He Buried Her Alive - 3 True Horror Stories Animated

this happened when I was 13 years old the internet wasn't just a distraction it was my world school was a nightmare and home wasn't much better but online I was someone and that's where I met Christine she said she was a 14-year-old red-haired girl living the same life like every teenager we chatted for months then one night she asked to meet I didn't even think twice that night I slipped out into the cold my breath clouding the air as I waited alone in the empty streets just when I was thinking mom's going to be so

mad I saw a car coming my way isn't Christine too young to drive damn she must be a baddy I thought but once the car pulled over near me I saw a grown-up man behind the stirring wheel he had a smile on his face he said Christine is his niece and he came to take me to her I was only 13 of course I didn't doubt his words and I went with him him he took me to a house close by the woods um where is Christine I asked entering the Silent House suddenly he gripped

my arm and started dragging me downstairs what's happening what are you doing I screamed he didn't answer and dragged me down the basement the basement was like stepping into a nightmare chains hanging from the ceiling the walls smeared with stains that looked like blood he shoved me onto the floor then locked a heavy chain around my ankle you're mine now he said crouching in front of me his grin stretched too wide his teeth yellow and Jagged no running no hiding just [Laughter] us the first night I sat trembling in the cold damp basement by that

time I knew there was never a girl named Christine this man had lied to me and now I'm his prisoner next day I was made to sit on a chair facing a camera the sick psycho held a knife to my throat and whispered smile they all want to see you smile I didn't he screamed in my ear I said smile he pressed the blade to my lips blood dripped as it pierced my skin tears rolled down my eyes I [Music] cried why are you doing this to me so you won't listen huh he took out

a duct tape and started taping my mouth and no shut my chest tightened as I struggled to breathe my heart raced as Panic set in he lit a cigarette the tip glowing as he leaned in close you want air he asked his tone light almost playful then behave the cigarette came closer the smoke stinging my eyes tears streamed down my face as he held the burning tip near my eyeball my muffled sobbing echoed in the basement he pressed it to my neck first the pain searing unbearable my body trembled but the chain held me in

place I just gave you a tattoo he laughed and sick Joy when he finally ripped the tape off I gasped for air sobbing so hard I thought I'd choke he smiled patting my cheek like I was a child good girl you're learning the second day he tied my hands behind my back forcing me to kneel in front of the camera stay still he whispered he then took out a scissor and chopped some of my hair stop squirming He barked grabbing my shoulder and forcing me still you ruin my masterpiece I bit down on my lips

so hard it bled trying not to scream when he finished he stepped back admiring his work be e a beautiful he said Angling the camera to show every inch of what he'd done they're going to love this the fact that this man is not only torturing me but also filming this and there are people who will enjoy watching a 13-year-old in such a condition made me realize what a sick world we live in after finishing recording me like that he picked up a chainsaw from the floor it's time to take this to the next level

he said turning it on I tried to crawl away but the chain yanked me back he grabbed my leg pinning me in place the chainsaw hovering inches from my skin you won't mind using a crutch right he smiled ear to ear holding the chainsaw up I thrashed screaming begging but he just leaned closer the blade inching toward my thigh the metal teeth grazed my skin and I thought this is it I am going to die [Laughter] then the door burst open shouts flashlights the Roar of the Chainsaw cut off as men in uniforms stormed the

room he didn't fight he just stood there smiling as they cuffed him I don't remember much after that the chains were gone and someone carried me into the light but part of me is still in that basement even now when I close my eyes I hear the hum of the Chainsaw I feel the blade on my skin and I wonder how close I came to never leaving on New Year's Day 2002 13-year-old Alicia kavich got kidnapped by 38-year-old computer programmer Scott Tyrie who befriended her pretending to be a 14-year-old girl online over the course of

4 days Alicia was held captive Shackled abused and tortured in tyree's basement dungeon Tyrie filmed the abuse and also broadcasted it on the dark Mark web a viewer in Florida recognized Alicia from news stories and a missing person's flyer he contacted the FBI anonymously and Via a pay phone because he feared being charged as an accessory to the crime tracking tyr's IP address the FBI arrested him on January 4th 2002 in September 2003 Tyrie was sentenced to 19 years and 7 months in federal prison I'm 27 years old a mother to a beautiful little boy

and I work hard to give him a better life I lived with my fiance marcine in West Yorkshire England things weren't perfect between us far from it marcine had a temper quick to anger over the smallest things his harsh words and cruel remarks cut deep but I stayed for the sake of our child I thought things could get better one Thursday I was doing household chores taking a leave from work marcine was usually quiet sitting in the living room barely looking at me later in that evening he told me his friend Patrick was coming for

dinner Patrick was always unsettling to me with a sneering demeanor that mirrored the actor from shining but I didn't say anything to avoid another fight around 9 three of us sat down to eat marcine and Patrick shared some private jokes laughing loudly while I ate in Silence the ition in the room felt suffocating but I stayed calm thinking about my son and how this was just another moment to endure I excused myself after dinner to clear the dishes hoping to find some quiet then as I turned to leave the room I felt a sharp cold

pressure against the back of my neck before I could react an electric jolt surged through my body my knees buckled the world spun and everything went black sound of digging and dirt hitting a hard surface woke me up opening my eyes all I could see was pitch black darkness my wrists were bound tightly in front of me with tape and my legs felt like they were pinned together I tried to move but the confined space pressed back against me panic started to set in as I realized I was inside something something small and tight maybe

