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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Learn From My Experience
I live alone in a rural area where the closest neighbor is eight minutes away. My well maintained house makes it clear there is money here; not too much, but just the right amount. Predictably, periodically, thieves scout the house, make sure there is no one else around besides me, a lonely old man, and strike at night.
They never expect me to be ready for them.
This is the perfect gig, kiddo.
Those who actively hunt are always discovered, even if they only take people who “won’t be missed by anyone” — hobos, hookers, etcetera. It’s a bad idea. You may catch several, and perhaps never make a mistake, but sooner or later, you will take somebody who is missed by someone, be it a relative or even a dutiful cop. And if that doesn’t happen, your hunting pattern will unavoidably arise, and the police will be on to you without you realizing it.
It’s better to be like a spider and wait for the victim to come to you; mine even do part of my own work, by avoiding being seen by anyone. After they disappear, no one ever asks about them, because no one around here misses them. My hunting pattern is clear, yet hidden in plain sight. I’ve been thirty-nine years at this, and no cop, or anyone else, has ever questioned me about anything at all, ever.
It’s not easy being a cannibal these days, but it can be successfully done. Learn from my experience.
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Credits to: mfarah
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