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The CEO Killer: 3 True Horror Stories That Will Change Your Perspective · True Horror Stories

• 0:03
  Speaker 1: Thursday at Metasher Insurance, same old phones ringing, the same
• 0:07
  Speaker 1: clatter of keyboards, and the usual groans about who'd finished
• 0:11
  Speaker 1: their coffee first before the vending machine broke again. I
• 0:14
  Speaker 1: was at my desk on the thirtieth floor, scrolling through emails,
• 0:18
  Speaker 1: counting the hours to lunch. Nothing ever happened here. Then
• 0:23
  Speaker 1: he walked in. He didn't look like trouble at first,
• 0:27
  Speaker 1: just some middle eight guy with tired eyes, dressed in
• 0:30
  Speaker 1: a suit that didn't quite fit him.
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  Speaker 2: But it was the bag that caught my eye.
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  Speaker 1: This huge black Duffel bag slung over his shoulder looked
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  Speaker 1: way too heavy for just papers.
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  Speaker 2: He went straight to the front desk.
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  Speaker 1: Where Clara, our receptionist, greeted him with her usual overly
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  Speaker 1: chipper smile.
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  Speaker 2: Good morning. How can I help you today?
• 0:51
  Speaker 1: He slammed a folder down on the desk. I need
• 0:54
  Speaker 1: someone to look at my claim, he said, voice flat.
• 0:58
  Speaker 1: Clara frowned as she opened the folder. Oh, I'm sorry, sir,
• 1:03
  Speaker 1: this is something that claims department handles.
• 1:06
  Speaker 2: But you'll need an appointment.
• 1:08
  Speaker 1: His tone changed so fast it made my stomach flip.
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  Speaker 1: An appointment. I've been waiting for months. My wife is dying,
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  Speaker 1: and you people can't even He cut himself off, slamming
• 1:20
  Speaker 1: his fist on the desk so hard the papers jumped.
• 1:23
  Speaker 1: The whole floor went quiet. Clara bless her, tried to
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  Speaker 1: keep her calm.
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  Speaker 2: I understand, sir By, you understand.
• 1:31
  Speaker 1: Anything, he yelled, and that's when I saw it. His
• 1:35
  Speaker 1: hand moved to the bag, unzipping it slowly. My chest tightened,
• 1:39
  Speaker 1: my gut screamed, this is bad, really really bad. He
• 1:44
  Speaker 1: pulled out a shout gun.
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  Speaker 2: Everyone back.
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  Speaker 1: He shouted his voice so loud it made my ears ring.
• 1:51
  Speaker 1: Clara let out this blood curdling scream and ran her heels,
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  Speaker 1: clicking against the floor.
• 1:57
  Speaker 2: People ducked under desks or bolted for the exits. But
• 2:01
  Speaker 2: I just froze.
• 2:02
  Speaker 1: My hands gripped the edge of my desk so hard
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  Speaker 1: my knuckles went white. The man Carter, I heard someone whisper,
• 2:09
  Speaker 1: climbed onto Clara's desk, the shotgun swinging back and forth
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  Speaker 1: like a pendulum. His face was red, veins bulging in
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  Speaker 1: his neck.
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  Speaker 2: Do you think you can ignore me?
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  Speaker 1: Push me around?
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  Speaker 2: Not anymore?
• 2:22
  Speaker 1: He fired into the ceiling, boomed, dusted, and chunks of
• 2:26
  Speaker 1: plaster rained down, covering everything in this gritty.
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  Speaker 2: White powder.
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  Speaker 1: The whole office went into shock. No one moved, No
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  Speaker 1: one even breathed.
• 2:36
  Speaker 2: Where's your boss?
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  Speaker 1: Carter barred, get him out here now. The silence was deafening.
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  Speaker 1: No one dared answer. His eyes darted around, landing on
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  Speaker 1: this young intern sitting near the back. She couldn't have
• 2:49
  Speaker 1: been more than twenty two, fresh out of college. He
• 2:52
  Speaker 1: grabbed her by the arm yanking her out of the
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  Speaker 1: chair set. He snarled, shoving her into the middle of
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  Speaker 1: the room. She was so hard she could barely breathe.
• 3:02
  Speaker 1: Nobody moves or she's dead. I could barely hear anything
• 3:06
  Speaker 1: over the blood pounding in my ears. I wanted to
• 3:08
  Speaker 1: crawl to my phone and call for help, but it
• 3:10
  Speaker 1: was on the desk, right out in the open. If
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  Speaker 1: he saw me move, I'd be next minutes dragged like hours.
