Rotten Mango

Hellen, Coco, and John were 3 peas in a pod. Hellen was dating John but Coco was her best friend and they did everything together. Right now, they were sitting side by side planning what to do for Hellen’s 19th birthday. Hellen and John shared suggestive looks with each other before the door opened and their nemesis walked in. Camellia. Hellen and Camellia had been in a fight over the same boys and it was coming to an end now. Hellen had finally put Camellia in her place. The 3 best friends’ names were called. They stood up, smiled at each other, and made their way to the front. The judge read their charges - “kidnapping, assault, and torture.” How do you plea? “Not guilty.” They smirked and glared at Camellia.

Deep Sea Liner 2682 was coming back to port early. Nobody knew why - just that something very bad had happened at sea. The original plan was a group of 33 people would embark on a 2 year long deep sea fishing mission. But now they were coming back after just 8 months. What happened? When the giant vessel docked - concerned family, corporate employees of the fishing company, and even 11 police cars were lined up waiting for them. Police went on board escorting each one of the passengers off in handcuffs. Forensic teams in full hazmat suits rushed onto the boat and sprayed it down with Luminol. The whole boat was glowing. Blood. There was blood everywhere. 33 people on a ship in the deep sea for 8 months. 22 murdered and only 11 came back. And nobody wanted to talk about what really happened out at sea.

Dr. Bickham was the coroner for the small town of Slaughter. For the past few decades, he had looked death in the face - that was what the job required, and he was good at it. Until January 3, 2022. He was called out to the small white suburban house with the well manicured lawn - he could tell someone had died there judging by the smell. He walked into the living room and there in the center was a couch. The living room was organized and tidy even, except this couch was at the center covered in feces. The smell was stinging his eyes. He walked closer, and he saw - melted, into the couch the body of a young woman. She was unclothed, maggots in her hair, rotting flesh eaten off her bones, and she was sitting there with her eyes and mouth open. She had been sitting on this very couch, alive, for the past 12 years.

Mr. C looked through his peephole. The police were here again, probably to talk about that psychopath. Just 10 months ago, a complete stranger tried to stab and kill Mr. C. They didn’t even know each other! It was shocking to know that such depraved, evil, monsters existed in this world. Mr. C let the police officer in but now under the bright light of his foyer… he realized this man was no police officer. He was the killer from 10 months ago - back to finish the job. The attacker grabbed a hammer and slammed it down on Mr. C’s head. The attacker would be caught and he would scream to the world that he did this for justice. Justice was to kill Mr. C! This was justice for 8 year old Nayoung. The little girl that Cho Doo Soon (Mr. C) had kidnapped, assaulted within an inch of her life, mutilated, and disemboweled just 12 years ago. He had left her for dead after he brutally SA’d her. She miraculously survived and now Mr. C was a free man - living just half a mile from his victim.

In the dense forests of Washington - there is a suspicious wooden door leading into a mountain. If you look too quickly you just might miss it. It’s strange. If you were to open the door you would be standing inside of the tall mountain… how is that possible? Peter Keller had spent the past 8 years building his secret bunker inside the mountain. It a massive feat - 2 stories tall, log cabin walls, stockpiles of food, weapons, his favorite candy bars, and all the supplies he would need to live off the grid for years. He vlogged the process of building his bunker for the end of the world. Cyberattack that breaks America? Massive earthquake that leaves everyone without power? Peter was ready. He had his secret bunker to hide out in case the world ended. He just needed to kill 2 people before he could live out his doomsday fantasies…

It takes 2 minutes for a car to drown to the bottom of the river - and having your car sink to the bottom of the Han River was as good as a death sentence. 33 year old, Minjun, woke up in his sinking car. He had no idea how he got here… His car was filling up with water. His only way out was to break the window using nothing but the force of his body. He pushed the glass shards out and closed his eyes before jumping out… He plunged into the cold… Concrete. Minjun looked around. He was on a half-submerged concrete island in the middle of the deadly river. The bridge he had been driving on had collapsed - plunging 66 feet down into the water. He could see people, covered in blood, crawling out of their cars. Screaming for help. Help would come too late. It was up to the 49 people to save each other on the concrete island. By the end 32 would be dead.

