What they found was the pictures of a girl with a scarf in her mouth... What they've done was horrible... A hatchet... A child... Her last name: Downey... Boys and girls... They perceive their lives as more valuable... Than those of the kids they killed... It was a scene of horror... An audio tape was recovered... In which the cries of a child can be heard... She's crying... She's begging to see her mama... She's begging to be let go... That does not change the fact... That she was tied, violated, stripped... And then... A hatchet... They took... What they did is best left unsaid... Nothing... The Moors murders were carried out by Ian Brady and Myra Hindley between July 1963 and October 1965, in and around Manchester, England. The victims were five children—Pauline Reade, John Kilbride, Keith Bennett, Lesley Ann Downey and Edward Evans—aged between 10 and 17, at least four of whom were sexually assaulted. The murderous pair were charged only in the deaths of Kilbride, Downey and Evans, and received life sentences. The investigation was reopened in 1985 after Brady was reported as having confessed to the murders of Reade and Bennett. After confessing to these additional murders, Brady and Hindley were taken separately to Saddleworth Moor to assist in the search for the graves.Characterised by the press as "the most evil woman in Britain", Hindley made several appeals against her life sentence, claiming she was a reformed woman and no longer a danger to society, but was never released. She died in 2002, aged 60, after serving 36 years in prison. Brady was diagnosed as a psychopath in 1985 and confined in the high-security Ashworth Hospital. He made it clear that he never wished to be released, and repeatedly asked to be allowed to die. He died in 2017, at Ashworth, aged 79.

One by one... One at a time... Slowly... Oh, martyrs for power... The glorified exchange... Corpses for the ability... The ability to heal... Drink their lives... Energy... Murder... Cut short and killed... 70 was the goal... They stopped him at 42... Healing... Incompleteness... Silence...

Pigs! Just like pigs! Your farms stinks of meat and fat and ground up bones! Can't stop, can't help yourself but do it again and again! Meat stuck to the hooks hanging from the ceiling of the facility! How many faces have you been responsable for deforming into... Fear and anxiety! According to you, more than 40 were killed and sliced! Turning lives into hamburgers and and meat pies! How many have eaten it without having known! Not much less than the biggest Jane Doe factory in the world! For some reason you care less about the lives of the women that step in your barn than the pigs you were supposed to make a living out of! You useless dumb cunt! Get off your ass, you lazy fuck! Prick! Who do you think you are?! Making woman into ground meat! Tanking your frustrations of mental retardation on them all!

She sleeps her soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms… Out of the stillness of her palace wall, Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms… She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms, Not marvelling why her roses never fall, Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms… The shades keep down which well might roam her hall... Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms… And she is not afraid of their footfall… They move not from her tapestries, their pall, Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs, Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all… Ignorantes, no saben más que reír, no saben lo que es llorar; me avergüenzo de su existir. Tengo sed. No aguanto más estas ansias en mi ser. A todos por igual condenaré. Libraré al fin el mundo De ustedes que no me comprenden. Vivirán lo que yo vivo cada día, Sabrán lo que mi corazón y cerebro sienten. Bendito instrumento, Tan punzante y filudo. Todos se rendirán, Ningún cuerpo es escudo. Entrarás lenta y suavemente en ellos, Como una enseñanza. Disfrutarán con nosotros, A través de esta sublime matanza...

I remember that night. I was having a bad day. Living day to day can be stressful, ya know. So when the only source of income I had at the time, a little ice cream truck, got stolen, I had nowhere to go. I decided to hitchhike to go across the state to a friend's house. The car I stopped was a red Ford Pinto, I believe. "Man, is this the only choice I have? Will I get to my friend's house in just one ride?" I took a loot at the guy driving the car. My stomach turns. I have a bad feeling about this man. I can't help but feel like something's off about this man. I stood there frozen, thinking about what I should do. Stupidly, I decided to hop on... As we were heading down that long, dark, lonesome road; my mind unwillingly took me to a horrible place. It was hard to keep calm while my mind couldn't help itself but show me scenarios of hitchhikers getting murdered in various ways.TV, word-to-mouth, newspapers, etc. often inform us about this kind of incidents. My mind was racing. In fact, it was doing it so fast that it took me a while to notice the man next to me staring at me from time to time. He also was mumbling to himself. I couldn't take it anymore. As calmly as I could, I asked him to pull over. I just wanted off his car, right then and there. He did. At first I felt a slight relief, but all of a sudden I felt something around my neck. I panicked. I'm not sure how but I managed to slip my fingers under the electrical chord before he could fully tighten it around my throat. I jumped out of the car. I ran into the dark forest ahead of me, not knowing if the other day was the last time I'd see my parents. Not knowing if he was catching up, I heard him chasing after me. I could hear his footsteps. I jumped and ducked behind a row of bushes while trying to catch my breath. I tried to quiet my breaths down. For fuck's sake! I really tried! I heard him running past the spot I was at. I decided not to move, thinking he'd find me. I knew id he did, I was done for. I heard footsteps coming back from where he ran off to. I was quiet as I could be. Thankfully, he walked past me. I didn't move until I heard his car being turned on and driven away. When it did I just collapsed on the floor, tears running down my face...