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"The Kiss of Life". This iconic photo shows a utility worker receiving mouth-to-mouth after being electrocuted. He survived. .

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23 People Share Their Creepiest Stories Of Young Kids With Sociopathic Behavior
 1. A boy who admittedly likes to kill things.
I work at a summer camp. One year a kid (he was 12 I think) killed a caterpillar and made his fellow campers really upset. Then, when I took this kid aside to get him to calm down and to explain why what he did was wrong, he said to me “I like killing things. What’s wrong with that?”
2. A boy with a predilection for abusing cats.
I had a student whose parents were abusive; it was evident by the physical marks, however school administration could never do anything for multiple reasons. Anyways, the cops were called to the boy’s house one afternoon just a few weeks before summer vacation. They discovered that the boy had tortured local neighborhood cats by trapping them in makeshift, cardboard cages and then lighting the boxes on fire; apparently he used a magnifying glass to sear the cat’s fur and would let them out disfigured but alive so he could continue at another point.
Most were stray cats, however the cops finally found out when a passerby saw the kid stick a firework up a cat’s behind and thereafter throw it hammer-style across an overpass. Really fucked and never heard from the kid since. The parents ended up splitting and pretty sure the kid went to live with his grandmother.
3. A truly creepy kid who sees “death everywhere.”
I was a kindergarten teacher for a while, and one little boy came up to me and said: “I found a dead mole in my backyard, I talked to it, and it talked back. There’s death everywhere…”
4. A boy with classic sociopathic tendencies takes an all-too-typical route.
When I was in kindergarten there was a kid named “Joe” who asked if he could use the restroom and when the teacher said he’d have to wait, “Joe” and another kid proceeded to piss their pants.
Also around that time, “Joe” once came to my house randomly and pissed in my kiddie pool. My mom saw it happen through the window, and then “Joe” came and rang the doorbell and asked her, “are there any kids here to play with.” My Mom said “NO.”
This kid had a childhood of anti-social behavior, including acts of animal abuse and arson (he burned down a house and a business, on two different occasions) before he turned 18. It reached a point where he raped his ex-girlfriend and then murdered her by stabbing her almost 20 times. He is serving life in prison for his crime.
Oh, and I almost forgot another thing he did while a teenager. He pummeled a kid who was much younger with bricks in the woods near my house. The kid that was assaulted has physical and mental scars because of that.
5. A kid who was expelled from school for his threatening behavior.
My mom had a student in her preschool class who was always full of morbid thoughts. He was expelled in the 11th grade for threatening to bomb his high school and lashing out a knife on his least favorite teacher.
6. A 3-year-old boy who threatened to kill the baby inside his teacher’s pregnant belly.
Unfortunately, I met a little boy that had some serious issues. I was assisting in the three-year-old room of a preschool when I was pregnant. I was about eight months along when one of the kids started acting out more than usual. At one point, he got into the toolbox (my dumbfuck boss wasn’t great about locking it up after she used it with the kids), grabbed a screwdriver, and came at me with it, saying “I’m gonna stab your tummy and kill your baby in the head!” my boss grabbed him and restrained him. My husband insisted I resign unless the kid was moved to a different class, but his parents pulled him out the next day. He’s six now, out there somewhere with his serious rage problems.
7. A frog killer from summer camp.
One of the kids in my summer camp took the little baby frog I caught and stepped on it and laughed at me while I cried. Is that sociopathic behavior or is that just how little boys are?
8. A fellow classmate who murdered her own mother.
I went to school from grade 4 through to high school with a girl who planned and carried out the murder of her own mother. She was a terrible, manipulative cunt and I hated her a lot. Everyone laughed at me. Teachers asked why I couldn’t be more like her. My parents shrugged it off as a crush. My “friends” wondered why I had such a hate-on for her.
High school roles around, she’s inexplicably absent for a long time. No one tells me why. Turns out they finally found out she was responsible for her mother’s death and she’d gotten away with it for a year. Here’s the worst part: EVERYONE KNEW EXCEPT ME. All my “friends” figured I would do something like TELL THE POLICE SHE COMMITTED MATRICIDE because I had such an “unreasonable” hatred for her.
9. Sometimes you can glean sociopathic tendencies from a kid’s favorite part in a Harry Potter movie.
I work at a pediatric dental office where we have TVs on the ceilings above the patient chairs. We have apple TVs so we’re able to let the kids pick whatever movie they want and we can rewind it, pause it etc. One kid was watching Harry Potter 1 and asked me to rewind one part because he said it was his favorite. It was the scene where Voldemort kills Harry’s parents. No joke.
10. A 1st grader who was basically possessed.
Danish teacher here. A 1st grader came up to me, looked my straight in my eyes and said nothing for ten seconds. Then she spoke, telling me how she wished the “blood red pigeons from the lake would come to take her away.” She then started to speak English; I can’t remember what she said, but it was four long sentences in perfect English, which she doesn’t speak. Anyway, she’s not a sociopath, just kinda weird, she just graduated and is still weird, but she’s doing fine.
11. A creepy kid who ended up becoming a murderer.
A friend of my parents is an elementary teacher. One day, while she was over for dinner, she told me a story about this creepy kid in one of her classes. This kid would only draw bodies and weird shit, and wouldn’t talk unless forced. Just a kid with a bad vibe around him. Years later, it turned out he pushed someone over the railing on a bridge. The person caught the railing, but the kid stomped on his fingers until he fell into the ravine below. Went on to kill a few more people before getting caught. Creepy stuff.
12. A student who claimed that the clock was speaking to him.
I had a student tell me that the clock on the wall was telling him bad things.
