The remains of a missing 16 year-old Rio De Janiero girl—identified as Christiane Silva, who had left her home last Friday evening to go meet some friends, has now been found.
Some neighborhood school boys, after going into a dried-up drainage ditch to retrieve their soccer ball, were first alerted by the putrid smell of decomposing human flesh...and then called for help.
Pulled from the ditch, approx., three-feet-deep—with blow-flies already attached and maggots—the girl's remains was taken to Police forensic headquarters where investigators then discovered an approximate time of death.
All taking place only hours after leaving her father's home, a Brazilian police task-force spokesman said the teen girl had been sexually assaulted, then both shot and stabbed numerous times.
The young girl was living with her father, Vitor Silva, who had the grisly task of identifying his daughter's partially-nude and decomposing body.
The Dad also stated he had warned the girl not to hang-out with 'bad company.'
The distraught, mentally disturbed, and suicidal 36-year-old woman named Christine Schürre arrived in Sweden during the summer of 2007 for one reason, to get her boyfriend back—who had abandoned their relationship in favor of his children's biological mother.
When plan A didn't work, the German citizen Schurre, stayed in Sweden and attempted to settle-in. She got lucky, and found a new apartment in Skarpnäck, located in a quiet suburb of Stockholm.
Then, Schurre, like many other mentally disturbed people, began to got bored. This type of female are often obsessed, and are never happy with anything, anyone, or anywhere they may reside.
And, on top of everything else, Schurre needed a man, or so she thought.
But with no takers, it clearly came as no surprise, at least to those who knew her, that the mentally unstable Schürre would either try to get her old boyfiend back, or for a third time, attempt to commit suicide.
She chose the latter. And again she was admitted to Södersjukhuset hospital and was later released with only minor cuts on her arms.
She remembered that she had earlier tried to commit suicide twice as a younger woman—as the direct result of feeling betrayed by that same certain Swedish man we have discussed earlier.
A familiar narrative, one we hear in many of these real-life horror stories now comes to my mind: "If only she could get him back into her life, she would then be whole again.
She thought childishly: "How could he have abandoned her—a sexy young women who had given him everything, including a beautiful two-week romance in Greece?"
Inevitably, Schurre, like many other murderous women in this same situation, had now decided that he must pay dearly for the pain he had caused her. "And what better way than to kill his children,"...she murmured to herself, and smiled.
Yes, in order to gain back her sanity and piece of mind, she must seek redemption and retribution—at all costs.
She would get on the train and find him,
Eventually she found his name and address.
She got on a train and traveled until coming to a full halt right nearby the victim's house.
Schürrer lightly swung the ancient door-knocker twice in succession with a resounding 'tap-tap.'
Eventually, the children's mother, who's also the man's wife, 23-year old Emma Jangestig, answered the door.
"Do come in," said Jangestig.
"Sure," said Schürrer, who was hoping the enemy would say those kind words.
Stepping over the immaculate wooden threshold, and using all of her 150--pounds of body-weight, Schürre leaped and wrestled Jangestig to the floor.
She then grabbed hold of the 20 oz Framing Hammer and began striking Jangestig over the head 15 times with the claw end.
She then turned her attention to the two sleeping children, 3-year old Max and 1-year old Saga.
She raised her right arm and brought it down hard—as pieces of blood mixed with white brain-matter flew across the room, spattering, and finally coming to rest upon the fine wooden dining table.
The room was painted red with blood, and two children, 3-year old Max and 1-year old Saga, had no chance.
Personally speaking, as a father of two teenage sons who were born in 1993 and 1997, the hardest reality-crime-scene photos for me to view are those of murdered youths. Especially those of murdered teen boys.
There's no doubt in my mind that if either of my sons were ever murdered my sanity would die with them.
However, being mindful that possibly these photos might one-day shock somebody's child into ridding themselves of drugs, alcohol, and the violent world which goes along with it, the posts will continue.
Clearly, that one-single-saved-life, for me, would be worth more than money—or the number of internet-hits ever could be.
OK, on with the narrative:
Daniel Araujo Santos—an innocent 17-year-old boy—was, last Tuesday, lounging at an Internet café with his younger sister Rafaela.
Rafaela, age 14, who claimed she witnessed everything, said her brother was kidnapped—and had likely become the victim of mistaken internet identity.
The girl stated that 'three hooded men' burst into the cafe and, while holding him at gunpoint, took off with Santos in a silver colored vehicle.
According to Police, Santos was then taken to a remote area near a plantation in rural Penedo, Brazil, where he was taken from the back seat, forced to kneel down, and brutally executed.
Santos' bullet-riddled-body was not discovered until the following day, Wednesday, by local farm workers. He was shot numerous times through the face and the back of the head.
Police later found evidence of spent shell casings at the scene—two of which belonged to a .380 and a .9mm handgun.
The worst was yet to come however. Because, although Santos' himself would never again have the luxury of feeling human emotion or pain—his grief stricken family, who were summoned by investigators for the unenviable task of identifying their son's body, certainly would.
