Jodie harris
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Moskvin: The Doll Collector
(DISCLAIMER: this case tells the graphic details of the deaths of children, touches up on mental illness and death) Anatoly Moskvin was born in Russia on September 1, 1966, he grew up a normal and happy child, much like the other children around him. He graduated from Moscow State University with a degree, which went on with him pursuing a career as a journalist. Moskvin had stated that he was an expert when it came to cemeteries; an odd expertise to have however he claimed himself to be a 'necropolyst'. His estranged love for cemeteries came from childhood experiences. Although Anatoly was deemed a normal child, his known place where he would play and explore would be his local cemeteries; unannounced to his future that would shock Russia, this behavior could have been put down to the simplicity of curiosity, and that the Anatoly didn't understand death. Children are curious creatures, and they will explore and learn for themselves, however this curiosity of Moskvin led him to be a body-snatcher who would dress up bodies of little girls.
By Jodie harris5 years ago in Criminal
Who Put Bella in the Wych Elm?
The scene sets in Hagley Woods, Worcestershire in the UK; where World War II was still in uproar, four young local boys were out in the woods when they discovered a human skull inside a hollow tree trunk. The boys were out to poach, and found something that would haunt them forever. This sparked fear within the young boys and they made a pact to never talk about what they found; which is later broken after one of the young boys (Tommy Willets) had told his father.
By Jodie harris6 years ago in Criminal
Toxic Friendships
Throughout my life, I have endured friendships full of hatred and toxic mannerisms. I always believed the longest you'd known your friends, the more they loved you and would stick around through anything; but now I know its quality over quantity. I'm now out of the hellish friendship group I spent four years with, and now I'm with a friendship group I've known for a year and they know me more than anyone ever did. Spotting a toxic relationship is very difficult when you're the victim. You always second guess but think highly of them and believe they'd never hurt you. As a matter of fact, it's bullying, it's a lead up of bringing you down, talking behind your back, and never being there. The red flags really come down to the fact that you know you never get anything good out of the friendship. My relationship with one girl in particular was like a boomerang; one minute she would be with me and she would act like a friend, next minute she would come back around and she would be manipulative and would degrade me from the smallest things. My experience led me to damaging my own body so that I suited their needs and pleased them and not myself. Throughout the group, it was constant drama and bitching about each other to the other girls. It was not healthy! That I knew, but I was too scared to leave; knowing I would have no friends and in fear they would tell my secrets to other people—which I knew they were capable of. I decided to wait until I left high school, which was never a good idea because it was still difficult. One day I just had enough and left and blocked them on all social media so they could forget about me and I could forget about them. As for now, I feel so much better. I'm beginning to love myself. I'm beginning to find better people.
By Jodie harris6 years ago in Humans