Sara Wilson
Bio
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Shiver
Frisson. It's the French word for "shiver". In this case though, it's not because you're cold. It's because you are stimulated by music. Did you know that only 55-86% of people actually experience this? That was news to me. I am happy to include myself in this percentage because music really moves me, and it always has.
By Sara Wilson3 years ago in Beat
Drafted and Deadly
On Tuesday, December 26, 1950, in Salem, Oregon, Randall Brent Woodfield was born. Randall, or Randy as he preferred grew up the youngest of three siblings in what most people considered an ideal situation. He was from a middle class family that seemed well put together and unproblematic. His father worked as an executive at Pacific Northwest Bell and his mother was a home maker. He was popular in school. Their family was well known and respected in the community of Otter Rock, Oregon.
By Sara Wilson3 years ago in Criminal
The Worst of Washington
According to recorded data, there have been around 75 known serial killers in Washington since 1900. The Evergreen State also has thousands and thousands of unsolved mysteries and true crime incidents. Today, we are going to go over one of Washington's most depraved lunatics ever.
By Sara Wilson3 years ago in Criminal
Murder in Mt. Pleasant
On February 20, 2015, in Mount Pleasant Texas, Ginger Kesterson called 911 to report that someone had broken into her nieces home. Ginger claimed that her niece, Samantha Wohlford was tied up and gagged and that the knots were so tight, she couldn't even get them loose. Samantha claimed she had wriggled over to where her phone was and used her nose to call her mom and beg for help. Her mom then called her aunt to go over immediately to assist Samantha.
By Sara Wilson4 years ago in Criminal
The Cold Blooded Killer with no Remorse
"You're very upfront." "Pretty much." "...about talking about this killing." "Right." "You... you murdered this man?" "Yes." "You tortured him?" "Of course." "There is no ambiguity and there is nothing you wanna- in court today you said you're not here to pretend to be remorseful?" "Of course not, why would I do that?" "Are you remorseful?" "Not at all." "Why?" "Why would I be?"
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
Imagine That
Everyone's eyes were impatiently watching the last few seconds tick down on the clock. In just a few more moments, the final bell would ring and summer break would officially begin. Sam was more excited than she had been in a long time. As soon as the bell rang, she and her friends would be off to their secret spot on Brighton Lake. This would be their last summer together before starting middle school. Their last adventure before everything was sure to change. Most friendships never lasted once they left elementary school. Middle school would be the start of separate classes and cliques. Sam wasn't ready for that.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Horror
The woman who only got 12 years for multiple counts of rape and murder.
Karla Leanna Homolka, also known as Leanne Teale, or Leanne Bordelais, was born on May 4, 1970 in Port Credit, Canada. She was the oldest of three daughters. Karla seemed to be a normal kid. She was pretty, popular, everyone loved her. She was said to love animals and worked in a vet's office. However, she really wasn't as normal as she wanted the world to think. As an adult, Karla would confess to throwing her friend's pet hamster out of a two story window and laughing about it as her friend cried. When she was 17, she went to a pet convention and met the man who would be her husband, Paul Bernardo. Paul was 23 years old and a college student.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
My Lucy
"Oh, please, come here sweet kitty!" I called to the tiny Calico stray in the big bush next to our desert apartment in Barstow, California. She was absolutely beautiful and so feisty! I reached into the plastic baggie of cut up steak I'd snuck off of my dinner plate and tried to lure her out. My face was getting scratched with the branches from the bush. My arms were bleeding, I didn't care. I would save this little baby.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Petlife
