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Why Are You Here?

I'm not here for the true crime. Hell, I'm not really interested in it generally. I came here a few years ago, back when the site was running phpBB, because I saw Morbid post links to it a few times back on THC. I took a look around, and it seemed interesting enough to stay, so I did.
 
I have kids but I have always been fascinated by crime, for various reasons some of you have already stated - what makes people want to do it? how can you do it? what the fuck is wrong with you?

I don't think my fascination has intensified since the birth of my kids, but it does tug the heartstrings a little more maybe.

I do get more angry at the baby killers bcs I went through years of very financially and emotionally expensive infertility treatments to be able to have my younguns so it pisses me off that good people like myself have to work so hard at it, and these asshats pop them out like pez and throw them out when they get tired of them or have a bad day.

One of these days I'm gonna do the Introduce Yourself thread, but since ya'll have seen my ta-ta's I kinda feel like what's the point...you know all you need to know about me, which is that I am hawt! :D Just kidding. Seriously though, I stumbled across the place searching for Harmony Jade Creech and got bewildered by the stories and fascinated by the members (or maybe that was fascinated by the stories and bewildered by the members..hmmm), started hanging around more often, and now I must have my fix several times a day. I am still recovering from the site going down last week...really fucked with my head that I couldn't log on, those same feelings of not being worthy and rejection popped up again..have an emergency appt with my shrink tomorrow to help me work through the emotional pain. I'll let you know how it goes.
 
Well, hell. Here is why I am here. For realz.

I have been interested in true crime ever since I was a kid and used to get UFO and ghost books in the library. They would have all of these blurry photos of things in the sky and white blobs in stairwells. I used to love reading the stories of the Green Man and The Dead Hitchhiker or The Devil's Footprint. It seemed I only liked the stories when there was a story behind the pictures.

But what really started me down the path of true crime was a book a lot of you are familiar with. On a beach trip with my parents, I dug through my Mom's stack of paperbacks she had brought along to read while laying out in the sand and found one that looked interesting. 1978's The Amityville Horror. Aside from being a horror book (another genre that I am a big fan of) this book contained timelines, diagrams, floorplans and pictures. That was it. I was a true crime fan and didn't even know it at the time.

From that point on, I loved reading true crime books like Fatal Vision, In Cold Blood, etc. But the event that got to me the most, that got me interested in true crime on a more personal level, was the murder of Chrystal Taylor from Charlotte, NC. She was a girl that hung out with us. 13-years-old and sexually active. Stripping by 16 and an active prostitute. She was cool as hell, though. On August 7, 1989 she went missing from a local strip club after work. Her body was found almost 3 months later. The sad thing? She had never been reported missing. A 16-year-old girl went missing, and no one even gave a shit. Not me, not her friends, not her boyfriend and not her family.

They identified her remains in May of 1990 via an old stab wound she had received previously (I still remember her walking around Eastland Mall, showing off the wound). They questioned friends and family (including me and some others) and placed an article in the paper trying to find some men she had gotten into a cab with after she left work. Nothing ever panned out and the case went cold.

While the books and films got me interested, or rather, satisfied my interests... Chrystal's death is what got me interested in the backgrounds, the circumstances, the environments of certain murders... the stories behind the actual act. Her death is why The River's Edge, Bully and Thirteen hit so close to home for me. What I didn't understand then, and what I understand now, is why detectives and our parents looked at us like we were crazy when we, matter-of-factly, talked about our 15-year-old prostitute friend as if we were telling them about her favorite color.

Then, in 2003, Charlotte opened a Cold Case Division. One of their first cases was Taylor's. Through DNA, they were able to link a hair to one of their suspects. A cab driver and club regular named Timothy Street. He was currently in jail in Florida serving a two year sentence for grand larceny. Police were waiting for him when he got out in January of 2005 and the 54-year-old entered an Alford plea and is currently serving a 9 year sentence for second-degree murder. Chrystal goes down as one of the first cold cases solved by Charlotte's Cold Case division.

So, as crazy as it may seem, The Amityville Horror and the death of a 16-year-old stripper in 1989 are why I am here, and why this site even exists.