They called it the House of Death. If you’re not careful and step foot inside the house, the owner will kill you and feed you to his dogs. 2 men had visited the House of Death, managed to get out with their lives, and told the police a bizarre story. They saw it with their own eyes they said. The owner of the death house was feeding the pack of dogs the small severed hand of a woman. They said they knew who the hand belonged to. She was a young woman who had gone viral recently for exposing a famous professional soccer player. She told reporters - “If something happens to me - it was him. He did it.” The 2 men told police that she was kidnapped, held hostage, killed, and fed to the dogs in the mysterious “House of Death.”

Most business deals are done at the dinner table. You quite literally wine and dine your potential investors. CEO Chen knew the song and dance better than anyone. He invested in companies with unique products to offer to the market. The businessman in front of him was doing everything to get CEO Chen to open his wallet. “Our product is really unique and hopefully this is comforting to know - I quality assure each and every single product sold.” CEO Chen smiled and the businessman knew it was time to go bigger. He eagerly stated - “We also give back to our local communities. We provide aid for elementary and middle schoolers. Here, take a look at what we’ve given to them.” CEO Chen leaned over to look at the businessman’s phone. The man smiled at his screen and kept swiping from the videos… Each video depicted a 12 year old being brutally assaulted in a dimly lit hotel room. The investment opportunity? A child sex trafficking ring disguised as a student aid foundation.

Be like Barbie, Nina thought. She pushed her chest out and applied bubblegum lip gloss as she arrived at the seaside mansion for the first time. The last thing she wanted was to look like a child. But to Jeffrey Epstein, that was absolutely what he wanted. In fact, quite possibly the only thing he desired at all. What do rich men desire when they know they can buy almost everything in the world? They want what they can’t have. For Epstein that was young girls, illegally young girls, inexperienced young girls—his desires weren’t uncommon by any means either. Epstein was a multi millionaire rubbing shoulders with princes, socialites, tycoons, magnates, all over the world who had exactly the same desires. How far would the rich go to get something they couldn’t buy?

The Maxwell Family rubbed shoulders with the British Royal Family in England. They were untouchable with a net worth of $2 billion. Ghislaine Maxwell, the favorite heir, was well connected. With friends like Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton, and other high profile world leaders. Ghislaine Maxwell could have had anything - but all she wanted was 2 men. She would have done anything to please her father. She would have done anything to please her boyfriend - like run an intricate trafficking ring for the world’s upper elite. But both of them would end up dead. Her billionaire father - that would be found naked & dead off the side of his yacht “Lady Ghislaine.” There are speculations that somebody murdered him. Her billionaire boyfriend - that would be found dead inside his prison cell. There are speculations that somebody murdered him.

He woke up from the smell. His head was pounding as his eyes adjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Did he drink too much the night before? What is that smell? He reached his hand up to rub his eyes… it was covered in blood. He looked down - blood. All over his clothes, the tiles, everywhere. He slowly turned his head to the bathtub - and there floating in the water… were dismembered body parts. Along with a severed head with long black hair that was getting tangled… “I swear I woke up and there was just a body here.” The police would never fall for it. He had no choice but to put on a raincoat, mask, and eye goggles and get to work. Finish the job. But eventually, he would stop, right? This would be the 9th severed head in his collection.

The surveillance footage that captured the limp body of a young boy getting dragged into a closet was surprisingly clear. “You’re pathetic, but I already knew that.” The person talking came into view and positioned the boy in front of the camera. His body was completely nude except for a sagging diaper. To be alive - seemed agonizing. The little boy’s breathing sounded like a fish out of water - they bent over and pinched the little boy’s lips together. “See? You don’t need to breathe through your mouth like that - dummy.” Those would be the last words he ever hears. The boy would die in that closet. After enduring endless torture- starvation, ice baths, and being forced to drink hot sauce. But who was behind the camera watching?