a box I screamed for help my voice trembling with fear Marson Marson what's going on muff old voices answered their tones chillingly casual she's awake Patrick said his voice almost amused good marcine replied let her scream it doesn't matter now my heart raced what did he mean I strained to hear more but the sound of dirt hitting the Box drowned out their words my breath hitched as the reality hit me they were burying me alive please please don't do this I screamed kicking and thrashing against the walls of the Box my pleas grew more desperate

as the dirt piled on muffling the sounds of the outside world and then few minutes later I heard a maren's car drive away oh God they left me to die Inside the Box the air grew hotter and thinner the darkness pressed in on me choking me with fear my mind raced trying to understand how the man I once loved could do this why the dirt to fall sealing me away from the world my body shook with sobs as I clawed at the tape binding my wrists then I felt it the sharp edge of my engagement

ring my breath caught in my throat could I use it it was small but it was something I twisted the ring against the tape grinding it back and forth until my fingers throbbed with pain time seemed to stretch endlessly the weight of the Earth above pressing down on the box and on me find finally the tape snapped my hands were free but the battle was far from over using my hands I pushed at the cardboard walls it was weak but reinforced by the weight of the dirt I clawed at it with everything I had tearing

through it piece by piece my nails broke and my fingers bled but I didn't stop finally the Box gave way and dirt cascaded around me I pushed through inch by agonizing inch until my hand broke the circle surface I gasped for air as I dragged myself out of the shallow grave the cold night air hit my skin sharp and stinging but it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever felt I stumbled toward the road my legs trembling with exhaustion my clothes were tattered my hair matted with dirt and every part of me achd when I

saw the faint glow of headlights in the distance I screamed for help waving my arms frantically the car slowed its driver staring at me with wide terrified eyes at first they hesitated but when I collapsed onto the ground they rushed to help my voice was horse barely a whisper as I told them what happened please help me they tried to kill me the cops eventually arrested my crazy ex and his friend for attempted murder I fought my way out of the grave and I will keep fighting for my son for myself for the life they

tried to take from me in 2011 michelina luenda a young polish woman survived a horrifying ordeal when her fiance marcine caspr and his friend Patrick Boris attacked her with a stun gun they bounded her and buried her alive in a cardboard box at the local Cemetery motivated by a desire to end their relationship and gain custody of their child caspr buried her in a shallow grave covering it with soil and a heavy tree branch using her engagement ring to cut through the box michelina clawed her way to Freedom she alerted authorities and caspr and Boris

was arrested and later sentenced to 20 years in prison for attempted murder no one saw it coming neither did I but one thing led to another and here I am remembering every detail of that night at Buffalo Wild Wings it was just another Saturday and my plan were simple a few drinks a little distraction but things rarely go according to plan when emotions are simmering just below the surface I arrived around 10 p.m. the night was in full swing the constant murmur of conversation mixed with laughter the sound of clinking glasses the smell of hot

sauce in the air at first everything seemed fine I just wanted to get lost in the crowd one more face in Colombia a shadow that would disappear unnoticed but then then he showed up a guy I knew from before someone I didn't exactly get along with seeing him there laughing Carefree I felt the cold metal in my pocket its weight giving me a false sense of control I took a few steps determined when a waiter walked in front of me he looked at me with curiosity and a hint of annoyance can I help you with

something Buddy he asked noticing that I wasn't about to sit down I shook my head trying to remain calm no thanks I replied as if everything was normal my eyes returned to the guy in the corner and our eyes met triggering a series of cold remarks that were hurled like darts the tension between us was palpable and before I knew it my hand moved on its own and reached for a gun in my pocket I aimed and with a single shot the Knight shattered into a thousand pieces run run I heard someone yell as Panic

spread like Wildfire people stumbled over chairs some threw themselves to the ground and the waiter from earlier looked at me pale one of the Wounded man's friends yelled at me from across the restaurant you crazy bastard what the hell is wrong with you I didn't answer I knew that nothing I could say would explain the inexplicable I slipped through the crowd and managed to get out before the officers arrived but I wasn't fast enough the sirens were already wailing in the distance and red blue lights were flashing down the street I stopped on the sidewalk

Breathing heavily and within minutes the officers surrounded me one of them stepped out gun drawn and yelled hands up don't move I put my hands up and looked him straight in the eye officer calm down I'm not going to resist as they cuffed me the officer murmured still incredulous why why ruin your life like this I sighed knowing no one would understand because if only for a moment everyone knew I existed I replied quietly later in the cell I heard the murmurs of officers talking about how Buffalo Wild Wings closed the next day and how

the employees were too afraid to return to work I realized how that moment of chaos had shattered the normaly of so many lives and the weight of my actions Hit me hard I thought about how Colombia was caught in a cycle of violence the news said that the crime rate had dropped 16.8% in the last year which made me laugh ironically a number on a piece of paper doesn't capture the pain behind every story like the guy who died at Walmart in March or the shooting in May maybe the city will move on hoping for

change but I know I can never Escape who I've become the guy who fired a shot in a Buffalo Wild Wings on an ordinary Saturday night this incident occurred on the night of Saturday August 7th 2024 when a man was taken to the hospital following a shooting in South Colombia Colombia Police Department officers found an adult male with a gunshot wound at the Buffalo Wild Wings restaurant on East neong just before midnight a police spokesman confirmed the suspect Alexis Gonzalez was arrested on charges of first degree assault armed criminal action and unlawful use of a

weapon police say there was no further threat to the community