Also, when she was killed, I was a drug-addled, hellraising idiot heading down the same path she was on (and stayed on for a good many years after). 25 years later, when her killer was brought to justice, I was a father with a mortgage, a software programmer with a 401k, sitting in an office located in a building across the street from where Chrystal's killer was brought in to sit in a jail cell.

Funny how shit works out. Always makes me wonder if she had not been murdered, would she have straightened out like I did or would she have just ended up in the same situation, just little further down the path.
 
Why I'm here and why I'm interested in true crime are completely different stories, for me. As stated, my interest in true crime is a secondary reason for my being here...But that's not to understate my interest in true crime.

I almost said that I wish I had some badass story like Morbid or some of you other folks. But, you know what? I'm pretty damn okay with the fact that none of my friends have fallen victim to some especially depraved fate. That's not to say that the circumstances surrounding violent crime have not touched my life, but it's not been so dramatic that it compelled me to follow true crime.

No, I'd have to say that my interest in true crime is the direct result in growing up where I did. We've all heard of 6 degrees of separation, but, living in Seattle, when it comes to Ted Bundy or now, Gary Ridgeway, it's more like 2 degrees. Everyone you meet has an aunt who was killed; the landmarks that surround you are all affiliated with these murders. On top of this, a neighbor of mine growing up was the famed true crime author Ann Rule. I didn't know this when I was 8 and read The Stranger Beside Me, but I thought it was pretty fucking cool when I wound up at her house when I was 11. Nice lady.

All in all, what sparked my interest had to have been my love for horror. I can't imagine any other reason why I would have been searching out serial killer books at the library at such a young age.
 
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Why am I here?

I am 29, the mother of 3 children who I love more than anything in the world. I consider myself very lucky hence my screenname. I think anyone that doesn't see how lucky they are to have a child & then harms them in any way should be put on display for everyone.

Shortly after I had my first child I saw a story about Kristen Grell. Who was 2 yrs old & was murdered in a horrible way by her own father Shawn Grell. I was physically ill.
It was after that, that I became so interested in true crime. I decided that every victim deserved to be remembered.

I went through a lot to have my children esp. #2 & I know others who have gone through more & still don't have one child. Yet this sick fucks pop them out like there is no tomorrow & then abuse them!

I come to DD because it's the one place I can go & feel free to say whatever I want about it. Those IRL that I know would rather pretend things like this don't happen.
 
I found this site as the result of a Google Alert on the suicide of Ben Stanford a few months ago. My google is set to alert me on anything in Villa Rica, GA, and here is where he chose to off himself off the side of the interstate.

I found this really awesome freakin' cool site that gave a no-holds-barred, public humiliation forum for all the child molesters, baby rapers, sickos and otherwise degenerate human beings. I enjoy reading, lurking if you will, but occasionally will get super pissed and just be ready to rip the throat straight out of some of these stupid POSSSSS! Due to all the below events, I have always enjoyed "true crime" type shows--(Don't EVEN believe everything you see!!) and enjoy learning what kind of people-what is in the psyche of these people that makes them think they can get away with the heinous things they do. I have been an avid reader of the serial killer bios, the Dateline shows, etc...
Since I was a teenager, I did things outside the "normal" sexual activities-just to see if I could get away with things...STRANGELY exotic, erotic things...(Save me a place on the couch- or maybe I can hang off one end, upside down?)

My father molested me for years, and I think he molested a couple of my friends too. Intimidation is a powerful thing to have over a small child. Especially in a poor/ working class family.
Years later when I was a teen, I came forward to press charges, and was led astray by the "victim-witness ADVOCATE" who persuaded me not to go thru with a trial, and to let him plead to a lesser offense. ASSHAT (haha-new lingo i learned here!!) only got 1 year to serve w/ 10 years of probation...Violated, served out another year and got out again and is almost off probation.
At least he is required to register wherever he moves to.

Anyhoo...Due to all that, I really got it in my head that I wanted to be a victim advocate that really helped kids...went to college part-time for a long time...got a degree in criminal justice...worked as a police officer and realized just how few kids actually want to talk or get help. At that stage of law enforcement I was seeing the victims at their absolute worst- most vulnerable times. With my past, I did not need to be in that place, at that time in those kids lives. I got off the road, started working E911 and loved it! I have worked in warrants, and almost any other admin job in a local police dept here locally.
Then I was blessed with my lil girl! I am not as overprotective as I thought I would be, given the history. I am not as overprotective as my hubby, the cop. I have explained to her, in "kid terms", what happened to me when I was a kid. She is very "grown" for her age, and just gave me hugs!
If I have anything to do with it, no one will EVER hurt her the way I was hurt...
 