13. A kid who was an incontestable budding sociopath.
I worked for a year as a support aide for a little boy who was in grade one (around 6 years old?). He had been expelled from his prep class at another school, reportedly for killing his class pets. The second day of his new school (before I started with him), he was suspended for repeatedly ramming a little girl’s head into the monkey bars. The worst story I heard was how he concocted a plan to kill his friend’s little sister. Apparently the family friend was complaining about his little sister, saying he hated her, so this boy got a knife from the kitchen and tried to lure the girl into a room with the apparent intent on stabbing her. He also knew where his father kept a gun (unusual in Australia). I spent a year working with him and would talk to my mother (an experienced psychiatric nurse) about his behavior. She would often say that he sounded like a budding sociopath. He was extremely impulsive and violent and never seemed to show any remorse or regret for what he would do to other kids, only that he had been caught and punished etc. I have no idea what happened to him but I do often wonder.
14. A 6-year-old who stabbed a fellow classmate.
I coach my son’s soccer team and one of the kids got expelled from school for stabbing another kid in the chest with a pocketknife. He’s six. Knowing how fucked up the parents are makes it sadder.
15. It takes one to know one…
I’m good at picking out sociopaths because I am one.
I babysit children of all ages, backgrounds, religions, whatever. Every once in a while there’s always that kid that’s a pathological liar — will lie even if it gets everyone in big trouble. There’s a need to have a more exciting life. They spend time developing lies and trying to live them out. It affects friendships and getting tasks done.
There’s the kids that hit, bite, fight. Do whatever it takes to get their way and will expect that everything automatically go their way. They don’t feel bad or apologize. A lot of them will make themselves out to be the victim.
16. A preschooler who suggested to his fellow classmate that she pluck her cat’s eyes out.
I taught a preschooler a long time ago. He used to creep me out a bit. Once he threatened a five-year-old girl to fork out her cat’s eyes, boil them and eat them with ketchup. She cried her eyes out, and he just told her how easier she’s making it for him to pluck her eyes out as well.
Other examples include explicit descriptions of how he’d rape them if he ever got the chance (which I really don’t want to repeat), or kill their parents/siblings and eat them. He lacks empathy. He steals. He lies — left, right and centre. Even his parents are scared of him.
17. A student who became a serial killer.
My 9th grade teacher, who is 60+ years old, taught a guy who was always quiet in class and never said anything. He ended up murdering dozens of females (according to one website, as many as 40), most of which were never proven. He’s currently serving life in a federal prison.
18. A student who decapitated a baby bird.
I taught a weird 7-year-old. He had a creepy look to him — limbs too long for his body, oddly shaped head. He was also rather socially awkward and would say strange things in an attempt to make conversation. That’s probably not sociopath material though. However, one day a bunch of kids came running over to tell me a baby bird had fallen out of its nest onto the playground. I went over to check it out. Unfortunately I was too late as the weird kid had decided to decapitate it with his ruler.
19. A violent kid with a happy ending.
When I was about 8 I developed conduct disorder. I lied to everyone about everything, even I’d it didn’t matter, I stole thousands and thousands of dollars worth of stuff, I started fires and vandalized buildings, and I tortured small animals and neighborhood pets. I grew out of it after a while and never behaved like that ever again. In fact, I’m totally normal now which really confused me for a long time, because after taking some psychology classes I was worried I was a sociopath or that one day I would become a killer. It turns out, just recently it was discovered that bipolar disorder can manifest in children at a young age, and the symptoms cross over with ADHD and conduct disorder. So I’m not a sociopath, I’m just crazy.
20. A student who never sleeps.
My friend is a teacher and one of her students lives in her apartment building. He never sleeps and is always in the underground parking. I would truly be scared if I was her.
21. A student who brings a knife to class.
I currently work in a school meant for children with anxiety and I am 95% certain this boy will be a sociopath. He brings a knife and is always trying to bring harm to the girls of the class. Btw I’m a female staff member, almost been stabbed 12 times in 4 months.
22. A neighbor with a penchant for skinning animals.
One of my best friends had this neighbor (“Cody”) who was her brother’s age (“Rob”). When they were about 8, the Cody made Rob come down to the local river with him, promising to show him this really cool fort that he made in the woods. Well, there was a fort… decorated with the skins and pelts of a ton of animals that Cody had killed and skinned. He then apparently dropped the carcasses in the river after skinning the animals. The fort had frog skins, bird feathers, raccoon pelts and tails, squirrel fur and tails, and even the coat of a cat. Rob ran the fuck out of there and told his parents. Cody was only 8, so he was sent to therapy.
This was right after Rob’s family moved to the neighborhood, and none of the other neighbors with kids had thought to warn them that their kid was going off with the local crazy. Apparently this kid routinely killed frogs and squirrels and would parade them around to the other kids. He duct-taped a dead squirrel to a girl’s window.
23. A kid who drew a very disturbing picture in class.
There was a kid in my daughter’s Kindergarten class that was decidedly…off. Everyone had just returned from Spring Break and the kids were tasked with drawing a picture of what they did while on vacation, which the teachers then captioned according to what the child said, and hung up around the room.
Most were various scenes of beaches or snowmen but this kid drew a standing stick-figure pointing at a stick-figure on the ground and what looked like snow or hail. The caption said, “On my Spring Break I shot a man. It was raining when I shot him.”
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23 People Share Their Creepiest Stories Of Young Kids With Sociopathic Behavior