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  Speaker 1: Carter was pacing now, waving the gun around, ranting about
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  Speaker 1: how the system is broken and insurance companies decide who lives.
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  Speaker 2: And who dies. His voice cracked when he said, my.
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  Speaker 3: Wife begged me to fight for her, and this this
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  Speaker 3: is the only way you people listen.
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  Speaker 2: The sirens came next.
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  Speaker 1: The sound was muffled at first, but when the lights
• 3:41
  Speaker 1: outside started flashing red and blue, it hit me the
• 3:44
  Speaker 1: cops were here. A voice came over the Intercolm, calm
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  Speaker 1: and steady, mister Carter, this is Detective Ellis with the NYPD.
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  Speaker 1: We want to help you. Let's talk, Carter laughed, bitterly,
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  Speaker 1: shaking his head. Talk you want to talk. Where were
• 4:01
  Speaker 1: you when I needed your help? When my wife needed help?
• 4:04
  Speaker 2: Where were you?
• 4:04
  Speaker 1: Then the yank the intern to her feet again, pointing
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  Speaker 1: the gun at her head. Her knees buckled, and she
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  Speaker 1: let out a sob that made my heart shatter. You
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  Speaker 1: don't think I know how this ads, Carter growled.
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  Speaker 3: You'll call me crazy, a terrorist, but I'm not the
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  Speaker 3: bad guy here. You, the ones with riches and power,
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  Speaker 3: get to decide who gets to lift.
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  Speaker 2: And fucking die.
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  Speaker 1: His shoulders slumped for a second. I thought he might
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  Speaker 1: give up. His grip on the shotgun loosened and his
• 4:33
  Speaker 1: head dropped. That's when I saw it, the red laser
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  Speaker 1: dot on his chest. The shot rang out louder than
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  Speaker 1: anything I'd ever heard. Carter staggered back, his eyes wide
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  Speaker 1: and shock. His blood blossomed across his shirt. The shotgun
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  Speaker 1: fell to the floor with a heavy thudh. He collapsed
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  Speaker 1: a second later, crumpling like a puppet whose strings had
• 4:56
  Speaker 1: been cut. The intern screamed an office storm the room,
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  Speaker 1: pulling her to safety. The SWAT team swarmed in, guns drawn,
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  Speaker 1: shouting commands that I couldn't even process. I stayed under
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  Speaker 1: my desk, too afraid to move, too afraid to breathe.
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  Speaker 2: My whole body was trembling.
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  Speaker 1: Even after they carried Carter's body out of a stretcher,
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  Speaker 1: his face pale and lifeless. I couldn't make myself get up.
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  Speaker 1: Some nights I wake up in cold sweat, the echo
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  Speaker 1: of that gun shot ringing in my ears, and Carter's
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  Speaker 1: voice whispering over and over.
• 5:33
  Speaker 2: You think you're safe.
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  Speaker 1: The protagonist of the story is a fictional character based
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  Speaker 1: on twenty six year old Luigi Mangian, an Ivy League graduate.
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  Speaker 1: He's accused of fatally shooting United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson
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  Speaker 1: in midtown Manhattan on December fourth, twenty twenty four, allegedly
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  Speaker 1: motivated by anger toward the healthcare industry. Mangione was arrested
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  Speaker 1: in Altoona, Pennsylvania, five days later, found with a three
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  Speaker 1: D printed gun silencer, and a manifesto criticizing the US
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  Speaker 1: healthcare system. He faces multiple state and federal charges, including
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  Speaker 1: murder as an act of terrorism, and has pleaded not guilty.
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  Speaker 1: The case has sparked debates over the idolization of alleged
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  Speaker 1: criminals and the potential influence of public opinion on legal proceedings.
• 6:27
  Speaker 1: I was never someone who enjoyed parties. Being an introverted
• 6:31
  Speaker 1: and socially awkward guy has always been a problem. Around
• 6:34
  Speaker 1: this time of year, parties were winding down and the
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  Speaker 1: streets were mostly empty. Our house was no different. Mattie
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  Speaker 1: and Cayley had gone out earlier and returned some time
• 6:45
  Speaker 1: after one point thirty am, their laughter echoing faintly through
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  Speaker 1: the walls. Xenna and Ethan came back shortly after, their
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  Speaker 1: voices mixing with the sound of the TV upstairs. I
• 6:56
  Speaker 1: stayed downstairs, tucked away in my small room, scrolling through
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  Speaker 1: my phone and trying to ignore the world above me.
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  Speaker 1: By two am, the house fell silent. It wasn't unusual,
• 7:07
  Speaker 1: we all had our own routines. I thought I'd drift
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  Speaker 1: off to sleep, but then a noise broke the quiet.