Why am I here? Well with all the great things Morbid has built into this site, exit signs are not one of them. Help! I can't get out!!!

R
 
I'm here for the tits and ass. Plain and simple.

Actually ZB and Richdude (Holy fuck! Where the hell is that arcade whore at?!?! Still stuck in WOW I assume) were whoring the place out over on BD a couple years back. I came over and was mostly in the arcade every now and then. I stumbled back onto the site looking to play in the arcade after the last big change and had to register again. I have since actually started to contribute instead of just being an arcade whore.

The true crime stuff is alright, but I actually found myself a little more active before there were 500 new true crime threads a day.

I like being able to read intelligent debates that don't spiral into childish interwebz fights. I like my humor a bit more dry and sarcastic. This site suits me better than that other spot I used to go to.;)

Fo realz dough I stay fo da tits and ass. Oh yeah...The recipes too. Food and sex...OHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHH!

Now excuse me while I go fuck the dead 5 year old that I have in the trunk of my car.

Cunts.
 
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Why am I here?

One morning I was listening to the radio while I was doing stuff on the laptop. I heard about a little girl named Rowan Ford. Rowan was close to my daughter's age, and lived here in Missouri. I immediately Googled her name and the Dreamin'Demon popped up. The name intrigued me so I decided to check it out. I fell in love immediately with Morbid's writing. His opinions on these dumb fuckers, and his blatant fucking honesty. I thought... this dude is a good guy, someone who you'd want to call your friend. Someone who stands up for what he believes and won't back the fuck down. I noticed that about a lot of folks here. Strong, beautiful, level-headed people, all seeming to have similar feelings and beliefs. The Impqueen is another reason why I love this place. She puts a lot in to her stories. I was thinking as much magic and vibe she throws out on here, I can only imagine how wonderful it will be when we finally meet. I simply feel the love around here, even if we are a bunch of hardasses.;)

I can say I've been fascinated with death, dying and crime for many years. One reason I became a nurse...the blood and gore never bothered my ass. I was always curious. Does anyone remember "Faces of Death"? Those true life videos of death, murder and mayhem? Disgusting shit. Shit I'd have to watch through my fingers, but watch I would, because I could not squelch my morbid fascination.

Being a little nutty myself, I guess I've always wondered what goes on in the minds of these folks? What snaps? I mean I feel we're all insane to a certain degree, but what the fuck is it that makes people do unconscionable things?

I like this site because I can use expletives to my heart's desire and no one gets on me. I can say "well fuck you, you dumb ass motherfucker baby raping prick" and no one gives a goddamn. I love that! I always enjoy the fact that Morbid lets me use emoticons all I want.:p :D I love emoticons so that just pleases the fuck out of me.:zzz:

One last thing,(I think). When I found this site, I was going through a bit of a rough time in my life. This place gave me a way to vent my anger and my disappointment with life. It gave me a place to cuss, bitch and fucking cry, if needed. It gave me friends that I truly treasure. It also is a slap in my whiny ass face when I start feeling sorry for myself, for my shitty life or my past sexual or physical abuse. Whenever I have a bad day, I remember Rowan. I remember that little girl and the fucking shit she went through in the last hours of her precious life, and that, that shit snaps me back quick into reality.

Ooooo I also learned asshat from Kathy...thank you, sistah.;) I've also learned to appreciate and use the word "cunt" more when referring to horrid women. Thank you, Miss Hill. I learned to love my body more and felt liberated as fuck posting my red light pics, thank you ZombieBabe. I also truly thank Morbid for allowing me to volunteer here on the Literature threads(I absolutely fucking bugged him to death):D . I am truly enjoying it. (although Mr. Hip is questioning my continued need for Amazon book ordering):p My dream....I hope one day when I grow up, that I become a DD staff member. :dlb:

Peace,
Hippie
 
Completely honest?