1. A boy who admittedly likes to kill things.

I work at a summer camp. One year a kid (he was 12 I think) killed a caterpillar and made his fellow campers really upset. Then, when I took this kid aside to get him to calm down and to explain why what he did was wrong, he said to me “I like killing things. What’s wrong with that?”

2. A boy with a predilection for abusing cats.

I had a student whose parents were abusive; it was evident by the physical marks, however school administration could never do anything for multiple reasons. Anyways, the cops were called to the boy’s house one afternoon just a few weeks before summer vacation. They discovered that the boy had tortured local neighborhood cats by trapping them in makeshift, cardboard cages and then lighting the boxes on fire; apparently he used a magnifying glass to sear the cat’s fur and would let them out disfigured but alive so he could continue at another point.

Most were stray cats, however the cops finally found out when a passerby saw the kid stick a firework up a cat’s behind and thereafter throw it hammer-style across an overpass. Really fucked and never heard from the kid since. The parents ended up splitting and pretty sure the kid went to live with his grandmother.

3. A truly creepy kid who sees “death everywhere.”

I was a kindergarten teacher for a while, and one little boy came up to me and said: “I found a dead mole in my backyard, I talked to it, and it talked back. There’s death everywhere…”

4. A boy with classic sociopathic tendencies takes an all-too-typical route.

When I was in kindergarten there was a kid named “Joe” who asked if he could use the restroom and when the teacher said he’d have to wait, “Joe” and another kid proceeded to piss their pants.

Also around that time, “Joe” once came to my house randomly and pissed in my kiddie pool. My mom saw it happen through the window, and then “Joe” came and rang the doorbell and asked her, “are there any kids here to play with.” My Mom said “NO.”

This kid had a childhood of anti-social behavior, including acts of animal abuse and arson (he burned down a house and a business, on two different occasions) before he turned 18. It reached a point where he raped his ex-girlfriend and then murdered her by stabbing her almost 20 times. He is serving life in prison for his crime.

Oh, and I almost forgot another thing he did while a teenager. He pummeled a kid who was much younger with bricks in the woods near my house. The kid that was assaulted has physical and mental scars because of that.

5. A kid who was expelled from school for his threatening behavior.

My mom had a student in her preschool class who was always full of morbid thoughts. He was expelled in the 11th grade for threatening to bomb his high school and lashing out a knife on his least favorite teacher.

6. A 3-year-old boy who threatened to kill the baby inside his teacher’s pregnant belly.

Unfortunately, I met a little boy that had some serious issues. I was assisting in the three-year-old room of a preschool when I was pregnant. I was about eight months along when one of the kids started acting out more than usual. At one point, he got into the toolbox (my dumbfuck boss wasn’t great about locking it up after she used it with the kids), grabbed a screwdriver, and came at me with it, saying “I’m gonna stab your tummy and kill your baby in the head!” my boss grabbed him and restrained him. My husband insisted I resign unless the kid was moved to a different class, but his parents pulled him out the next day. He’s six now, out there somewhere with his serious rage problems.

