Her parents Tortured her for Fun - 3 True Horror Stories Animated

I didn't think much when Shane invited me over that night it was supposed to be a regular sleepover a chance to escape homework and siblings her family was welcoming as always her mom cooked dinner her dad joked about school and her sisters teased us about boys the house felt warm and alive but Shane seemed off she kept glancing at her phone during dinner her fingers trembling lightly Sean's coming she finally whispered after we went upstairs her words hung in the air heavy and unspoken I'd met her brother once or twice and something about him always

felt wrong his presence was suffocating like he brought his stormcloud with him why I asked he wants money dad's going to say no she didn't have to say the rest I didn't push her but I remembered the rumors about him people in town said Shawn wasn't right he had a temper a way of looking at you like he was planning something you wouldn't like it was after midnight when his car pulled into the driveway Shane's body tensed why is he here so late I asked he wants money he always does It's never enough we heard

the front door slam then Shawn's voice loud angry and unsettling I told you I need it he yelled Michael's voice replied calm but firm not this time Shawn you think you can cut me off Shawn roared I'm part of this family Shane stood up her hand shaking I need to see what's happening don't I whispered grabbing her arm but she pulled away from the hallway I peaked out and saw her at the top of the stairs her parents stood below blocking Shawn's path the rifle appeared abruptly too quickly to process the first shot echoed through

the house and Michael crumpled blood pooling around him Mike Sandra screamed rushing to him please Sean don't she begged her voice breaking the second shot hit her in the chest throwing her back against the stairs she tumbled her body Landing awkwardly at the bottom mom Shane screamed Sean's head snapped up his face Twisted with rage run I hissed backing into a room and Diving under the bed heavy boots stomped up the stairs where are you Shane Shawn called out his voice sing song I pressed myself against the wall and my breath caught in my throat

through the Gap under the bed I could see his boots blood dripping from the SES pacing the hallway you think you're better than me he growled I'm the one who should be in charge me a scream erupted from downstairs Sheena stay away she shrieked her voice was cut short by another gunshot the footsteps returned the door to Shane's room creeped open his boots stepped inside leaving Crimson stains on the carpet where's my little sis Shing he called out I peaked through the crack and saw her she was in the corner crouched in the closet the

glow of her phone lighting her face help us she sobbed into the phone please the closet door flew open what the hell do you think you're doing Shawn barked grabbing the phone and slamming it right beside her face calling the cops eh he sneered Sean stop please you don't have to do this Shane begged tears streaming down her face is that so his voice dropped to a chilling whisper you don't tell me what to do he grabbed her by the hair dragging her out of the closet Shane clawed at his hand Kicking and Screaming please

Sean I'm your sister we your family he froze tilting his head then he laughed a low guttural sound that sent chills through me family he spat raising his bloody boot then Taste the Blood of the family he stomped his boot into her face forcing her head back Shane gagged choking as blood spilled from her mouth shut up he roared his voice echoing off the walls he pressed harder slamming her head into the floor her cries muffled by the weight of his boot I clenched my fists tears streaming down my face trying to muffle my own

sobs finally he stepped back and raised the rifle aiming at her head no please she screamed the shot rang out and blood splattered across the wall Shane's body slumped lifelessly to the floor her head at an unnatural Angle Shawn crouched over her tilting his head as if admiring his artwork you stayed quiet I stayed frozen unable to move the bloodied floor etched into my mind when the paramedics pulled me out from under the bed hours later I couldn't speak I couldn't even cry I told no one who I was the evidence was enough to convict

him but every night I see her face hear her voice and feel the weight of my Terror and I'll never stop hearing Shawn's laughter cold and endless the Shawn bentler murder case occurred in 2006 in bonapart Iowa when 22-year-old Shawn Bentley killed his parents Michael and Sandra and his three younger sisters aged 17 14 and 12 bentler shot his family with a rifle in an attempt to inherit the family's wealth and take control of their successful grain business the crime was uncovered when one of the sisters called 911 during the attack identifying Shawn as the

