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A teen missing after seven years has been found, his remains discovered in a chimney in a remote cabin in Colorado. His cause of death has been ruled undetermined. There were no physical injuries like broken bones or gunshot wounds found in the autopsy.

Maddux’s mother reported him missing in May 2008. A demolition crew that was tearing down the abandoned cabin found his remains, which needed to be identified through dental records and the missing tip of his right index finger. He damaged his hand in a bicycle accident as a child.

The coroner believes Maddux possibly got stuck shimmying down the chimney. But officials don’t know why he was trying to get into the cabin that was sitting abandoned.

Chuck Murphy said that the cabin was purchased 60 years ago by his parents. He’d check on the property, and said, “It smelled bad.”

It was a rental before it was left vacant at least a decade ago. Maddux’s sister Kate believed that her brother left home, starting a new life. “I have always chosen to believe that this was the case,” Kate said. “I have expected Josh to return home to my father’s house at any time.”

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1915 - Armenian women being crucified during the Armenian genocide

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CORRECTION! This is actually from a film.

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A rare photo of Ed Geins cousin gasping at the conditions of the farmhouse in Plainfield Wisconsin.

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I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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This is a very good read.

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Irma Grese was a SS guard at many Nazi concentration camps. She was known for torturing and killing Jewish women who were weak and sick, but also women whom she felt were more attractive than herself. She believed she would have a career in the movies post WWII, but was instead hanged for her crimes.

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I went through my little brother's text messages... now I wish I never did

From r/nosleep:

Oh, God, Reddit, I’m so terrified. I always knew. I always knew something was off about my little brother, but now… please, I need help. I just don’t know what to do.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I’m your prototypical overprotective big sister. My little brother, Jeremy, is five years younger than me. He’s a sweet kid, but really quiet, the kind who wears glasses and gets shoved around in the hallway. When I was in high school, I followed him through the middle school hallways, watching out for him like a hawk so his bullies couldn’t get to him. I don’t mean to brag, but I was pretty popular, so I was able to use my influence to protect him while I was in the school. After I graduated, it got more difficult. I heard about it even all the way at university. Mom would call me crying about Jeremy. The other kids called him names: freak, psycho, creep. It used to make my blood boil – if I was home, I’d never let anyone hurt Jeremy.

The thing is, though, Jeremy never seemed bothered by the bullying. When kids would shove him, or give him disgusted looks, or snigger as he walked down the hallway, or trash his locker… he just walked through school with his head down, drifting off into his own little world. I used to really worry about him, you know? He really daydreams. He just can’t seem to stay in this reality.

But he’s still my little brother. My sweet, quiet, space-case little brother.

I was thrilled when I came home last spring break and discovered that Jeremy had landed himself a girlfriend. As soon as I walked in the door, he was talking non-stop about this girl, Theresa. She’s beautiful, she’d kind, she’s smart, she likes all the things Jeremy likes… on and on. Now, you have to understand, Jeremy almost NEVER talks. I’m the closest person to him in this world and he never says more than five sentences a day to me.

Of course, I was so excited for him. But I was also a little suspicious about this girl. As soon as he said her name, I went into overprotective sister mode. I started poking and prodding, asking questions in an attempt to really understand this Theresa chick. I asked him how they met, but what I really wanted to know was what her intentions were. What’s she like? But the real question was why she was going after my quiet, harmless little brother? Do you see each other often? Does she live around here? That meant: when do I get to meet her and grill her for myself?

Jeremy seemed blissfully unaware of the true intent of my interrogation. He answered all my questions freely and dreamily. I took careful note of all his answers, mentally promising to wring her little neck if she made him cry.

Unfortunately, I went back to college before I got to meet his little sweetheart. I decided I’d step aside – grudgingly – and give their relationship the opportunity to flourish. This was, after all, his first girlfriend. I didn’t want to ruin his chances by making his family seem psycho.

Fast forward a few months. I came back for summer break and noticed that Jeremy had gone back to his usual self: quiet, unfocused, self-contained. As soon as we were alone, I inquired after his girlfriend.

“We broke up.” He didn’t sound heartbroken or even a little upset. He said it matter-of-factly, and I was left wondering what on earth had happened. I asked my mom, but she was just as clueless as I was: apparently one day he’d just stopped mentioning her and that was that.