7. A frog killer from summer camp.

One of the kids in my summer camp took the little baby frog I caught and stepped on it and laughed at me while I cried. Is that sociopathic behavior or is that just how little boys are?

8. A fellow classmate who murdered her own mother.

I went to school from grade 4 through to high school with a girl who planned and carried out the murder of her own mother. She was a terrible, manipulative cunt and I hated her a lot. Everyone laughed at me. Teachers asked why I couldn’t be more like her. My parents shrugged it off as a crush. My “friends” wondered why I had such a hate-on for her.

High school roles around, she’s inexplicably absent for a long time. No one tells me why. Turns out they finally found out she was responsible for her mother’s death and she’d gotten away with it for a year. Here’s the worst part: EVERYONE KNEW EXCEPT ME. All my “friends” figured I would do something like TELL THE POLICE SHE COMMITTED MATRICIDE because I had such an “unreasonable” hatred for her.

9. Sometimes you can glean sociopathic tendencies from a kid’s favorite part in a Harry Potter movie.

I work at a pediatric dental office where we have TVs on the ceilings above the patient chairs. We have apple TVs so we’re able to let the kids pick whatever movie they want and we can rewind it, pause it etc. One kid was watching Harry Potter 1 and asked me to rewind one part because he said it was his favorite. It was the scene where Voldemort kills Harry’s parents. No joke.

10. A 1st grader who was basically possessed.

Danish teacher here. A 1st grader came up to me, looked my straight in my eyes and said nothing for ten seconds. Then she spoke, telling me how she wished the “blood red pigeons from the lake would come to take her away.” She then started to speak English; I can’t remember what she said, but it was four long sentences in perfect English, which she doesn’t speak. Anyway, she’s not a sociopath, just kinda weird, she just graduated and is still weird, but she’s doing fine.

11. A creepy kid who ended up becoming a murderer.

A friend of my parents is an elementary teacher. One day, while she was over for dinner, she told me a story about this creepy kid in one of her classes. This kid would only draw bodies and weird shit, and wouldn’t talk unless forced. Just a kid with a bad vibe around him. Years later, it turned out he pushed someone over the railing on a bridge. The person caught the railing, but the kid stomped on his fingers until he fell into the ravine below. Went on to kill a few more people before getting caught. Creepy stuff.

12. A student who claimed that the clock was speaking to him.

I had a student tell me that the clock on the wall was telling him bad things.

13. A kid who was an incontestable budding sociopath.

I worked for a year as a support aide for a little boy who was in grade one (around 6 years old?). He had been expelled from his prep class at another school, reportedly for killing his class pets. The second day of his new school (before I started with him), he was suspended for repeatedly ramming a little girl’s head into the monkey bars. The worst story I heard was how he concocted a plan to kill his friend’s little sister. Apparently the family friend was complaining about his little sister, saying he hated her, so this boy got a knife from the kitchen and tried to lure the girl into a room with the apparent intent on stabbing her. He also knew where his father kept a gun (unusual in Australia). I spent a year working with him and would talk to my mother (an experienced psychiatric nurse) about his behavior. She would often say that he sounded like a budding sociopath. He was extremely impulsive and violent and never seemed to show any remorse or regret for what he would do to other kids, only that he had been caught and punished etc. I have no idea what happened to him but I do often wonder.

14. A 6-year-old who stabbed a fellow classmate.

I coach my son’s soccer team and one of the kids got expelled from school for stabbing another kid in the chest with a pocketknife. He’s six. Knowing how fucked up the parents are makes it sadder.

15. It takes one to know one…

I’m good at picking out sociopaths because I am one.

I babysit children of all ages, backgrounds, religions, whatever. Every once in a while there’s always that kid that’s a pathological liar — will lie even if it gets everyone in big trouble. There’s a need to have a more exciting life. They spend time developing lies and trying to live them out. It affects friendships and getting tasks done.

There’s the kids that hit, bite, fight. Do whatever it takes to get their way and will expect that everything automatically go their way. They don’t feel bad or apologize. A lot of them will make themselves out to be the victim.

16. A preschooler who suggested to his fellow classmate that she pluck her cat’s eyes out.

I taught a preschooler a long time ago. He used to creep me out a bit. Once he threatened a five-year-old girl to fork out her cat’s eyes, boil them and eat them with ketchup. She cried her eyes out, and he just told her how easier she’s making it for him to pluck her eyes out as well.