killer he was arrested shortly after and convicted of five counts of first-degree murder bentler was sentence to life in prison without parole leaving a community devastated I woke up to the rotten smell that smell it clung to everything my skin my clothes even my hair it was like the house was alive breathing misery into every corner my stomach growled but I knew better than to ask for food asking meant punishment I sat up in bed or what you'd call a bed it was more like a filthy mattress with springs poking through around me my brothers

and sisters were motionless some still chained to their bed frames mom stormed into the room cigarette in hand get up she snapped her voice like a slap she walked over and grabbed me by the arm her nails dug into my skin as she dragged me to the bathroom look at you she spat shoving me toward the mirror my reflection stared back Hollow cheeks sunk eyes bruises painting my body like some sick artwork you think you're better than me she grinned a cruel Twist of her lips let's fix that the cigarette burned as she pressed it

into my shoulder I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood crying out only made her angrier you're nothing Jordan she whispered before walking out leaving me trembling in the cold bathroom I stepped into the shower letting the icy water hit my skin the cigarette burn stung but the water helped numb it I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath one day I'll get out of here one day then I heard it a low chuckle my eyes shot open and I turned to see him dad leaning in the doorway his eyes dark lips

twisted in a grin that made my stomach churn you're growing up he said voice dripping with something that made my skin crawl get out I screamed my voice echoing off the bathroom walls it didn't move that grin just grew wider I grabbed the door and slammed it shut hearing the sickening crunch of his nose breaking on the other side his screams followed then a string of curses my heart raced I'd done it now footsteps thundered down the hall mom the door burst open splinters flying everywhere they draged dragged me out by my hair their hands

rough and unrelenting my screams didn't matter nothing did you think you're smart mom snarled slapping me so hard my ears rang dad laughed holding a cloth to his bleeding nose together they beat me until I couldn't move then they threw me into the attic slamming the door shut behind them the attic was worse than usual that night the stench of urine made it impossible to breathe deep the darkness wasn't empty it was alive filled with my siblings' muffled cries and the sound of my own labored breathing hours passed I didn't sleep I can't live like

this anymore I thought staring at the bobby pin I'd hidden in my sleeve days ago the lock on the attic door wasn't impossible to pick I'd watched dad enough times to know I crawled down the stairs every Creek of the old wood echoing in the Silent House the living room was a maze of Filth old plates with maggots piles of unwashed clothes and the faint hum of Dad's seap machine in the Next Room I reached my 13-year-old sister's room her eyes widened as I shook her awake we're leaving I whispered she nodded her face pale

but determined together we crept to the front door avoiding the spots on the floor we knew would squeak when we reached the porch she froze I I I can't she whispered tears streaming down her face if they catch me her voice cracked you go you have to go no I begged grabbing her arm but she pulled away stepping back into the darkness of the house I turned and ran the street was silent the world outside feeling like a dream my bare feet slapped against the pavement as I raced down the street adrenaline numbing the sharp

Stones cutting into my skin in every shadow felt like a monster every gust of wind a whisper telling me to turn back when I saw the flashing red and blue lights of the police car I collapsed to my knees sobbing a cop stepped out his face a mix of confusion and concern please help us the next hour was chaos half an hour later Sirens blared outside the house I stood at the edge of the Street Watching as the cops stormed in the screams of my parents pierce the air what are you doing you can't do

this as I watched my parents being dragged away in handcuffs a strange calm settled over [Music] me the Turpin House of Horrors case came to light in 2018 when 17-year-old Jordan Turpin escaped her Paris California home and called 911 exposing years of abuse by her parents David and Louise turban authorities discovered 13 siblings aged 2 to 29 malnourished and living in squaller some Shackled to their beds the children endured severe neglect starvation and isolation deprived of education and Medical Care the parents were arrested and later sentenced to life and prison for torture false imprisonment and