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  Speaker 1: A muffled thought followed by another. I froze, my ears straining.
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  Speaker 1: It didn't sound like someone stumbling or dropping something. It
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  Speaker 1: was heavier, deliberate. My mouth went dry. Maybe it was nothing,
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  Speaker 1: I told myself. Still my chest tightened as I got
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  Speaker 1: up to check. I told myself I was just thirsty.
• 7:35
  Speaker 1: As I opened my door, the air felt strange, heavy
• 7:38
  Speaker 1: and cold, like the house was holding its breath. I
• 7:42
  Speaker 1: crept into the kitchen, my bare feet barely making a
• 7:45
  Speaker 1: sound on the hardwood floor. That's when I saw him.
• 7:49
  Speaker 1: At first I thought it was Ethan. The build was similar,
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  Speaker 1: broad shoulders, average height. But then I noticed the mask, black,
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  Speaker 1: smooth and featureless.
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  Speaker 2: My brain hitched.
• 8:01
  Speaker 1: He moved slowly, purposely, a long knife glinting in his hand.
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  Speaker 1: The faint moonlight from the window caught the blade, making
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  Speaker 1: it shimmer like a predator's tooth. I ducked behind the
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  Speaker 1: kitchen counter, my heart pounding so loud. I was sure
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  Speaker 1: he'd hear it. I pinked over the edge just as
• 8:19
  Speaker 1: he slipped into Maddie's room. The door clicked shut behind him.
• 8:23
  Speaker 1: I waited, my muscles stiff with fear. The silence stretched on, unbearable.
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  Speaker 1: Then came the faintest sound, a muffled gasp, and then nothing.
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  Speaker 1: My stomach churned as he reappeared, the knife dripping dark
• 8:39
  Speaker 1: streaks onto the floor. He didn't hesitate, moving to Kayley's
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  Speaker 1: room next. I wanted to scream, to run, but my
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  Speaker 1: body refused to move. All I could do was watch.
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  Speaker 1: He emerged again, his movements calm and methodical, as if
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  Speaker 1: he'd done this a thousand times. The knife was slick
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  Speaker 1: with blood, now draw trailing behind him like bread crumbs.
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  Speaker 2: My chest felt like it would cave in.
• 9:05
  Speaker 1: As he turned towards Xana and Ethan's room, I crawled
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  Speaker 1: toward the stairs, desperate for somewhere to hide. My hands
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  Speaker 1: shook as I duck behind a tall vase, pressing myself
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  Speaker 1: against the wall, praying he wouldn't notice me. Through the
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  Speaker 1: crack in the door, I saw him push into their room.
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  Speaker 1: Xana's voice broke the stillness.
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  Speaker 2: What are you doing?
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  Speaker 1: She asked, her voice trembling. Ethan stirred, his groggy voice
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  Speaker 1: fairly audible. The man didn't answer. He lunged. The knife
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  Speaker 1: plunged into Ethan's chest with a sickening crunch. Xana screamed,
• 9:41
  Speaker 1: but it didn't last long. The sound of her terror
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  Speaker 1: turned in choking gasps. His blood sprayed the walls. I
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  Speaker 1: clamped my hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my
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  Speaker 1: face as I tried to stay silent. My whole body
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  Speaker 1: trembled as I prayed he wouldn't hear me. Then he
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  Speaker 1: paused for a moment, and it felt like time stopped.
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  Speaker 1: His head turned slightly, his cold, empty eye scanning the hallway.
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  Speaker 2: My heart pounded so hard that I thought it would explode.
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  Speaker 2: He took a step toward the vase.
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  Speaker 1: I held my breath, my chest burning, my vision blurring.
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  Speaker 1: But then, as if deciding I wasn't worth his time,
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  Speaker 1: he turned and walked away.
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  Speaker 2: The sound of his footsteps faded into.
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  Speaker 1: The night, and I stayed frozen, curled up behind the
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  Speaker 1: vase until the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows.
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  Speaker 1: My body ached, my throat was raw, and my mind
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  Speaker 1: felt shattered. When I finally stumbled into the living room,
• 10:38
  Speaker 1: it felt like stepping into a nightmare. The house was
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  Speaker 1: crawling with cops, the air thick with the stench of
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  Speaker 1: copper and bleach. Crime scene tape crisscrossed the halls. An
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  Speaker 1: officer noticed me and asked who I was. I stammered
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  Speaker 1: something barely coherent. They guided me outside, treating me like
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  Speaker 1: some lost child. I sat on the curb, staring blankly
• 11:02
  Speaker 1: as the chaos and folded around me. I overheard snippets
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  Speaker 1: of conversations, no fingerprints, no signs of forced entry. Four
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  Speaker 1: lives were gone in an instant, and no one knew why.