Other examples include explicit descriptions of how he’d rape them if he ever got the chance (which I really don’t want to repeat), or kill their parents/siblings and eat them. He lacks empathy. He steals. He lies — left, right and centre. Even his parents are scared of him.

17. A student who became a serial killer.

My 9th grade teacher, who is 60+ years old, taught a guy who was always quiet in class and never said anything. He ended up murdering dozens of females (according to one website, as many as 40), most of which were never proven. He’s currently serving life in a federal prison.

18. A student who decapitated a baby bird.

I taught a weird 7-year-old. He had a creepy look to him — limbs too long for his body, oddly shaped head. He was also rather socially awkward and would say strange things in an attempt to make conversation. That’s probably not sociopath material though. However, one day a bunch of kids came running over to tell me a baby bird had fallen out of its nest onto the playground. I went over to check it out. Unfortunately I was too late as the weird kid had decided to decapitate it with his ruler.

19. A violent kid with a happy ending.

When I was about 8 I developed conduct disorder. I lied to everyone about everything, even I’d it didn’t matter, I stole thousands and thousands of dollars worth of stuff, I started fires and vandalized buildings, and I tortured small animals and neighborhood pets. I grew out of it after a while and never behaved like that ever again. In fact, I’m totally normal now which really confused me for a long time, because after taking some psychology classes I was worried I was a sociopath or that one day I would become a killer. It turns out, just recently it was discovered that bipolar disorder can manifest in children at a young age, and the symptoms cross over with ADHD and conduct disorder. So I’m not a sociopath, I’m just crazy.

20. A student who never sleeps.

My friend is a teacher and one of her students lives in her apartment building. He never sleeps and is always in the underground parking. I would truly be scared if I was her.

21. A student who brings a knife to class.

I currently work in a school meant for children with anxiety and I am 95% certain this boy will be a sociopath. He brings a knife and is always trying to bring harm to the girls of the class. Btw I’m a female staff member, almost been stabbed 12 times in 4 months.

22. A neighbor with a penchant for skinning animals.

One of my best friends had this neighbor (“Cody”) who was her brother’s age (“Rob”). When they were about 8, the Cody made Rob come down to the local river with him, promising to show him this really cool fort that he made in the woods. Well, there was a fort… decorated with the skins and pelts of a ton of animals that Cody had killed and skinned. He then apparently dropped the carcasses in the river after skinning the animals. The fort had frog skins, bird feathers, raccoon pelts and tails, squirrel fur and tails, and even the coat of a cat. Rob ran the fuck out of there and told his parents. Cody was only 8, so he was sent to therapy.

This was right after Rob’s family moved to the neighborhood, and none of the other neighbors with kids had thought to warn them that their kid was going off with the local crazy. Apparently this kid routinely killed frogs and squirrels and would parade them around to the other kids. He duct-taped a dead squirrel to a girl’s window.

23. A kid who drew a very disturbing picture in class.

There was a kid in my daughter’s Kindergarten class that was decidedly…off. Everyone had just returned from Spring Break and the kids were tasked with drawing a picture of what they did while on vacation, which the teachers then captioned according to what the child said, and hung up around the room.

Most were various scenes of beaches or snowmen but this kid drew a standing stick-figure pointing at a stick-figure on the ground and what looked like snow or hail. The caption said, “On my Spring Break I shot a man. It was raining when I shot him.”

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Grim Reaper Visits an Albuquerque Cemetery 

ALBUQUERQUE (KRQE) – What happened at a local cemetery gave people the chills and stopped traffic on the highway, after witnesses swear the grim reaper paid Albuquerque a visit.

On the eve of the Supermoon, eyes of passersby were drawn to a dark figure looming over the San Jose del El Rosario Cemetery on Gibson by I-25.

“It was weird. It was scary. It was unusual,” Michelle Gonzales said. “At first I thought it was just an accident but then I noticed that people were starting to get out of their vehicles.”

Curiosity got the best of her and she stopped too, after seeing a tall dark figure standing in the cemetery entrance. She snapped a picture that showed a person wearing a black cloak over a white dress. The person’s face was also covered.

“He was just standing there holding something green,” Gonzales said. “It was weird.”

By that night, more pictures of the mysterious person started popping up on Facebook. In one picture you can see the figure holding a bouquet of flowers, that look as if he plucked them from a nearby field.

Another picture posted on the Inhabitants of Burque facebook page has been shared more than 150 times. The number of people commenting on the photo is in the hundreds.

“One guy said, seriously, maybe it’s the angel of death,” Gonzales said. “People were saying some weird stuff, but if you were here you would be thinking what the heck is that too.”

