Smith Sisters murdered anonymously
A boy named John Smith who was very fond of scary emails and popups.
Every day, he would find new ones and post them to everyone he knew. He even started making some himself and sending them to strangers. He loved to scare people on the Net.
John lived in Plainfield, Wisconsin. One day in November 2007, he opened up his Inbox and found a message that appeared to be from two young girls. They called themselves the “Smith Sisters” and told him they were his older sisters, which confused him because he was an only child. They said that years ago, they had lived in his house.
He replied, saying he didn’t have any sisters and told them to get lost and leave him alone. The next day, he received a chilling message with some photo attachments. The first photo was of two young girls.
Smith Sisters Murdered Anonymously
The caption on it said Smith Sisters murdered anonymously.
The girls said in the email that they were indeed his older sisters. They told him that in 1993 they had lived in his house. His bedroom had once been their bedroom. They told him all about growing up and about their lives and how happy they had been until one horrible night.
He opened up the other attachment. It was a scan of an old newspaper article.
“In 1993, two sisters were brutally murdered in the small-town community of Plainfield, Wisconsin. Lisa Smith, 19 and her sister, Sarah Smith, 15 were attacked in their parent’s home on the night of November 17th, around 1:30AM. The Smith Sisters were lying in bed when a crazed killer broke into the house. No-one heard them scream. In the morning, their parents found the dead bodies of the Smith Sisters hidden in the bedroom closet. They had been skinned alive. The killer was long gone and no trace of him could be found. They had been murdered anonymously. Police conducted an extensive investigation, but to no avail. The motives for the attack were never discovered, nor was the attacker ever found. The only lead athorities had was a series of strange emails found in Lisa’s computer. The case was closed in October of 2000.”
In the rest of the email, the sisters said that they were angry that the case was closed and people forgot about them.
They were angry that their parents wanted to forget about them too.
They were angry that their parents decided to start over and had a new baby. A little boy named John.
They were angry that their parents had never mentioned their daughters or their tragic murder to their new son John.
John Smith, sent an angry reply saying he didn’t believe what they were saying. He didn’t believe the Smith Sisters were really related to him and he didn’t believe the newspaper article was real. He told them to go to hell.
Five minutes later, he got another email from them. It said “If you don’t believe us, look in the bedroom closet.”
That was the last email that was found on John’s computer. Police were unable to trace who had sent the messages to him.
On the floor of the closet, the police found a faint message, carved in the wood. It simply read “Lisa and Sarah – 1993″. Underneath that, was another carving that read “John 2007″.
No-one knows what John did next, but in the morning, John’s parents woke up to find their son missing. Then they checked his bedroom closet and got the shock of their lives. There they found the dead body of their son. He had been skinned alive.
No-one knows what really happened that night. Police were only able to piece together parts of the story based on what they found on John’s computer.
Smith Sisters Murder
The parents were devastated. How could this happen to a family. First their daughters were murdered. And now years later their son is murdered.
Roomates
Two female college roommates were staying in their dorm room during the University’s Christmas vacation. All of the other girls on campus had gone home so they were completely alone.
The roommates were trying to do some study, but they ended up just spending hours browsing the Internet on their laptop.
Late that night, one of the girls felt hungry so she told her roommate she was going downstairs to get some food. She assured her friend she would be back in a few minutes. Then she took the keys to open the kitchen door and walked off down the hallway.
The other girl sat in her room, using her laptop and waiting for her roommate to return. After a while, she began to feel sleepy so she undressed and got into bed.
As she was about to fall asleep she heard a gurgling moan coming from down the hallway. She froze, lying in bed, her heart pounding. The sound stopped, but it was replaced by a dragging noise.
The girl was terrified. She couldn’t lock the door because her roommate had taken the keys with her. All she could do was lie there, shivering, as the sound drew nearer and nearer.
She listened, shaking with fear, as the dragging sound came closer and closer, stopping right outside her door. Then, something began scratching at the door. Frightened beyond belief, the girl jumped out of bed and hid in the closet.
The trembling girl was afraid to move a muscle. The scratching noise seemed to go on and on. Eventually she managed to fall asleep, curled up in the closet.
The next morning, the girl cautiously stepped out of the closet. The scratching sounds had stopped but she was still too frightened to open the door. Looking out her window, she saw a mailman passing by and shouted to him for help.
She heard the mailman’s footsteps entering through the college dorm and coming up the stairs, into the hallway. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
“Is everything OK?” cried the girl.
For a few seconds, there was just silence.
“Yes, everything’s OK”, shouted the mailman. “Just stay in your room. I’ll get the police.”
“What’s wrong?” asked the girl.
“Nothing!” came the mailman’s reply. “Just stay where you are. Don’t come out.”
But the girl was already turning the handle and opening the door. As the door swung open, the girl saw the mailman standing there, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. Then she looked down and screamed in horror at what she saw.
Her roommate’s dead body was sprawled on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. There was a hatchet buried in her head and her fingernails were worn down to bloody stumps from scratching on the door for help.
Bay Window
One cold winter night, a sixteen year old girl named Brittany Snow, was home alone, watching TV. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend’s house. It had been snowing heavily all afternoon, but Brittany felt nice and snug as she sat on the sofa in the lounge, tucked up under a warm, fuzzy blanket.
By midnight, Brittany’s parents were still not home, and she began to feel uneasy. She didn’t want to call them, in case they thought that she couldn’t take care of herself.
The television was in the corner of the room, right next to the big bay window. She was watching one of her favorite movies, a horror film named Prom Night, when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something moving in the bay window.
Through the darkness and the falling snow, she could make out the figure of a man, walking towards the window. As he got closer, she was able to make out his face and it filled her with horror.
The man’s face was hideously scarred, his eyes were wild and crazy and he seemed to be grinning maliciously at her. Frightened, Brittany pulled the fuzzy blanket over her head and tried to hide. She hardly dared to move.
Slowly, she pulled the blanket aside just enough to peer out with one eye. The man was still there. He was just standing there, staring directly at her as the snow fell behind him. Then, he reached into his coat and pulled something out. It was a long knife.
Terrified, Brittany pulled the blanket back over her head and hoped that the madman would think it was just a pile of blankets sitting on the sofa. She managed to move her hand slowly over to her pocket and took out her mobile phone. Pressing the buttons in a panic, she dialled 911 and held her breath as she waited for an answer.
When the operator asked “What is your emergency?”, Brittany put the phone close to her face and whispered “There’s a man outside my window. He’s got a knife. Please come quickly.”
She sat motionless under the blanket as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, she heard sirens outside and the police started banging on her front door.
Brittany pulled off the blanket and rushed to the front door, letting the two police officers inside. They said they had seen no trace of anyone outside her house.
“He was right there”, said Brittany, pointing out the bay window to her snow-covered front lawn.
“That’s not possible”, said the female officer. “There couldn’t have been anyone standing out there. The snow is completely undisturbed. If there was someone out there, they would have left footprints.”
“But he was standing right there, staring straight at me”, said Brittany. “I saw him with my own two eyes.”
“You know, your eyes can play tricks on you”, said the male officer. “Maybe you’ve been watching too many scary movies”.
The officers turned to leave when. all of a sudden, the female officer stopped dead in her tracks. She pulled back the sofa that Brittany had been sitting on. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. Brittany and the male police officer gasped.
On the carpet behind the sofa, there was a trail of wet footprints and a discarded knife.
“You weren’t looking at the man outside the window”, said the female officer. “You were looking at his reflection. He was standing right behind you all along.”