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  Speaker 1: Weeks passed, and the whole campus felt like it was
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  Speaker 1: suffocating under the weight of fear. The media swarm like vultures,
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  Speaker 1: spinning theories and pointing fingers. Then in December, they arrested
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  Speaker 1: Brian Cooberger, a criminology PhD student. The irony made me
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  Speaker 1: one of vomit. His car had been spotted near the
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  Speaker 1: house at night. His DNA matched the knife sheath left behind,
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  Speaker 1: But none of that erased the terror that haunted me.
• 11:43
  Speaker 1: Even now, I can't close my eyes without seeing those cold,
• 11:47
  Speaker 1: empty eyes staring at me. The Idaho killing case revolves
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  Speaker 1: around the tragic deaths of four University of Idaho students,
• 11:58
  Speaker 1: Kaylee Goncalvez, Madison Mogan, Xanna Kernodle, and Ethan Chapin, who
• 12:04
  Speaker 1: were brutally stabbed in their off campus home in Moscow, Idaho,
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  Speaker 1: on November thirteenth, twenty twenty two. The shocking crime left
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  Speaker 1: the small college town on edge. After weeks of investigation,
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  Speaker 1: police arrested Brian Coohberger, a criminology PhD student at Washington
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  Speaker 1: State University, in December twenty twenty two. DNA evidence, surveillance footage,
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  Speaker 1: and cell phone data.
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  Speaker 2: Tied Coburger to the crime.
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  Speaker 1: The case, still unfolding as of twenty twenty five, has
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  Speaker 1: drawn national attention for its disturbing nature and the ongoing
• 12:40
  Speaker 1: legal proceedings. Nineteen sixty eight was supposed to be my
• 12:46
  Speaker 1: new beginning. My family was moving to New York, and
• 12:50
  Speaker 1: that night on the Sunset Strip was my sendoff, a
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  Speaker 1: chance to soak in the city one last time. The
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  Speaker 1: neon lights flickered, music thumped in the distance, and the
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  Speaker 1: world felt electric. And then I saw him. He was
• 13:04
  Speaker 1: standing by the entrance to the club, his eyes dark,
• 13:07
  Speaker 1: scanning the crowd. He looked normal, maybe even handsome, But
• 13:11
  Speaker 1: something about the way he lingered made my stomach churn.
• 13:15
  Speaker 1: His name was Rodney Alcala, and he had a reputation
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  Speaker 1: for being smooth. Maybe too smooth, heay, he said, later,
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  Speaker 1: flashing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. You
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  Speaker 1: guys should come to my place. Let's keep the party going.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't trust him, but my friends laughed it off.
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  Speaker 1: It's just Rodney, one of them said.
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  Speaker 2: He's armless.
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  Speaker 1: That's how I ended up in the backseat of his car.
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  Speaker 1: I sat stiffly, my unease growing with every mile we
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  Speaker 1: put between us and the strip. The streets grew darker
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  Speaker 1: and quieter until we pulled up to a run down house. Inside,
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  Speaker 1: the air was heavy and smelt faintly of mildew. Rodney
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  Speaker 1: handed around a joint, and my friends accepted without hesitation. I,
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  Speaker 1: on the other hand, couldn't relax. Rodney's gaze kept darting
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  Speaker 1: to me, his smile fading into something colder, hungrier. I
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  Speaker 1: should have left, I should have listened to my instincts.
• 14:13
  Speaker 1: Come with me, Rodney said, suddenly grabbing my arm. What
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  Speaker 1: I asked, my voice trembling, Come on, he said, his
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  Speaker 1: tone now sharp, his grip unrelenting. He yanked me down
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  Speaker 1: the hall, shoving open a door and pulling me into
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  Speaker 1: a dimly lit bedroom. Let me go, I screamed, trying
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  Speaker 1: to pull free. Shut up, he snapped, slamming the door
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  Speaker 1: behind us. He took off his belt, wrapping it around
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  Speaker 1: his fist. You think you can just leave, he hissed,
• 14:47
  Speaker 1: his voice low and venomous. My heart pounded, please I.
• 14:52
  Speaker 1: Before I could finish, his fist connected with my face.
• 14:55
  Speaker 1: Pain exploded between my eyes. As my head hit the wall.