I'm only here because a few of my favorite posters from Bloody-Disgusting are affiliated with this site... and because I heard I could see Zboobie's bewbz.
 
I'm late on the up take with this one so I apologize in advance.

I have always had a curiosity about the strange and unusual. It started with Edgar Allen Poe. I had his complete works and would read them over and over. I started writing poetry and short stories in middle school that were sometimes dark and screaming for someone to understand me. I think that was the beginning for me. I would fill my time while my kid napped reading. I would find myself googling bits and pieces of stories that would lead me to even gorier and twisted tales. The more I read the more I wanted to know.

I can't honestly tell you how I landed here. I've skimmed, bookmarked, printed, bought books on and obsessed about so many stories I fear that if I am found out I would be thought mad. That's relative I suppose.

Reading about sick fuckers makes me feel normal. Plain and simple. I should have just stuck with that from the beginning instead of babbling about dumb shit.

AWWW, fuck that I came for the tits too.

Update: I came here from another mommy-like crime site and thought I fit in better so I stayed.
 
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Fuck it, I'm late too, but why not?

In the larger scheme of things, I'm here for similar reasons to Morbid's -- stuff I read as a kid, found too fascinating to forget. Also, at least two deaths of people I knew were mysterious and fired the interest further (one was a suicide, the other was ruled suicide, but questions have lingered). I also got to know friends of a girl who'd been murdered when we were all kids. That really intensified the interest.

In college, I also dated a woman for 3 years who turned out to be a brilliant, intensely manipulative sociopath. I came within 4 months of marrying her. She may have tried to poison me at one point. She went through a long trail of men after we broke up. She's currently married to a college professor in Illinois, and I keep waiting for an obit telling that the dude has dropped -- of natural causes, of course, even though he's only 40. Anyway, that relationship may have sealed the deal where my interest in crime, criminals, and criminal psychology was concerned. Once you come that close to an inherently dangerous person, you can't ever forget it. I should also note that one of my siblings was a career criminal, but mostly petty crimes.

I started writing professionally 3 years ago, much of the time about the very types of events that get covered by DD. That's awesome, and you will never, ever hear me complain about writing as a career (I might complain about the way magazines pay freelancers 'when they FUCKING WELL get to it,' but not the career itself). Writers who do complain are full of shit.

However, I did run up against stuff like fact-checking -- I always passed a fact check, but I always felt like I was defending a masters' thesis doing so. I ran up against editors who would admit they didn't write as well as I did but still go and fuck with a thoughtfully written, deeply-researched piece and rob it of all its interest for readers.

I felt I'd lost some originality both in voice as a writer and in outlook. My creativity wasn't serving me as it had in the past, as I felt so constrained by what was expected of me professionally. So, I'm here because I discussed this with Morbid, and we basically said, 'fuck it, do some stuff at DD and get yo' mojo workin' or words to that effect. So far, so good.

IC
 
I never did the introduction. By the time I saw you could I had been here so long that I felt it unnecessary. I don't remember how I stumbled on this site but I remember thinking that all the titles on the front page were witty as hell. So I read the whole damn site, comments and all. Then the very first time I posted someone (not a regular member) freaked on me. It was in the Jericho Wright story and I handled it ok myself but everyone still came tearing to my defense. On my very first post. That made me feel good so I stayed.

I have 4 kids, 2 girls and 2 boys. I am pregnant with a girl due in August that I think is the last. I had to go for the tie braker, and of course the girls won!

I got interested in true crime a long time ago. My mom never censored us so I was the weird 4 year old watching Its Alive and Halloween at all hours. When she married my stepdad he actually encouraged that weirdness and started me on all the serial killer books. He was cool like that. Then When my oldest daughter was 5 I heard about Samantha Runnion being kidnapped and murdered. Not only did she look like a twin of my daughter they had the exact same birthday, July 26th 1996. I connected so much with that case because her mom was in labor the same time I was. It just really hit home.

