This section contains a hand-selected collection of the scariest stories published on our website. Basically these are scary stories from life told by people in in social networks. This section differs from the “best” section in that it contains scary stories from life, and not just interesting, exciting or educational ones. We wish you a pleasant and exciting read.
Just recently I wrote a story for the site and clarified that this is the only misterious story which happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases emerged in my memory, which happened, if not to me, then to the people next to me, who, of course, can be completely disbelieved. But if you don’t believe everyone who is next to you, then you don’t have to believe...
18.03.2016
This was in the early 50s. My grandmother's brother, an electrician by training, returned from the war and was in great demand - there weren't enough people, the country was being rebuilt from ruins. So, having settled in one village, he actually worked for three - fortunately, there were settlements close to each other, he mostly had to walk... In a hurry, walking from one village to another, he often...
15.03.2016
I heard this story on the train from my neighbor in the compartment. The events are absolutely real. Well, at least that's what she told me. It took five hours to drive. In the compartment with me was a young girl with a little girl of five years old and a woman of about sixty. The girl was so restless, she constantly ran around the train, made noise, and the young mother chased after her and...
08.03.2016
This happened strange story in the summer of 2005. At that time, I finished my first year at the Kyiv Polytechnic University and came home to my parents for the summer holidays to relax and help with renovations in the house. The town in the Chernihiv region where I was born is very small, the population is no more than 3 thousand, there are no high-rise buildings or wide avenues in it - in general, it looks ordinary...
27.02.2016
This story happened before my eyes over several years with a person whom I could then call a friend. Although we rarely saw each other and almost never communicated on the Internet. It’s hard to communicate with a person who is diligently avoided by simple human happiness - troubles at work, depression, constant lack of money, lack of relationships with the opposite sex, life with a disgusted mother and brother, whom even...
19.02.2016
This story is not mine, I don’t even remember exactly whose. Either I read it somewhere, or someone told me... A woman lived alone, in a communal apartment, lonely. She was already many years old, and her life was hard. She buried her husband and daughter and was left alone in that apartment. And only her old neighbors and girlfriends, with whom she sometimes got together over a cup of tea, brightened up her loneliness. Is it true, ...
15.02.2016
I'll tell you my story too. The only mysterious story that happened to me in my life. It really can be attributed to a dream, but for me everything was very real and I remember everything as it is now, unlike anyone else bad dream. A little background. I see a lot of dreams and like any other person who dreams a lot, I can not only often...
05.02.2016
One young couple was looking for an apartment. The main thing is that they said that it should be inexpensive, but also in good condition. They finally found the long-awaited apartment: it was inexpensive, and the owner was a nice little granny. But finally the grandmother said: “Be quiet... the walls are alive, the walls hear everything”... The guys were surprised and with a smile on their faces asked: “Why are you selling the apartment so cheap? This is for you...
05.02.2016
I don't like children. These little whining human larvae. I think many people treat them with a mixture of disgust and indifference, like I do. This feeling is aggravated by the fact that literally under the windows of my house there is an old kindergarten, all year round filled with hundreds of screaming, raging short men. Every single day you have to walk through their pen. Summer this year was very hot for our region and...
02.02.2016
This story happened to me 2 years ago, but when I remember it it becomes very creepy. Now I want to tell it to you. I bought new apartment, since the previous apartment did not suit me very much. I had already arranged everything, but I was confused by one closet that stood in the bedroom and occupied most rooms. I asked former owners remove it, but they said...
17.12.2015
This happened in St. Petersburg, at the Novodevichy cemetery in 2003. At that time, our hobbies included the occult and the so-called black rituals. We had already summoned the spirits and I was sure that I was ready for anything. Unfortunately, the phenomena that happened that night forced me to reconsider my views on life, now I will try to retell everything that I remember. Linda met me on Moskovsky Prospekt. I...
15.12.2015
Our family had a tradition: every summer we go to Vologda region relax with relatives. And the edges there are swampy, the forests are impenetrable - in general, a gloomy area. The relatives lived in a village on the edge of the forest (in fact, it was a holiday village). I was 7 years old at that time. We arrived in the afternoon, it was cloudy and raining. While I was laying out my things, the adults were already lighting up the grill under...
From Yesterday, 13:20
It was evening, there was nothing. Or rather, several years ago, on the night of “war, taiga”. At that time we were in 11th grade. We began to communicate well with one of our classmates, Alina, who was a total blast. A person who is not afraid of anything in life (or just pretends to be). All covered in piercings (either 17 or 18 holes, she pricks herself). And I am an arrogant, reckless schoolgirl. Yes, only I have an innate sense of proportion (or maybe I’m just a coward), but if I sense danger even a little in an adventure, I will never get into it.
Now let's get down to business. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered. Moreover, I understand all these issues quite seriously, study them, and so on. But I’ve been shying away from mirrors since childhood. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid even during the day near the mirror if I’m alone at home. And this incident happened during carols, as I already mentioned.
