Real Horror

There are some people in this world that propel my mind into a homicidal frenzy. Case in point, a while back some POS killed his family because of an Eminem song. His wife, his daughter, and almost his son, he slaughtered them because he listened to a violent song. *Face palm* cause don't ya know, that people have no will power, that if a famous person told them to jump off of a bridge with a 300 foot decent they would so with bells on. Okay, many folks would, but they wouldn't kill their families if some over-publicized, camera hog told them too. Which isn't the point of Eminem songs anyways.

Here's the thing, to systematically kill those who you are suppose to love, to snuff the life out of them, takes an evil beyond words. A kind of evil that doesn't come out to play just because a song beckoned it. This kind of evil isn't like Beetlejuice where you say its name three times and it appears. This evil is there twenty-four-seven. It bathes in the thought of the macabre. The case I mentioned above, this POS claims he was possessed, and his wife was possessed as well, and he killed his wife, daughter, and almost son (stabbing the boy 11 times) while singing the song, 313 by Eminem. He said that he stabbed the son the most because he loved him the most. The children awoke to their mother's screams, and which the POS decided to kill them.

I don't care what anyone thinks of me, if I had a chance to have this man at my mercy, and without negative consequences, mercy would be the last thing he would have. His death would not come soon. The kind of things I would do, would make the Saw movies blush. You don't do this @%$# to people! How does anyone think that poor boy is going to deal with what happened? Can you imagine the night terrors? Not nightmares, night terrors. The endless therapy. The fame of what happened when his daddy went The Shinning on his family. Imagine what he heard prior to his attack. Then seeing one of the people closest to you who is suppose to protect you, come at you with a knife, punch you in the face then proceed to stab you eleven-freakin-times! I want to cut this POS up slowly and in such a way he feels every bit of it.


You know why boogie monsters in horror stories never scare me? Because of real life monsters like this SOB are far worse then anything fiction can cook up. The scariness of horror will at best reflect the true nature of real monsters. The trauma this child will suffer will most likely be worse then what happened to his mother and sister. As bad as it was for them, what happened to him will haunt him for the rest of his life. And who knows what kind of impact it will have later in life. Because of this event, along with DNA, this poor child could have the traits of his father. I hope not, but this sort of thing does happen.
On another note, some children who suffer this kind of act become stronger for it, and well adjusted adults. It does happen, I have seen it. I have also seen at a young age through the pain of loved ones the brutality of this kind of act. And though I have never lived through something as extreme of this poor child, I know what it is like to lose someone to malice. I know what it is like to wake up to night terrors, to be deeply scarred because of some POS who gets it in his head that it is cool to do the devil's work.

I think the biggest reason this case (not to mention other cases with a similar theme) effects me so deeply, is because I am a father. If anyone tried to hurt my child I would gut them without fear of capitol punishment. So the thought of a person who is suppose to be the protector being the predator sickens me to a degree that no scribe could ever pen.