"All monsters are human. You're a monster." ~ Sister Jude
“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” ― Charles Bukowski
Contrary to popular belief, there are people in this fucked-up world of ours who will cut one's head off—especially if one happens to be involved in any illegal drug activity.
Take for instance the above charred remains which is believed to be that of Cleiton Silva Gentil, a fugitive who's accused of drug trafficking, robberies and bank robberies.
Found by workers in the rural area of Rosewood, this past Tuesday, March 18th, in Uruçuca, a town and municipality in the state of Bahia in the North-East region of Brazil, the headless-charred corpse, suspected to be Gentil's, will now be DNA tested along with a human head which was found in another separate location last Sunday.
If the Police are correct in their assumption, and the head and char-coaled body do indeed belong together, then, if you'll pardon the pun, the headless man, Silva Gentil, can now be 'pieced back together.'
Unfortunately, however, it won't do him much good at this point.
According to Webster's famous dictionary, the word 'Prostitution' is defined as: "The business or practice of providing sexual services to another person in return for payment."
Sometimes it's also referred to as 'the world's oldest profession.'
These days, prostitution is defined as a 100-billion-dollar-per-year industry. The actual payment, or pay-scale for services rendered however, is left undefined—and there's a good reason for that.
Hookers who are desperate for cash and choose to go out walking the streets alone after midnight have historically become the preferred "prey of choice" for serial-killing-predators such as the notorious Ted Bundy and Gary Ridgway: "The Green River Killer."
As (shown below) clearly depicted, one unsuspecting streetwalker did not get her desired cash-payment after a sexual rendezvous with an unknown client.
Rather than receiving her payment in monetary form—instead the pay-back came to her in the form of a .38-caliber slug.
Caveat emptor is the Latin form of "Let the buyer beware."
According to credible sources, "Garanhuns is a city in the Brazilian state of Pernambuco."
Located in the Borborema Plateau, the town is well-known for having pleasant weather, especially during the winter months.
That would certainly make sense, and provide a beautful backdrop as well as tie in nicely to our next true crime story regarding the murder of Adalcindo Feitosa age 66, who was doing nothing that seemed the slightest bit out of the ordinary.
One year past retirement age, Feitosa was merely enjoying the day, minding his own business, while relaxing in his favortite lawn chair under the shade of his favorite tree.
Nonetheless, if you happen to be one of those unfortunate people who have a history of violence, the black hounds of hell will sniff you out, no matter where you're hiding.
The metaphoric black hounds in this case were the two men who drove up on Feitosa in a silver colored vehicle carrying two fully-loaded 12-guage shotguns.
They easily spotted their prey, Feitosa, who was partially asleep in his comfy lawn chair.
They stalked him slowly, approaching him stealthily and gently, and when the moment was just right, they pulled their triggers, riddling his chest and facial area with numerous holes made from buck-shot—the plastic 'wadding' from inside the gun can also be seen in one of the photos.
As quick as it happened it was over in the same instant. With a squeal of rubber the pair of gunmen then fled the scene.
According to the following credible sources, TruTV and LiveLeak , a Russian snuff-film recorded on a cellular phone and once thought to have been staged, has now been confirmed by an Investigative Committee in the Chechen Republic as being the absolute real-deal and the work of a serial killer.
In the summer of 2011, on August 8, to be specific, 26-year-old Salavdi Adamov, a real-life HBO Dexter-like character, while driving, would pass the time by aimlessly stalking females.
Adamov, on two separate instances, found two women, more than likely prostitutes, who were uninhibited and docile-enough to be victimized.
In typical serial-killer-fashion, the women were abducted by choking them into a state of semi-consciousness, binding them with rope, and stuffing them into the trunk of his vehicle, Adamov then drove each of these girls to his remote dumping site.
Once there, the predator unloaded his prey, placed the body on the cool grass facing upward—and then, as one might field dress a caribou, he would begin sawing his way through her neck muscle, tendons, and eventually the carotid-artery.
Then, lastly, Adamov would make a fire-pit, and burn away all the grisly remains, or potential incriminating evidence.
The second-victim incident is shown in the horrifying video below—all captured on tape by Adamov's best friend, 22-year-old Beshto Abalaev.
Adamov had apparently invited Abalaev along for the ride to film the murder, which, for him, was likely a festive occasion.
Crime does not pay, and murder is nothing to trivialize; with that old adage in mind, a recent investigation has led to the arrest of both men.
Adamov is charged with two counts of murder and abduction. Abalaev, the partner in crime, is charged with being an accessory, and with attempting to conceal evidence.
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"Reader, attend! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit: Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root."
The Mexican-drug-trade is not always about the murdering and beheading of other rival males.
Sometimes it's also about torturing and killing innocent women.
Found on Neron Street, in the suburbs of Acapulco, Guerrero, Mexico, this past September, were the remains of two very-young female prostitutes.
Left in the hot sun to rot, the attractive pair were obviously murdered execution style—shot twice from behind with hands bound—by members of a local drug cartel.