“Could you please help me? I need money for my baby.” Something strange was happening in the small city of Fuyang, China. There was an influx of families begging for help on the street. All of them said something was very wrong with their child. The baby had a mystery illness and needed help. When passerbys would bend down to take a closer look - they realized that the 5 month old infant had the head size of a “full size watermelon.” This was not a genetic condition nor was there an explanation. The truth would lead to over 20 arrests and 2 death penalty sentences. And the eerie feeling that - there must be something in the water there.

“I can’t let you in…” The housekeeper was confused - what does the mom mean she can’t let me in? “Could you just toss the keys from your balcony?” The mother threw her keys from the balcony and vanished into the house. The housekeeper walked into the house and it was immediately chaos. The mother was hysterical - the father was banging his head on the wall. The mother threw her arms around the housekeeper. She cried and ushered her to a bedroom, “Come, come, inside and see what happened!” Lying in her bed was the family’s 13 year old daughter, dead. Her throat slit ear to ear. Her body looked posed and so were her stuffed animals, though they were eerily free of any blood or splatter. This case would become known as the JonBenét Ramsey case of India. Rumors of cheating, black mail, revenge, honor killings, truth serum, grooming and orgies consumed the media but the only thing we know for certain is - whoever her killer or killers are – they are free.

In South Korea - there were 2 women sitting inside a prison cell together. One was in for fraud. The other for drugs. But they had a lot in common. They were both young. Pretty. And wanted a lot of money. Around the time their friendship developed - on the other side of the world - at the 92nd Academy Awards (The Oscars), Lee Sun Kyun was standing on stage with the cast of ‘Parasite.’ He was at the height of his career - internationally acclaimed actor and family man. Within 4 years - he would be found dead in his car after a 19 hour interrogation by the police, leaked personal phone calls, $300k lost to blackmailers, and his life completely ruined. And those two girls - would have everything to do with it.

Gustavo stumbled out of the nightclub, barely keeping balance. He felt like he was hallucinating. He noticed people looking at him with very concerned looks – what? Did he have something on his face? He looked back up to a random man rushing towards him with a pail of water. He threw the water onto Gustavo’s arms. Everyone was acting so strange… Then a woman yelled at him, “HEY! You need to call an ambulance!—There’s something wrong with your body!” Gustavo was taken aback but reassured the woman, “NO! Don’t worry. It’s just my shirt—I tore it on the way out of the club; that’s all…” He was sure of it. He could feel his shirt in that moment, shredded and hanging off his body. Every time he took a step forward or turned around to look at another stranger yelling at him, he could feel it swaying, hitting other parts of his torso. The woman looked at him very concerned, “Sir. You’re not… wearing a shirt.” Gustavo walked towards a streetlamp and looked down at his arms. His flesh was

Eunhee was an A list actress and had always had star treatment but this was a whole new level. She had a guarded mansion and millions of dollars at her disposal. Every evening, platters of shrimp, lobster, sushi, delicacies shipped in from all over the world filled an entire banquet table. It was all just for her. Every morning, a new gift was delivered for her downstairs, a fur coat, lacy lingerie, or beautiful gowns. She added them to the closet in ‘her’ bedroom already stuffed to the brim. Every single piece was perfectly tailored to fit her body; her exact measurements all the way down to her undergarments. She had guards watching her every move and tending to her every need. The one condition was that - she couldn’t leave… unless he called. A week into her stay - her assistant burst in through the door excited to get her ready. He had invited her to a party and she needed to look perfect. She got all dolled up and was led down to the front where she was face to face with the m

The SBS news producers sat around a laptop in the conference room. They replayed the video of a girl with a bag over her head and a red string tied around her. She says: “I am The Doctor’s slave. I will light myself on fire in a few days in front of the SBS headquarters if they air the episode on The Doctor’s Room.” The producers call the police who secured the headquarters but they needed to find out who the girl is. They need to find out who she is - so they can stop her. Or else someone will die at SBS. Because The Doctor was playing games with them and he was willing to do whatever it takes to win. This is the case of BAKSA – the DOCTOR - who ran the most prolific, international CP torture rings of recent times ALL of which was available on the clean, World Wide Web—not the dark web—the public internet. In fact, it was on one of the most commonly downloaded apps by netizens… TELEGRAM. Welcome to the doctor’s room.