Also, I'm in love with Swivel. I must stalk him once a day or I get itchy.
 
why the hell not

When two of my husband's friends were murdered, since we are in a different state, we scoured the hell out of the internet, looking for details, trying to find some reason why. Everything printed about the murders was so dry and technical, and nothing we read gave us any feeling of knowing something we didn't already. Then, while googling it again, I saw the headline "Ivette Davila Is A Jealous Bitch." I couldn't click fast enough on that. It somehow was comforting to see people who had never known the Millers, be so angry at their murder. So, I stayed, mostly because the headlines made it impossible not to click on them. Then Easton Lee was murdered, and my friend Heather was left without her only child. And it ended up front-paged here. That got me involved in a whole new way, as the thread can tell the story of. Neither event was easy to take, but I found a comfort in seeing strangers mourn these losses along with me. It bonded me to this place and these people. And I am grateful everyday I sign on and don't see a face I know (there was a third case too), but when I do, I know as long as I can look at the situation rationally, there will be somebody who sees my point of view, or at least tries to. Thanks.
 
I found this site while trolling one day! I sat for hours looking through a majority of the stories. And I had to become a member! Every since I was a small child I have been very interested in true crime and why people do the things that they do. I am a mother and a grandmother but that doesn't have any influence on why I am here. Since I lost my job due to a company buyout, I have nothing but time on my hands, I have chose to spend it here..learning more and more everyday!:)
 
I am here because, I have always been interested in true crime and everytime I looked up a story this site would be like first on google. I then knew this site as the one to come to, to read the stories in a witty way. I liked the comments they were always just as interesting as the actual story, which is not common in a site. I then lurked for a bit as everyone would say the same thing I would've said anyway in a better way.
I like to read here, and the check out the other topics.
I really got interested in reading true crime on the internet way back when the Andrea Yates case happened. It bothered me, I just couldn't fathom doing that to your children. I was obsessed with that case for a minute, the mental health aspect of it, the staunch AY supporters, Rusty, everything. I eventually stopped reading cases on the internet and none got my attention like AY. I have only been reading this stuff again for about 1 year or so.
 
Googled. Clicked. Lurked. Joined. Stayed because <insert what everyone else said here>.
 
Always makes me wonder if she had not been murdered, would she have straightened out like I did, or would she have just ended up in the same situation just little further down the path.



Morbid,
Seems that maybe you just grew up? You call it straighting out, I call it growing up. Don't look now, but your parents might have had a point when they taught you about wisdom....Happens to the best of us burnouts. Get married, have kids, grow up, get wise. I think I have become my dad. Funny how things turn out, huh?
 
All the cool kids at B-D are here...and I want so desperately to be a cool kid. All that matters in life is to be cool.

Also, ZoMbiEbOoBs's boobs were a driving force.

I love DD and BD...
 
I'm here because I get off on the sense of my own moral superiority to the unwashed masses who hurt other people.

Or something.

I also had a fucked up childhood and was raised by cruel, horrible wackos, and though I've made it my life's mission to give my own children a normal and happy childhood, the remnants of my past have given me a morbid fascination and curiosity into the depraved minds of others.

I found the DD while looking for info on little Benjamin Sargent. I sobbed for about 5 days straight after reading about him, unable to stop imagining his cries for help that went unanswered, how the pain of hunger must have consumed him, how badly he must have wanted to simply be picked up and given a bottle. Stories about adults who got killed in fights or whatever don't move me. But I wish to God I could have saved these kids I read about here.

I also like how people here don't pull any punches - I can say what I REALLY think about child molesters, for example, which is that they should all be castrated, then burned to death, then brought back to life to be beaten to death.

Oh, and I am also a social conservative, though I haven't found occasion to talk about my politics here yet. *runs away* :eek:
 
Why am I here.... Well I found this site through Google. Why do I stay and read and participate? I like insulting people, its fun. No seriously, I have always been interested in "True Crime" even as a young woman. I wanted to become a police officer, a social worker, therapist, and a crime scene photographer. Mostly I think it started in school when I realized that my personal home life was fucked up and started to do research in child abuse (and wrote a paper on it). More over further events in my life have caused me to remain interested.

I think for the most part it is the "What the fuck was this person thinking?" ; "What caused a person to do this/that/the other?"; "What makes that person tick and do this?" Kinda morbid, I know. People around me don't understand. And I am definately more paranoid about the people who I meet. It feeds my theory that humans are the worst parasite on this planet, and we are horrible creatures (to ourselves, others, and the world around us).

I hate people, seriously, I do.
 
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