Now, something about this didn’t sit quite right. When my first boyfriend and I broke up, I was absolutely crushed. Jeremy was taking this a little too well… what had happened? Was he too embarrassed to tell his big sister?

Ultimately, I pulled a really dick move. Jeremy went out for a few hours – he has a little fort in the woods behind our backyard where he likes to study and read. He left his phone to charge on his desk. I snuck guiltily into his room and decided a quick little peak wouldn’t hurt anyone.

I found his texts with Theresa and started from the beginning. Turns out they’d met on some Internet forum and started chatting there. She lived only twenty minutes away, but they had been texting and apparently officially “dating” for weeks before the topic of meeting each other was seriously considered.

To be honest, the texts were pretty normal at first. They were sweet and syrupy and just a little cringey. They texted some pictures, but nothing dirty (thank God). It culminated with them planning to meet on May 3rd after school. His last text said: “I can’t wait to see you tonight, I love you <3.”

And after that, there was nothing.

Seriously, it’s so weird. No more texts, and when I checked his call history, I found that there were no more calls, either. Something was up with that. Had something gone wrong that night? What was up?

Frustrated, I decided to check the Internet. I’d figured out her full name from the text messages so I figured it would be easy to do a quick Google search to find her Facebook, Twitter, and whatever else.

My heart practically stopped when the top hit was a missing person’s report.

I read through the report frantically, my heart lodged firmly in my throat. Theresa Evans, age fifteen, never returned home from school on May 3rd, reported missing May 4th, anyone with information regarding her disappearance is to contact the police immediately…

Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong. My mind was racing through the possibilities. Had they been assaulted? Was Jeremy too afraid to come forward about whatever had happened? Was he being threatened?

The back door slammed as Jeremy came back home. I threw his phone back on his desk (I’d been clutching it mindlessly) and raced downstairs, trying to act casual. Jeremy, being his usual spacey self, didn’t notice my evasiveness or the sheen of sweat on my forehead.

That night after Jeremy had gone to bed, a plan started to form in my mind. I wanted answers, but at this point I didn’t want to ask Jeremy directly. So how could I find them? Jeremy’s backwoods sanctuary came to mind. He spent so much of his time out there reading and hanging out. I knew he’d built a nice little fort for himself. Maybe there was something out there that could shed some light on this insanity.

Once mom had also gone to bed, I grabbed a flashlight and set off. It took me a few wrong turns to remember how to get out there. Damn, that kid liked his isolation. Eventually I saw the little shack and felt relief wash through me. I don’t know why, but seeing it made me feel reassured. It was just a little shanty, and Jeremy was just my sweet little brother. All my worries were for nothing, weren’t they?

I wish I was right.

As I got closer to the shack, the smell hit me. That smell… I’d never smelled it before, but instantly I knew what it was. Oh, God, no. I ran into the shack, holding my shirt in front of my nose.

Theresa’s body was spilled out on the floor. She was decaying badly at this point. I was gagging as I looked at her corpse, trying to hold down my lunch. Her clothes had been ripped off and she’d been placed on a blanket acting as a makeshift bed. I got a little closer and my world started turning.

There was white… stuff… between her legs and her chest. It was… oh, God, it was Jeremy’s…

I ran outside as far as I could and threw up. And I puked again. And again. Oh, sweet Jesus, my little brother…

I walked back in a daze and crawled into bed, shivering. Oh, man, I had to call the cops. I had to get them involved. But… but my brother… but Jeremy…

I ended up staying at a friend’s house for a few days. I told my mom we were going out of town on a road trip, but really I just needed some time to figure out what I was going to do. Of course, I had to tell the cops. But… but could I do that? Oh, please, not my sweet little brother…

I returned home yesterday, utterly exhausted and having reached no conclusions. As soon as I walked in the door, I heard Jeremy’s animated, excited voice. My chest tightened up as I walked into the kitchen and saw him talking mom’s ear off.

I looked at the two of them warily. “Hey, Jeremy. What’s up?”

He grinned at me and said, “Hey, guess what, Hannah? I got a new girlfriend!”

Oh, God, please help me, Reddit. I think I’m going to be sick…

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CREEPY THINGS TO WATCH

A compilation of all the horror filled movies, t.v shows & documentaries I could find. It includes some of my own masterposts and other people’s masterposts.