All the police could do was watch the livestream - the camera was set up in a motel room. They could see in the video the girl was helplessly crying as she was assaulted by a man. One by one - more men showed up to the motel room to assault her. They all stood in line in the order that they came - waiting for their turns. The victim would be found dead soon after. When news broke in the livestream chatrooms that she died - the comments started pouring in. “Wait, did the motel girl really die? That’s so sad… we should go relieve ourselves on her funeral portrait. One last gift from us! “Dang, if she knew she was going to die, she should have given us her body one more time.” The police saw the video but they had no idea who these assaulters were, who orchestrated the attack, or how to even catch them. All they knew was there were more victims. Hundreds of them. All victims of the Nth room. And they needed to save them before another dies.

15-year-old Eddie comes home from his jog – changes out of his soiled clothes – and starts googling on his computer: HOW TO COMBAT ANXIETY. He’s waiting for a text message from the girl he likes - but it’s not her. It’s a former classmate of his – Scarlet. The message reads. “My brother just told me not to go to Linear Park because a woman got stabbed there.” Eddie replies: “Jesus – really?” She responds: “Yeah, they say it’s murder…” He lets the news sink in—someone was murdered at the very park that he had just been to… When the realization of that hit, Eddie would do two things. One, he would hide the 5-inch knife in his room; it was covered in blood. And two, he would never speak again.

Timothy, a film director, had a new script land on his desk. The movie was in its final screenwriting stages and it just needed his final approval. They had been working to turn Alice Sebold, the famed author of “The Lovely Bones,” they were working on turning her memoir into a movie. Her memoir was about her real life assault in college and her fight to send her violent attacker to prison. But the more Timothy read - the more he didn’t feel right about this. There was so much wrong. The details. The evidence. Timothy picked up his phone - he called his private investigator. I need you to look into Alice Sebold for me. The New York Times Bestselling author… something’s not right. I think… I think she’s lying. It was during the production of her movie - that it was discovered, Alice Sebold, had sent the wrong guy to prison for 16 years.

Kenta's Tuesday morning routine was always the same — a 5 a.m. breakfast of rice, miso soup, and salted salmon, followed by his walk to work at Tomogaoka Middle School, where he greeted students at the blue gates every morning. But today was different. Kenta took the same route as always — turned the same corner — and dropped his briefcase onto the ground. His hand flew to his mouth. Maybe he let out a scream, maybe he didn’t – and it was all just in his head. Shaking, Kenta read the letter: "This is the beginning of a game You stupid police Try and stop me if you can Murder is something I cannot help but enjoy There's nothing I want to see MORE than people's deaths Let the foul vegetables be punished with death Let there be bloody judgment for my many years of bitterness." On the blue metal gates of the school — right next to the sign that read TOMOGAOKA MIDDLE SCHOOL — sprouting from one of the jagged metal picks of the fence - The severed head of an 11-year-old. The note

Jolly’s whole family was dead. Well, almost all of them, but she never let that get her down. But this time, her friends noticed - something was very wrong with Jolly. She seemed out of it at the small gathering. Anytime someone tried talking to her - she would glance across the room. It seemed like she was waiting for someone to walk in. “Don’t you want to marry someone like him?” - Jolly said. Her friend looked at her like she sprouted another head - “Excuse me?” “That guy over there - he just seems so peaceful and calm.” Jolly’s friends were confused - was she talking about Shaju? He’s happily married with two kids… and not to mention… he’s her cousin. Her friends didn’t think too much into it until Shaju, Jolly’s new love interest, his wife and child died mysteriously… Was Jolly Joseph killing everyone that she felt was in her way? Or… was there something just in the curry?

