@iloveptl2v6: #schizophrenic #skinningchildrenalive #relatable #sybau #schizophrenia #insane #fyp @miku

Santello :

One of y’all ain’t lying😭✌️

RowenLeds :

Don’t stop making these🙏🙏

Mr SUS :

speeds scream with this sound is scary....

Tennisboat1 :

I just smiled at the video

pewpewman300 :

Amelia Smith I met her on tinder blond beautiful , gorgeous eyes we started to talk for weeks and then we decided to meet up at a dennys then she went back to my place and she kept talking about an awful odor but that odor was from my deceased dog that was under the couch from months ago when I went to the bathroom she decided to look around and check the couch then she decided luckily I was watching through the cameras and I came in with a hammer I bashed all of her fingers and tied her up in my attic I forced her to eat the deceased dog then I just started to rip each of her fingers nails and toe nails and fed it to her for her dessert to bad for her she wasn’t too obedient so I just let my dog tear a piece of her flesh and fed it to him she kept screaming and eventually when I went to go on a jog I saw her on the cameras trying to escape I quickly ran back home and she had a knife but due to her injuries she couldn’t do anything much so we just decided to skin her alive and put her in acid bath she cried and screamed in agony but too bad no one heard or came to her rescue and ever since this day I always kept her pretty blond hair with me

火焰兵 :

bro what are those hashtags 🥀✌🏻

🦇nicename🍃 :

clbtq :

this guy looks oddly similar like me

lily <3 :

MEN. MEN. MEN.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 :

I know most people in the comment section are just playing around, talking big about killing, skinning, torture, all that edgy internet noise. But I’m not like them. I don’t joke. I am a killer. A real one. And not the sloppy kind that ends up in a headline. I’m surgical. Quiet. Precise. I don’t do it for anger or revenge. I do it because watching someone unravel, watching that last flicker of hope leave their eyes, it’s beautiful. It’s…art. And the best part? I’ll never be caught. I’m ten steps ahead of everyone. Cops, feds, even the wannabe detectives online. I see them. I read their theories. All wrong. Every time. Because I’m smarter. Smarter than all of you. This isn’t a cry for attention. This is a statement of fact. And trust me, when you finally realize who I am, it’ll already be too late. I am a real one, hiding in plain sight.

Tea :

“One of yall ain’t lying” 🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖

🦇🖤 natalia 🇵🇱 :

not a single original experience 🥀

Nothing Personal :

i wonder how well i could fake a victim

A :

I feel like this is a safe place to confess. She’s somewhere in the Miami canal. I don’t get too close, but sometimes I drive slowly on the highway just to see if everything still looks… the same. The water level has dropped a bit. That makes me nervous. I haven’t slept well in months. I still hear the sound of the impact some nights. It was quick. I don’t think she even saw it coming. I changed jobs. Deleted my socials. Sold the car. I have an escape route planned in case things go wrong. I spend hours looking at the map. Colombia seems like a good option. Jungle, heat… no one asks too many questions there. Nothing’s come up in the news. Not a word. That’s good. Silence is the only sign I have that things are still under control. And yet… I keep thinking about what I did. It was an accident. At least that’s what I try to believe.

spam¿ :

the game

🦖goji_Sauruz🦖 :

She’s in Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I drive by, just to make sure. I don’t want the currents to shift and for something to… resurface. The water covers everything—for now. It’s only been eighteen months. The nights feel longer lately, or maybe it’s just my guilt chasing me with a stopwatch. I’ve taken precautions. A new name, clean documents, even a more practiced smile. Canada’s always been an option. Cold, remote, discreet. But I can’t leave Miami just yet… not until I’m certain I left no trace. The news hasn’t said a word. Not a single mention. That’s good. Silence means safety… right? It was an accident. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself when I dream of blood on my hands. Again.

️ :

I know most people in the comment section are just playing around, talking big about killing, skinning, torture, all that edgy internet noise. But I’m not like them. I don’t joke. I am a killer. A real one. And not the sloppy kind that ends up in a headline. I’m surgical. Quiet. Precise. I don’t do it for anger or revenge. I do it because watching someone unravel, watching that last flicker of hope leave their eyes, it’s beautiful. It’s…art. And the best part? I’ll never be caught. I’m ten steps ahead of everyone. Cops, feds, even the wannabe detectives online. I see them. I read their theories. All wrong. Every time. Because I’m smarter. Smarter than all of you. This isn’t a cry for attention. This is a statement of fact. And trust me, when you finally realize who I am, it’ll already be too late.

️ :

Hilarious! 🤣🤣 We cool right?

Star☆ :

Shes no longer at my school now, she lives in greenwich village in new york. Sometimes I visit her, but instead of going to her house, i choose to lurk in the neighborhood, watching her through her windows with a drone. My entire school year all she has done was humiliate me and make me feel like I was the biggest failure. But now? She's the one who's getting humiliated. I would airdrop her pictures of her and her son hanging out, her walking in stores, voice recordings of her own voice saying the most outrageous things known to man, all being sent from an unknown number. She texted my number saying she'd call the cops, too bad all of the things she had said were leaked. She won't be humiliating me again. And the son? He's been missing a lot school recently, and hasn't been home in a while. Im sure she's worried about her son, but it's all good. He's safe with me.

Maxkiller89🇨🇦🇸🇪 :

one of us isn’t joking

dmian :

I know most people in the comment section are just playing around, talking big about killing, skinning, torture, all that edgy internet noise. But I’m not like them. I don’t joke. I am a killer. A real one. And not the sloppy kind that ends up in a headline. I’m surgical. Quiet. Precise. I don’t do it for anger or revenge. I do it because watching someone unravel, watching that last flicker of hope leave their eyes, it’s beautiful. It’s…art. And the best part? I’ll never be caught. I’m ten steps ahead of everyone. Cops, feds, even the wannabe detectives online. I see them. I read their theories. All wrong. Every time. Because I’m smarter. Smarter than all of you. This isn’t a cry for attention. This is a statement of fact. And trust me, when you finally realize who I am, it’ll already be too late.

kenny 🦄 :

I feel like this is a safe place to confess. She’s somewhere in the Miami canal. I don’t get too close, but sometimes I drive slowly on the highway just to see if everything still looks… the same. The water level has dropped a bit. That makes me nervous. I haven’t slept well in months. I still hear the sound of the impact some nights. It was quick. I don’t think she even saw it coming. I changed jobs. Deleted my socials. Sold the car. I have an escape route planned in case things go wrong. I spend hours looking at the map. Colombia seems like a good option. Jungle, heat… no one asks too many questions there. Nothing’s come up in the news. Not a word. That’s good. Silence is the only sign I have that things are still under control. And yet… I keep thinking about what I did. It was an accident. At least that’s what I try to believe.

itsKentSchwarz :

see how there's no "POV"

the dawn is your enemy :

Fr tho bro