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  Speaker 1: I crumpled to the floor, dazed but still conscious. Rodney
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  Speaker 1: knelt over me, his breath hot and sour. You're not
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  Speaker 1: going anywhere, he whispered, his voice almost amused. He pulled
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  Speaker 1: out a knife, the blade catching the dim light. My
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  Speaker 1: breath caught as he cut the tie of my blouse,
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  Speaker 1: the fabric fading away to reveal a thin red line
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  Speaker 1: across my chest. I thought for sure he did cut
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  Speaker 1: my throat. All I thought inside my head was did
• 15:29
  Speaker 1: he really cut me? Will I die? You're gonna die here,
• 15:35
  Speaker 1: he said, casually, like he was discussing the weather.
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  Speaker 2: No one will ever find you.
• 15:40
  Speaker 1: Tears streamed down my face as I struggled against him,
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  Speaker 1: but he shoved his belt into my.
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  Speaker 2: Mouth, gagging me.
• 15:47
  Speaker 1: I gagged and thrashed, but he tied my wrists with
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  Speaker 1: a neck tie, his motions quick and practiced. Stop moving,
• 15:55
  Speaker 1: he growled, punching me in the stomach. The air rushed
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  Speaker 1: from my lung and I collapsed, gasping. Rodney was out
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  Speaker 1: of control now, his face red and twisted with rage.
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  Speaker 1: This surfault, he spat, cutting away the rest of my clothes.
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  Speaker 2: You shouldn't have gotten me in the car.
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  Speaker 1: I wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but I couldn't.
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  Speaker 1: My vision blurred, my chest heaved, and I felt myself
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  Speaker 1: slipping away. After some point, I wanted it to end.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't want to live. I wanted to die. Then
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  Speaker 1: suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door.
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  Speaker 2: Rodney.
• 16:34
  Speaker 1: Someone shouted open the door. It was my friend's. Rodney froze,
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  Speaker 1: his head snapping toward the noise. His hands tightened on
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  Speaker 1: the knife, and for a terrified moment, I thought he
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  Speaker 1: was going to finish it anyway.
• 16:47
  Speaker 2: The pounding grew louder. Mike break the window.
• 16:51
  Speaker 1: The glass shattered, and Mike burst into the room, his
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  Speaker 1: eyes wide with horror. He froze for a moment, staring
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  Speaker 1: at Rodney, who good over me, blood staining his shirt.
• 17:02
  Speaker 1: Rodney stepped back, his expression blank. Take her, he said,
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  Speaker 1: his voice eerily calm. Mike didn't hesitate. He grabbed me
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  Speaker 1: and pulled me through the broken window. My legs were weak,
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  Speaker 1: my body trembling, but I clung to him as we
• 17:18
  Speaker 1: stumbled into the night. Outside, the air felt cold and sharp,
• 17:22
  Speaker 1: like I could finally breathe again. A car screeched to
• 17:25
  Speaker 1: a halt nearby, and the couple inside helped us escape.
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  Speaker 2: Rodney didn't follow.
• 17:32
  Speaker 1: Mike took me to his apartment, where his neighbor, a nurse,
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  Speaker 1: patched me up. I sat there in shock, my mind
• 17:38
  Speaker 1: replaying the night like a broken record. For years, I
• 17:42
  Speaker 1: carried the guilt with me. A friend later sent me
• 17:45
  Speaker 1: a newspaper clipping about Rodney's attempted murder of another girl,
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  Speaker 1: Talley Shapiro. That's when I realized the magnitude of what
• 17:53
  Speaker 1: had happened, and what could have happened if Mike hadn't
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  Speaker 1: broken that window.
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  Speaker 2: I survived, but I wasn't whole.
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  Speaker 1: Rodney Alcala had taken something from me that night, something
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  Speaker 1: I would never fully get back. Rodney Alcala, known as
• 18:11
  Speaker 1: the Dating Game Killer, was a convicted serial killer and
• 18:14
  Speaker 1: rapist who preyed on young women and girls in the
• 18:17
  Speaker 1: nineteen seventies. Among his countless victims, Morgan Rowan's name does
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  Speaker 1: not appear in the historical record or publicized cases tied
• 18:26
  Speaker 1: to Alcala. Alcala, a photographer, used his charm and photography
• 18:31
  Speaker 1: offers to lure victims, often exploiting their dreams of modeling.
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  Speaker 1: He was later convicted of multiple murders, including those of
• 18:39
  Speaker 1: Robin Samso and others, and linked to additional unsolved cases
• 18:44
  Speaker 1: through DNA. Alcola's chilling crimes highlighted the dangers of manipulation,
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  Speaker 1: ultimately leading to his death, sentence, and imprisonment.