banishing the demons he had summoned. He left the property in 1913. The next owner reportedly committed suicide in the home.  After that the house would then have many private owners over the years, one being Jimmy Page, the guitarist and founder of Led Zepplin, who showed interest in Crowley’s work. Sadly, in 2015 the manor suffered significant fire damage. A previous owner stated “ the extent of the damage is so bad it is unlikely it will ever be rebuilt unless there is someone out there with an interest in the occult wanting to spend a lot of money.“ 

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After 16 horrific blows to the head that took of his jaw and went through his skull, Peter Porco miraculously was still alive. The 52 year old sustained massive head and facial trauma but still managed to hold on but not without a small cost. The blows hit a part of his brain where he couldn’t really understand what was going on or make any clear judgement. He did however do things he normally did in a every day routine. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, shaved, loaded the dishwasher, packed lunch, and wrote his son a check. He left a trail of blood all through out the house before he collapsed on the floor where his injuries finally welcomed him to death. Mr. Porto did all of these routines without realizing that his wife had also been attacked and was bleeding to death in bed.    She survived the attacked but lost her left eye, and a portion of her skull and face which left her disfigured. The investigators believed their son Christopher Porco was involved in this gruesome murder and attempted murder. Despite his sentencing of 50 years to life on each count totaling a minimum of 50 years in prison, his mother Joan Porco is in denial that he would ever commit such a thing.  A few speculate the evidence against him is nothing but circumstantial.