The San Jose Cemetery sits right off the interstate. Gonzales said some people stopped on I-25 to get a closer glance at the mysterious man. There was also a line of cars parked along Gibson and the on ramp.

“Cars were backed up way down there by that sign, this whole area, that’s how far cars were backed up,” Gonzales said, pointing down the road.

Witnesses said Albuquerque firefighters and police officers responded, but APD has not confirmed they were there. So what he was doing and why, may only be known to the person underneath the cloak.

“This has to be the weirdest thing I’ve seen,” said Gonzales.

A similar person dressed the same way has been spotted in downtown Albuquerque before. It’s unclear if it’s the same person, since we haven’t seen his face.

One witness said she saw the figure dancing around a grave. Another witness posted on Facebook that the cloaked figure was taken into custody for some reason, but APD has not confirmed that.

By Crystal Gutierrez and Gabrielle Burkhart

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Dr. Walter Freeman and the Ice Pick Lobotomy,

During the late 19th and early 20th century many doctors began to experiment with psycho-surgery, the use of brain surgery to treat mental illness.  In 1935 a Portuguese scientist named Antonio Egas Moniz introduced the lobotomy, a procedure that won him the Nobel Prize in 1948. Moniz believed that by severing the connections between the frontal lobe and grey matter of the brain, he could calm a patient’s wild emotions and stabilize personality.  In the world of psycho-surgery the lobotomy was a groundbreaking procedure that revolutionized treatment of the mentally ill. Eventually the lobotomy became a cure-all for almost any mental illness or developmental disorder.  40,000 were conducted in the US, another 17,000 in the UK.  Tens of thousands more were conducted in mainland Europe, the Soviet Union, Japan, and the Commonwealth Nations.  

While many patients did benefit from the lobotomy, many more suffered terrible effects of the surgery.  It was not uncommon for patients symptoms to worsen.  Others suffered permanent brain damage, emotional and psychological instability, memory problems, and decreased cognition.  About 5% of all lobotomy patients died from the procedure.  One notorious case of a botched lobotomy was that of Rosemary Kennedy, sister of President John F. Kennedy.

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Rosemary Kennedy had many learning disabilities during her childhood, but regardless was a very intelligent and sociable young woman.  In her late teens and early 20’s she suffered from occasional wild moods swings which psychologist would now diagnose as manic depression.  An embarrassment to the Kennedy family, she was coerced into undergoing a lobotomy.  In 1941, at the age of 23 she underwent a lobotomy at the hands of Dr. James Watts and Dr. Walter Freeman.  The results of the lobotomy caused permanent brain damage that reduced her intelligence to that of a 2 year old.  She had to be hand fed, bathed, diapered due to incontinence, and institutionalized until her death in 2005.

Regardless of it’s negative consequences, physicians only focused on successful cases and continued practicing lobotomies.  Originally the lobotomy was a complex procedure.  Then in 1945 Dr. Walter Freeman, the same man who helped perform Rosemary Kennedy’s procedure, invented the transorbital lobotomy.  Also called the “icepick” lobotomy, the procedure was very simple and crude.  After administering an anesthetic, the surgeon placed an orbitoclast (essentially an icepick with depth increment markings) above the eye but below the upper margin of the eye socket.  The surgeon would then tap the orbitoclast with a mallet to puncture the thin plate of the sphenoid bone located behind the eyes.  The orbitoclast was then inserted 5 cm into the brain and rotated to sever the connections in the frontal cortex.  The procedure was then repeated through the other eye.

The icepick lobotomy was so simple that surgeons were not even required to perform the procedure.  As a result the icepick lobotomy was a common procedure in mental asylums, then terrible hell holes run by people who had little or no credentials.  Dr. Freeman himself performed icepick lobotomies on an outpatient basis from his office.  It even became common for parents to have their children lobotomized for minor problems such as minor depression or even misbehavior.  

Eventually, health care professionals began to realize the negative effects of the lobotomy, with the procedure being recognized as dangerous pseudoscience by newer physicians.  By the 1960’s lobotomy procedures began to decline in prevalence as it was replaced with new treatments such as therapy and administration of medications.  By the 1970’s the lobotomy died out all together, and was banned in many countries.

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There’s a legend here in Brazil about a ghostly creature called the “Hairy Leg” (Perna Cabeluda). It’s just a ghostly, disembodied hairy leg that hops around kicking people, and then disappearing into the night.

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There’s a legend here in Brazil about a ghostly creature called the “Hairy Leg” (Perna Cabeluda). It’s just a ghostly, disembodied hairy leg that hops around kicking people, and then disappearing into the night.