Teenage girls start rushing to the apartment building, jumping excitedly and shouting “Hey Lindemberg! Come to the window, I came here just to see you!” “We like bad boys!” - it’s like a concert for a boy group celebrity. But Lindemberg is a ticking time bomb. He’s hiding away from the window in the apartment. The hollers, catcalls, hearing his name - ugh he can’t focus! He needs to focus right now. He stretches his arm out the window and waves his hand around wildly as a pulls the trigger on his gun. Pop! Pop! Pop! He shoots straight into the crowd that had formed below him - the groupies and admirers scatter - but Lindemberg is still fuming. He can shoot into a crowd of admirers but he can’t shoot the girl he came to kill. The one he had taken hostage just hours before. The one he had groomed since she was 12 years old. The love of his life. He’s still deciding if he should spare her or shoot her. Maybe he should give the big crowd below him what they came for - a show.

In the seat facing away from the camera, all they could see was the student’s back and her arms digging through whatever was in her lap. For several minutes, she stayed like this. Then she got up. Turned around. And looked straight into the lens of the CCTV camera in the corner. She locked eyes and stayed like that. They felt a chill as they watched the footage. An icy stare. Frozen in place. Then she lifted up her hands and held a body up to the camera. A cat--a campus stray, lovingly named Princess by the other University students. She grabbed the back of the kitten’s neck. Then, with her other hand, wrapped her grip firmly around the kitten’s throat and squeezed. Shanghai Tech’s very own serial cat killer. This is the case dubbed the ‘animal Nth rooms,’ about the world-wide cat (crush, torture, and kill) gang that was responsible for the viral video—the cat blender. Who is behind it all? And why?

Ruth just wanted to tell her boyfriend the truth. It’s not like their relationship sucked - he was just fine? He was kind of smart? But he lacked ambition. He was just a taxi driver… and… well she did have another big secret she was hiding from him. It was finally time to come clean. Bryan wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much. It was bad enough to hear the love of his life had betrayed him… but to have it happen so publicly? Bryan looks up and sees rows and rows of people staring at him. He could feel their pity radiating in the air. He glances around - the cameras are all trained on him. Recording his every move and every facial expression. Soon, millions of people will see the most embarrassing moment of Bryan’s life. Bryan, along with Ruth’s parents, found themselves on the reality TV show “Moment of Truth” set. They were sitting there listening to their beloved Ruth share all her deepest, darkest, secrets. The ones she had been hiding from them.

There was an emergency at Terri’s daycare. This had never happened before. Ever. She picked up the phone - “Hi, uh - there’s been a family emergency. Please come pick your children up right away. Please hurry.” The parents rush to pick up their children and they let out a sigh of relief when they see all the toddlers are in one piece. But something is wrong with Terri. She’s rushing them into their car seats and you can just tell her mind is elsewhere. Once all the children are gone - Terri rushes to her phone and dials 911 - “Hi, it’s an emergency. I found something in my son’s closet wrapped in a plastic bag. He has a shotgun in his room… he just pulled up. Can you please just come?” Terri kept an eye on her son that just arrived at home. Any louder, and Brian might hear her. Any louder and he might realize that his mother Terri knew what he did. Any louder and he might investigate and find what’s in the kitchen sink. Underneath a blue towel - lay a decapitated head and pair

