Jeffrey Dahmer Dead Photos Novels & Stories

Even the government had to give Kevin some face. After a long while, Kevin reached out to take the documents. When he opened it, he laid eyes on the many gory photos in the folder. After turning several pages, he found that every picture was full of blood, bright red blood, and severed bodies of human beings. No, they were no longer human. At least not completely human. There was one photo that was very special. It showed a limbless Chace, lying on the ground, squirming as hard as he could.

SERAEL BLOOD DETECTED. The door opened. Beyond it was a massive underground chamber. Rows of computers lined the walls. Old files covered tables. Photographs hung everywhere. Children. Families. Executions. Experiments. Black Veil had kept records for decades. But one section was different. Every file had the same label. ESCAPED. I opened the first. A man’s photograph appeared. Dead. Second. Dead. Third. Dead. Then I reached the final file. The photograph was missing. Only a name remained.

Kaden said, pointing at the huge, bald human. “He was sentenced to a lifetime in jail for kidnapping and rapi.ng six young girls below the age of ten. He is a sick nut job.” Kaden spoke as he circled the men, his words only enraging me the more. “This other magnificent bastard's name is Jefferson Bahmer, the most unsuspecting bastard as they come. But this man is responsible for the death of thirty humans, which he took home, killed and then he ate them.” Kaden said, going to stand behind me.

He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently. "What? Feeling guilty now?" I pulled out my phone and raised it high above my head. "You want proof? I have it! These are the bank transfer records! These are the reversal records! "This is the official death certificate from the police! And this one—!" I opened the photo that the entire city had already seen, turned the screen brightness to maximum, and shoved it right in front of Jeff's face. "Jeff, do those five-million-dollar photos look good? They were bought with my father's life!"

Then Damien's expression turned serious. My father slowly pushed the document across the desk towards me. I glanced at the pictures on top and my expression darkened instantly. "Another body?" I picked up the photographs and examined them carefully. "The same wounds?" I asked. Beta Damien nodded once. "Necks torn open. Bodies drained of blood, and those haunting eyes..." His voice grew harsher. "Exactly like the others."

But they were, mine included. The envelope, the one with the photo, was sitting between us, resting on the coffee table, as if waiting to inject fear into anyone who happened to dare give it so much as a passing glance. It was already afternoon, but neither of us had said so much more than a few words. "Finally!" Jeffery let out a sharp breath. "We need to dig deeper." I nodded without taking my gaze away from the photograph. Edward Richards - alive and sitting in a care facility courtyard. Not frail or dying but simply observing. And then someone had the nerve to deliver it to us.

He has casual clothes but most of his clothes and shoes are official. I am just about to leave when I notice another door near his briefcase. I open it. It is dark, and I take a minute to find the light switch. I let out a gasp when I see what is in there. It's pictures on the wall, pictures of me all around the room, the one in the middle is large acting as the focal point. And everyone I have ever met, and I mean everyone. There are large X's on some faces, on the people who are already dead. The pictures of Jade and her family have been cut. I can't look at this anymore.

Was it connected to this? She sifted through more photos. The photos of Damien tied to a chain, blood spilling from his body from the torture he was subjected to before he got shot. Krystie narrowed her eyes. Why would Cassandra have these? And why had she tried so desperately to give them to Krystie before she died?

"As expected there was fur of the wolves but there was also a photo album that seemed to belong to his mum, l did remember seeing this lady the first day l was told to sleep in Damien's chambers. I obviously didn't know who the hell some people in the photos were. They looked so old and they might be dead by now. I ignored them and sat down. I flicked through the other album and in the back there were few loose photos that l felt like l had seen before. Some we're the men who were in the court last time.

"As expected there was fur of the wolves but there was also a photo album that seemed to belong to his mum, l did remember seeing this lady the first day l was told to sleep in Damien's chambers. I obviously didn't know who the hell some people in the photos were. They looked so old and they might be dead by now. I ignored them and sat down. I flicked through the other album and in the back there were few loose photos that l felt like l had seen before. Some we're the men who were in the court last time.