Scary Movie Masterpost

Childhood Halloween Masterpost

Psychological Thriller Movie Masterpost

Not So Scary Movie Masterpost

Link to Horror Movies You Shouldn’t Miss

Another Horror Movie Masterpost

Foreign Horror Films Masterpost

Creepy Short Film Masterpost

American Horror Story Masterpost

The Walking Dead Masterpost

Supernatural Masterpost

Scooby-Doo Masterpost

Top 10 Long Scary Stories

Ways to Contact the Dead

Creepy Meaning Behind Nursery Rhymes

Creepiest Glitch Experiences

Paranormal Science Resources

Map of Monsters/Ghosts/Cryptids in the USA

Everything on Astral Projection

Everything on Terrifying Dolls

HORROR MASTERPOSTS

The first couple are masterposts I’ve made, the rest are masterposts I’ve gathered from other blogs.

Masterpost of World’s Scariest Places

Masterpost of True Terrifying Events

Masterpost of Creepy Stories

Masterpost of Gothic Novels

Masterpost of Creepy Websites

Masterpost of Creepy Online Games

Masterpost of Creepy Sleep-Over Games

Masterpost of Scary Music

Masterpost of Free Indie Horror Games

Another Halloween Masterpost

Halloween Pixel/Background Masterpost

Another Halloween Pixel/Banners/Cursor Masterpost

Chilling Tales For Dark Nights Masterpost

Paranormal Podcast Masterpost

Scary App Masterpost

Paranormal Creatures Masterpost

Superstitions Masterpost

Creepy Wikipedia Articles Masterpost

Masterpost of Creepy Stuff

Myths & Urban Legends Masterpost

The Bloodworth Saga Masterpost

Scary October Masterpost

Juliane Koepcke, 17, was the sole survivor (92 perished) on the LANSA flight 508 on December 24th, 1971. The plane flew into a thunderstorm and was struck by lightening. Juliane was then sucked from the plan still buckled into her seat. She fell 2 miles to what should of been her death. But she survived then she endured 10 day hike through the Amazon jungle to be rescued by a logging crew. She did 40 years later did write a book about this and what her life was like shortly after.

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Forrest Grove, Oregon Noise In a small town in Oregon in February 2016, a strange sound that's been jokingly called Satans Teakettle. Residents thought it was every from the water valve system to the end of the times signal going off but no one is quite sure what it is. The sound is a mixture of microphone feedback and a bad note played on a violin. The sound only occurred at night for a few minutes at a time.

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Station Nightclub Fire

On February 20th, 2003 in West Warwick Rhode Island, 100 people died and 230 were injured in a large fire that quickly consumed The Station nightclub in 5 and a half minutes. Great White started their performance for the evening and within seconds of started the band’s manager started pyrotechnics that were not approved for indoor use which were not approved by the clubs management. The fireworks quickly ignited the soundproof foam that consisted of polyurethane. When polyurethane burns it creates a dark, thick, black smoke which contains hydrogen cyanide and carbon monoxide. With 2 or 3 breathes it can cause unconsciousness and eventually suffocation. The club was over capacity and there were no sprinklers installed in the ceilings. Of the 100 people that died by either trampling, burns or smoke inhalation and among them were the shows emcee and Great White guitarist. The nightclub owners and the band manager received 15 year prison sentences for their negligence in the fire. There is a 13 minute video on youtube showing from before it began from the inside of the club. It is a little disturbing.

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Leslie Wilfred was a mother of 4 and expecting twins when she went into labor on November 10th, 2008 at 5 months along. Her husband was working and her children were at school. She called to her husband and the rest of her family to say the twins were born stillborn and cremated. Three days later a memorial for the twins at their church was held where their ultrasound photos were displayed and their ashes placed in two teddy bear shaped earns.

Due to previous a incident with her oldest son and a knife, CPS had a file on the Wilfreds. When CPS heard of the stillborns, they contacted an investigator. The investigator learned that the urns were purchased 5 days earlier and the ultrasound photos were downloaded from the internet. Also found that there were no records for Leslie at the hospital for any check up or a delivery.

Leslie had also lied about ailments with her 4 children. For example, her 11 year old had been raped by a case worker, one daughter had suffered from Leukemia (collection pots were passed around church to help pay for treatments) and her son needed a liver transplant. When investigators visited her home it was found that her stepson was tied in a wooden box that was kept in a closet at night because he was in their words “unruly”. Leslie Wilfred is currently serving an 8 year prison sentence.

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