The summer sleep away camp for youths is held on the Island of UTOYA every single summer. About 500 teenagers will gather on the wooded island. They sleep in tents, have bonfires, and tell creepy stories while roasting marshmallows. But when the kids start playing games - that’s usually when the fun starts. Card games, tag, hide and seek - A group of 11 teenagers were lying down in the grass right off the “Lover’s Path.” “Here lay down right here and don’t move. Shhhh. Act like you’re dead.” If a single one of them sneezes, coughs, or so much as moves - their covers are blown. They hear the footsteps getting nearer on the path… closer… One of the 11 looks up. There is a young guy, blonde hair, striking blue eyes - just standing over them. She makes eye contact with him… he lifts his hand up and a black rifle appears. He opens fire. Out of the 11. 10 will die. 1 will survive. Another 59 on the island will be killed within the hour. There is a mad gunman on the loose on an isla

The first thing they feel is how stiff the table is underneath them… it feels so cold. Then, they open their eyes, and see a masked man staring straight at them holding a scalpel. The first instinct is to scream. To run. But that would be silly. They paid thousands of dollars for this surgery. Suddenly, their eyes start feeling heavy again. The room looks blurry and they start to feel like something heavy is sitting on their chest. The only comfort is knowing that they booked the best plastic surgeon in all of South Korea. It was a little strange that they had an opening for a surgery the same week… because wouldn’t his schedule be fully booked? If he’s that popular? And they could have sworn that he had 5 other surgeries scheduled for this very time slot… how could the doctor be in 5 operating rooms at once? But that’s why they’re called “ghost doctors.” You book a surgery with a top doctor, pay top dollar, only to have him walk out the room the second you are sedated.

A family TikToker that posts wholesome videos with his 8 kids goes viral in China. HIs account starts blowing up with followers and a journalist decides it’s an easy story. Wholesome Tiktoker, wholesome interview, an easy article. But when he gets to the man’s house - he notices something very odd. A woman. Hidden inside his shed. Chained. He quickly records the woman before the TikToker notices. He exposes the wholesome TikToker but the question on everyone’s mind remains - who is the chained woman??? Netizens start digging but as they’re getting close - the video of the chained woman is wiped from the internet. Like she never existed. How do they save her now?

He melted onto the street. He was 6 years old when he was walking down the street in South Korea. Someone walks up to him and pours sulfuric acid down his throat and all over his face. His clothes were burnt black. The floor had bits of melted flesh. Third degree burns over most of his body - the boy had a 5% chance of survival. He was rushed to the hospital where he told the officers that the man - “Mr. Kim” who owned the fried chicken shop was running up behind him with the bag of acid. He was the one that did it! “Nonsense, acid is liquid. You can’t put it in a plastic bag - it will burn through the plastic.” That was the police’s response. Had they investigated properly - they would have realized… the fried chicken shop owner was indeed, a little strange.

That was it. He was going to kill her. Sato, a bachelor, a young man who still lived with his mother terrorized her within the walls of her own home. Sure, she could still go out, enjoy her life, but Sato had control over the household in a way that made her feel suffocated. Trapped. Sato’s mother called the police on him the first time she felt that her life was truly in danger. She was sure he would kill her. At least that was the version she told the police. But when they came to her house and found a kidnapped girl in her son, Sato’s bedroom— They discovered the girl had been missing for nearly a decade. She was nine years old when she had disappeared. Still, the mother kept to her story. That she too, was held emotionally captive and it seems the police believed her. But the girl, now a young woman, remembers things a little bit differently

He once controlled the entire economy of the country—to put it simply. The man in the restaurant security footage is an ex minister of Kazakstan, the third most powerful person in the entire country. His name is Kuandyk Bishimbaev and his wife, Sultanat Nukenova, were supposed to be on a dinner date; instead the security cameras capture something else. Around 7 in the morning, the ex minister grabs his wife by a fistful of her hair and throws her onto the ground in the hallway. Her jacket naturally flips open – and she’s naked, barely covered on the cold dirty floor of the restaurant. He’s standing over his wife’s limp body on the ground. The ex minister lifts his right leg up and starts kicking his wife as hard as he can. He’s holding onto a table to maintain his own balance. That’s how much force is being used. Then he drags her by the hair into a bathroom – where there are no CCTV cameras. Any footage of her after that has been erased. But the ex-minister is seen many times aft