child abuse the case shocked the world highlighting failures in oversight and the resilience of the children who survived the summer of 2002 was a time of freedom and light-heartedness for me school was out and at 15 I was enjoying the lazy rhythm of South Carolina life on that particular June afternoon I was at my best friend's house helping her with some chores the air was warm carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and laughter came easily between us as we filled watering cans and chatted about the plans we'd made for the weekend life felt normal

safe then the car pulled up it wasn't anything unusual at first an old sedan rolling to a stop nearby I didn't pay much attention until the driver got out and started walking toward me he was nondescript just an average guy maybe in his 30s or 40s with short hair and a calm demeanor in his hands he held some brochures the kind you'd hand out to neighbors or leave in mailboxes hey he said smiling mind if I give you one of these they're just for a local thing I'm working on I was polite nodding and taking

the brochure without really looking at it he made Small Talk nothing strange just asking if we lived here and if we liked the area his tone was casual friendly even and then without warning he pulled out a gun get in he ordered pointing to a large storage bin in the back seat of his car his voice dropped ice cold my heart raced but my legs moved I climbed into the bin and he slammed the lid shot he took me to an apartment complex it looked so ordinary just rows of brick buildings but dread gripped my

chest no one saw us as he shoved me inside the apartment smelled like bleach and stale air he led me to the bedroom but the blinds were drawn so tight no light could sleep in his eyes had ch changed now colder calculating he locked the door and the nightmare began let's make this memorable he said pulling out a small sharp knife from his pocket I froze unable to breathe as he approached he forced me to kneel on the floor his hand gripping my arm so tightly it felt like my bones might snap I want you

to remember me forever he muttered the blade pressed against my skin and he began to carve at first it was shallow just enough to sting but as he dragged the knife deeper the Searing pain became unbearable tears streamed down my face as he worked carving the letters of his name into my forearm like it was nothing more than a piece of paper blood dripped onto the floor pulling between us see he said stepping back to admire his handiwork now you're mine forever the pain blurred my vision but I refused to cry out I wouldn't give

give him that satisfaction hours passed he slapped me when I didn't respond fast enough and shoved me against the wall when I tried to resist at one point he dragged me into the bathroom my wrists were bound with duct tape and he turned the shower on ice cold shoving me under the spray the water hit like needles stealing my breath and leaving me shaking violently cleans you up he muttered got to keep things neat back in the bedroom he tied me to the bed cuffing my hands to the frame and securing my ankle to the

post my arm throbbed where he'd carved his name the cut still raw and bleeding take this he said forcing a pill into my mouth you'll sleep when he finally fell asleep beside me snoring softly I forced myself to move my head swam from the drugs but I couldn't give in to the fog slowly I pulled my hands toward my mouth twisting my wrists just enough to bring the cuff clasp to to my teeth the metal was cold the screw impossibly small but I worked at it bit by bit minutes stretched into an eternity then the

clasp gave way my hands were still cuffed but I could move them freely carefully I untied the rope from my ankle my movements were slow and deliberate every tiny sound Amplified in the silent room when I finally stood my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might wake him I turned toward the door but stopped when I saw the closet its accordion style doors were open just enough to catch my attention I shouldn't have looked inside piles of dresses were heaped together they weren't ordinary clothes blood stains Streed the fabric dark and dried some

barely visible and others glaring under the dim light my breath caught in my throat and panic clawed at me these dresses didn't belong to me they belonged to others other girls I didn't wait a second more and ran straight to the main road once outside the cool night air hit me and I broke into a run a car approached and I flung myself in front of it waving my arms wildly the driver slammed on the brakes help me I gasped I have been kidnapped take me to the cops on June 24th 2002 Richard ianet abducted

15-year-old Cara Robinson from a friend's yard in Greenville South Carolina he got out of his car and approached her pretending to offer her some pamphlets after she said her friend's parents were not home evenett held a gun to her neck and then forced her into a plastic bin he took her to his apartment where he tortured her for 18 hours Brave Cara Robinson managed to free herself and then Escape while evenett was asleep she went outside and found two men in a car and they took her to the Sheriff's Office later that day ianet was

surrounded by police where he passed away after realizing he has been caught