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Silent Hills (PS4) - TGS 2014 Trailer 

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MY DAUGHTER LEARNED TO COUNT by reddit user RealScience87
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My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game."Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I’m going to be next month.""I don’t know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"She smiled and held up four fingers.It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
JEFF WENT LEFT by reddit user IPostAtMidnight
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If you’re reading this note, I’m sorry. I assume you’re in the same situation as me—that smug bastard drugged you and dumped you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out.
I don’t know how many people he’s done this to, but there have probably been a lot. He wouldn’t spend so much time on it otherwise, would he? He told me the catacombs are a maze, and he’s set traps and deadfalls at every turn. But he promised there’s one safe way out, if I’m lucky enough to guess the correct path.
I’m not lucky. I’m just an art student, here on holiday. There’s no way I’m getting out alive. But I want someone to. I want revenge.
I’m sure you do, too, so let’s help each other. I still have my sketchbook and pencils. Before each turn, I’m going to leave them behind for the next person, writing down which way I went. If I survive to another passageway, I’ll come back and leave a page like this one. If I don’t, then it’s up to the next person to carry on and go the opposite direction.
Eventually, if we keep leaving breadcrumbs, one of us will escape. Get to the police and find that bastard. Do it for those who didn’t make it.
My name is Jeff. I went left here.
Reading the note by candlelight you feel a glimmer of hope, until you realize you’re reading from the sketchbook itself. Jeff never returned to tear out the page, and you’re the first person here since him.
You look to your right, where the dark maze awaits.
HE STOOD AGAINST MY WINDOW by reddit user sabethook
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I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.
Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.
I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.
FIRST WORDS by reddit user alatus_corruptrix
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Any day now, she’ll say her first words.
 My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first - ‘Mama’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mama loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it - ‘Say ‘mama!’ Come on! ‘Mama!”I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down, but I knew just how to hold her to help her fall asleep. Our daughter was a daddy’s girl - my wife needed all the handicaps she could get.I sit our daughter in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens - ‘Mama!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mama!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth."P-please… what do you want from me? Please let me go…"My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back to the room, locking her in and shutting the lights out. When I return, I find my wife crying."It’s ok, honey," I tell her, "The next one will be better. I promise."
PERFECTLY AVERAGE by reddit user cats_will_rule
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2.5 children is the average. I don’t know why she’s screaming.
HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON? by reddit user badfakesmiles
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“Have you seen my son?” the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.
“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied.
“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time
“No, I’m sorry ma’am, but we’ll search right away” the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman’s sorrowful eyes.
“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.
“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied.
The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search
“JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!”
Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her body growing ever skinnier. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”
Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.
She went to the local police department again…
“Have you seen my son?”
The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry ma’am”
The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.
With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid the body well”
NO MOM by reddit user funendgames
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“Mom, can you watch for bugs while I pee?” The little boy asked.
“Sure hun.” His mom said.
They were hiking on top of a mountain. The mom was depressed, although she did not understand why. The little boy stood near the edge of the cliff. He started peeing.
The mom was suddenly gripped by a cold vision of terror ahead of them: a single mom, alone, with no good prospects. So depressed. Hopeless.
The boy. His back towards her. So small. So innocent. So helpless. He zipped up his zipper and glanced upwards to see his mom’s face above him. A sad look on her face.
“I’m sorry and I love you.” She pushes him off the cliff.
Ten years pass. The mom is now married. Well to do. She looks on from the balcony, out into the prosperous suburb she now lives in. Her new son, young and small, calls out from behind her.
“Hey mom, what you doing?” The kid says, in that tiny, sing-song voice.
“Nothing…” She says. She looks out. It’s so beautiful. She sees her son. She feels her heart break a little. He looks so… fragile. A memory resurfaces, of another son so long ago, but she pushes it away. That was then. This was now. Now she is happy. There’s always hope for new beginnings.
“Would you like to sit here?” She asks, patting at the balcony, smiling. What a beautiful boy she has.
The kid just looks at her and smiles, the sadness noticeable.
“No mom.”
“Come on, you’ll see into your friend’s houses.”
“No mom.”
“Are you sure? It’s fun.”
“No mom. I’m afraid you’ll push me off again.”
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My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I’m going to be next month."
"I don’t know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

Link to the story (x)

If you’re reading this note, I’m sorry. I assume you’re in the same situation as me—that smug bastard drugged you and dumped you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out.

I don’t know how many people he’s done this to, but there have probably been a lot. He wouldn’t spend so much time on it otherwise, would he? He told me the catacombs are a maze, and he’s set traps and deadfalls at every turn. But he promised there’s one safe way out, if I’m lucky enough to guess the correct path.