The bold lettered notes written on large pink placards and placed beside the corpses told the tale:
The english translation on the first placard reads:
"Attention, neither the marines nor the federal police can mess with us, the Commandos of the Devil.Signed, El Cremas."
The second placard referenced the two dead women:
"This happened to us because we informed the people from Cartel del Centro. Signed, El Cremas and Captain Sosa."
"Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go."
Christine Jessop of Queensville, Ontario, on a fateful day back in October 1984, was just nine-years-old, and craving bubble-gum, when her school bus dropped her off at the end of the driveway at about 3:50 p.m.
After learning that her parents weren't yet home on this cool autumn afternoon, she then filled her tiny lungs with the crisp Canadian air—which still had hints of late summer wild flowers, hopped on her bicycle and sped-off down the road to a nearby store.
The fenders on her bike rattled loudly as the new-fallen leaves crunched like cornflakes under her wheels. With visions of penny-candy filling her head, the little girl would have no way of knowing the horror that was about to befall her.
Christine would never be seen alive again.
Later that night, according to a York Regional Police commission's report, the local law enforcement, not the RCMP, "responded immediately," racing to the little girls home with a multitude of emergency vehicles, including a dog handler.
One specific K-9 named "Ryder," whose handler was a Constable named Robertson, stated later in court that he had used Christine's sweater for scent, as he canvassed the area near her home.
The officer then stated that "when he and the dog approached a beige-colored Honda, belonging to Guy Paul Morin, one of the Jessop's neighbors, "Ryder began sniffing in a pronounced way and put its front paws up against the glass on the passenger side door."
The weeks passed by painfully slow, but then, on December 31, 1984, almost thirty-miles-away on Ravenshoe Road in the Durham Region, Cristine's tiny lifeless body was discovered.
Naked from the waist down with her legs spread, Cristine was swearing "a beige turtleneck, a blue pullover sweater, a blouse, and white socks with blue stripes. Her blue corduroy pants and running shoes were placed neatly beside her feet. "
Police crime-scene reports also stated that "her panties were found at her right foot along with a necklace with hair attached, later identified as Christine's."
The subsequent autopsy, performed on January 2, 1985, found multiple stab wounds, and listed that as the cause of death.
In April of the same year, with not much to go on, Christine's above-mentioned next-door neighbor, Morin, then 23-years-old, was arrested and charged.
Morin's car, which was the supposed transport vehicle, was also seized and criminally-processed by the Ontario Centre of Forensic Sciences in Toronto.
Not a drop of anything in the way of substantial evidence was ever found by OCFS.
Morin was then rightfully acquitted in a highly-publicized February, 1986 trial. But prosecutors were far from satisfied, especially when, in their minds, the "right" verdict had not been handed down.
The corrupt Ontario crown-prosecutor's office decided to appeal the Judge's decision, and ordered a new trial.
On July 30, 1992, by using jail-house-informants, tampering with evidence, etc., the prosecution finally got what they wanted. Morin was convicted, and sentenced to life behind bars in one of Canada's most notorious Prisons, theMedieval-looking, Kingston Penitentiary.
Knowing in his heart-of-hearts that one day he would be free, and not wanting to get categorized with convicted rape-hounds, and pedophiles, Morin requested no special conditions which would see him being housed in 'PC' aka (protective custody.)
Instead Morin spent his years behind bars in the 'GP' aka (general population.)
If nothing else, at least he would have his dignity.
First arrested in 1986, the nine-years of his life he lost is something that Morin, age 32, knew he could never get back or replace. However, as a result of sophisticated DNA testing , he did gain back his life and his innocence on January 23, 1995.
In the meantime, Christine Jessop has no life nor has she had any Justice. Her real murderer is either dead, in jail on other crimes, or still on the loose. ~
"Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went down where the vultures feed I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need" ~Dylan
The true-to-life crime-scene photos of an non-fictional murder victim—no matter which country they happen to have been taken in, in my opinion, are less dramatic and more destructive than we are used to seeing on TV-shows or in the Movies.
In real life, there's only one story to tell.
And it's brief, and life-ending.
It's the story of a bullet; traveling through the air, hitting it's intended target—and the consequential destruction which that one event causes.
It's just a tiny piece of lead fired from a rifle or handgun—but when the bullet explodes on contact, it can rip through a human body made of brittle bone, arteries, and tissue, and cause tremendous trauma and devastation.
The result is an ugly mess of wasted human remains, lying face down in the street.
Below are the graphic crime scene photos of a young ex-convict who was charged for murder in another part of his home country, Brazil.
The victim, 22-year-old Creisson "Keke" Mason, was charged with murder inSão Joaquim but he will never make it to court.
Mason was gunned down this past Monday at approximately 7:30 in the morning only a few steps from his residence in the Santa Rosa neighborhood. Yet, despite the brutal homicide taking place in broad-daylight and during rush-hour, nobody saw a thing.
Fear can paralyze.
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" Just then, the criminal who was going to be put to death with Jesus said, 'Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.' - And Jesus said to him, 'Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.' " -Luke 23:32-43
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