I’m not lucky. I’m just an art student, here on holiday. There’s no way I’m getting out alive. But I want someone to. I want revenge.

I’m sure you do, too, so let’s help each other. I still have my sketchbook and pencils. Before each turn, I’m going to leave them behind for the next person, writing down which way I went. If I survive to another passageway, I’ll come back and leave a page like this one. If I don’t, then it’s up to the next person to carry on and go the opposite direction.

Eventually, if we keep leaving breadcrumbs, one of us will escape. Get to the police and find that bastard. Do it for those who didn’t make it.

My name is Jeff. I went left here.

Reading the note by candlelight you feel a glimmer of hope, until you realize you’re reading from the sketchbook itself. Jeff never returned to tear out the page, and you’re the first person here since him.

You look to your right, where the dark maze awaits.

  • HE STOOD AGAINST MY WINDOW by reddit user sabethook

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I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.

Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.

I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.

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Any day now, she’ll say her first words.

My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first - ‘Mama’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mama loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it - ‘Say ‘mama!’ Come on! ‘Mama!”
I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down, but I knew just how to hold her to help her fall asleep. Our daughter was a daddy’s girl - my wife needed all the handicaps she could get.
I sit our daughter in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens - ‘Mama!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mama!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’
I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth.
"P-please… what do you want from me? Please let me go…"
My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back to the room, locking her in and shutting the lights out. When I return, I find my wife crying.
"It’s ok, honey," I tell her, "The next one will be better. I promise."

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2.5 children is the average. I don’t know why she’s screaming.

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“Have you seen my son?” the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.

“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied.

“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time

“No, I’m sorry ma’am, but we’ll search right away” the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman’s sorrowful eyes.

“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.

“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied.

The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search

“JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!”

Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her body growing ever skinnier. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”

Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.

She went to the local police department again…

“Have you seen my son?”

The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry ma’am”

The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.

With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid the body well”

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“Mom, can you watch for bugs while I pee?” The little boy asked.

“Sure hun.” His mom said.

They were hiking on top of a mountain. The mom was depressed, although she did not understand why. The little boy stood near the edge of the cliff. He started peeing.

The mom was suddenly gripped by a cold vision of terror ahead of them: a single mom, alone, with no good prospects. So depressed. Hopeless.

The boy. His back towards her. So small. So innocent. So helpless. He zipped up his zipper and glanced upwards to see his mom’s face above him. A sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” She pushes him off the cliff.

Ten years pass. The mom is now married. Well to do. She looks on from the balcony, out into the prosperous suburb she now lives in. Her new son, young and small, calls out from behind her.

“Hey mom, what you doing?” The kid says, in that tiny, sing-song voice.

“Nothing…” She says. She looks out. It’s so beautiful. She sees her son. She feels her heart break a little. He looks so… fragile. A memory resurfaces, of another son so long ago, but she pushes it away. That was then. This was now. Now she is happy. There’s always hope for new beginnings.

“Would you like to sit here?” She asks, patting at the balcony, smiling. What a beautiful boy she has.

The kid just looks at her and smiles, the sadness noticeable.

“No mom.”

“Come on, you’ll see into your friend’s houses.”

“No mom.”

“Are you sure? It’s fun.”

“No mom. I’m afraid you’ll push me off again.”

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On Monday, December 13, 1920, it’s reported that brothers Jason and Jimmy Garret found a “treasure map” stuck to a tree with a knife. Based on their parent’s account, the boys weren’t believed and were promptly sent outside.

The above picture was slipped under the front door of the Garret farmhouse one year later.

No map was ever found and neither boy was ever seen again.

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On Monday, December 13, 1920, it’s reported that brothers Jason and Jimmy Garret found a “treasure map” stuck to a tree with a knife. Based on their parent’s account, the boys weren’t believed and were promptly sent outside.

The above picture was slipped under the front door of the Garret farmhouse one year later.

No map was ever found and neither boy was ever seen again.

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Hannibal Lecter being fed a french fry on the set of Silence of the Lambs (1991)

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Hannibal Lecter being fed a french fry on the set of Silence of the Lambs (1991)

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McKamey Manor

San Diego

These are a few pictures (not real blood in the pics) from probably one of the most unique haunted houses you will ever see. It’s not your standard — jump scare, strobe lights and people in clown masks — haunted house. This haunted house lets you live out your OWN horror story. It is extremely rough experience so, a waiver form has to be signed. It lasts anywhere from 2-4 hours—sometimes more.

You must be in extremely good health due to the extremely high physical demands. If it gets too much for the person, they can quit. There are a variety of “stories” you can chose to play out. This haunted house is for those people who desire a bigger kind of scare.

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