I stayed with Alina to spend the night. The apartment is large, 3 rooms. And also 3 huge fat lazy cats. Only at that moment did they disappear somewhere in the most mystical way. It all started with beer and Christmas movies. And then at one fine moment it struck my friend’s mind to tell fortunes. The clock shows wolf time - about two in the morning. I started to dissuade her. It's just useless. In general, I had no choice but to start “from afar”, in the hope that my friend would finally abandon this idea.
Most horror stories are delusional and clearly border on insanity. No matter how it is: some of them are more than just real. We will tell you about them.
Core
On March 16, 1995, Briton Terry Cottle shot himself in the bathroom of his apartment. A suicide bomber with the words “help me, I’m dying” died right in the arms of his wife Cheryl.
Healthy and well-developed, Cottle shot himself in the head, but his body remained unharmed. In order not to waste such goodness, doctors decided to donate the deceased’s organs. The widow agreed.
Cottle's 33-year-old heart was transplanted into 57-year-old Sonny Graham. The patient recovered and wrote a letter of gratitude to Cheryl. In 1996 they met and Graham felt an incredible attraction to the widow. In 2001, the sweet couple began living together, and in 2004 they got married.
But in 2008, the poor heart stopped beating forever: Sonny, for unknown reasons, also shot himself.
Earnings
How to make money like a man? Some become businessmen, others go to work in factories, others turn into clerks, slackers or journalists. But Mao Sujiyama outdid everyone: the Japanese artist cut off his manhood and prepared a savory dish from it. Moreover, there were even six crazy people who paid $250 each to eat this nightmare in the presence of 70 witnesses.
Source: worldofwonder.net
Reincarnation
In 1976, hospital orderly Allen Showery from Chicago entered the apartment of colleague Teresita Basa without permission. Probably, the guy wanted to clean out the young lady’s home, but when he saw the mistress of the house, Allen had to stab her and burn her so that the woman would not tell anything.
A year later, Remy Chua (another medical colleague) began to see Teresita's corpse wandering the hospital corridors. It wouldn't be so bad if this ghost was just wandering around. So it moved into poor Remy, began to control her like a puppet, speak in Teresita’s voice and told the cops about everything that had happened.
The police, the relatives of the deceased and Remy's family were shocked by what was happening. But the killer was still split. And they put him behind bars.
Source: cinema.fanpage.it
Three-legged guest
It's best not to visit Enfield, Illinois. A tripod, one and a half meters tall, slippery and hairy monster with short arms lives there. On the evening of April 25, 1973, it attacked little Greg Garrett (though it only took his sneakers), then knocked on Henry McDaniel’s house. The man was shocked by the sight. Therefore, out of fear, he fired three bullets into the unexpected guest. The monster covered 25 meters of McDaniel's yard in three leaps and disappeared.
Sheriff's deputies also encountered the Enfield monster several times. But no one managed to solve it. Some kind of mysticism.
Black Eyes
Brian Bethel is a respected journalist who has long built successful career. Therefore, he does not descend to the level of urban legends. But in the 1990s, the master of the pen started a blog in which he published a strange story.
One evening, Brian was sitting in his car parked in a movie theater parking lot. Several 10-12 year old children approached him. The journalist lowered the window, started looking for a dollar for the kids and even exchanged a few words with them. The children complained that they could not enter the cinema without an invitation, that they were cold and could he invite them into the car. And then Brian saw: in the eyes of his interlocutors there was no white at all, only rabble.
The poor guy instantly closed the window in fear and pressed the gas pedal all the way. His story is far from the only story about strange black-eyed people. Have you already seen such aliens in your area?
Green mysticism
Doris Bither is not the nicest resident of Culver City, California. She drinks constantly and abuses her sons. The woman also knows how to summon spirits. In the late 1970s, several researchers decided to verify the authenticity of her stories for themselves. It all ended with the young lady using spells in her home to actually summon a green silhouette of a man who scared everyone half to death. And one daredevil even lost consciousness.
In 1982, based on Biter’s stories, the horror film “The Entity” was made.
My mother-in-law and I lived together. She was a doctor, a very good one. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. My mother-in-law calls and we talk about our children. I cough during a conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us half an hour later. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, taps me on the back and says: “Don’t argue with me.” Get dressed, let's go for the x-ray.
We took pictures. It's true, I have pneumonia. Just like she said. She made me go to the hospital and personally treated me. And after a short time she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.
We grieved for her very much. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:
How do you think? Is there something after death?
One day after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I was also surprised, it just doesn’t open without effort. There was definitely no draft. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don’t want to. I can’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don’t close the door, I’ll get sick again.
And suddenly I thought:
I wonder if that light actually exists or not?
And mentally she turned to her deceased mother-in-law:
Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are gone, there will be no one to treat you.
And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed like something? Repeated:
Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.
Door opened!
Can you imagine?! We gathered the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for the repose.
We had a case. On their father’s anniversary they decided not to invite anyone, but to modestly remember him. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary drinking party.
We are sitting at the table in the kitchen. The mother put the photograph of the father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook under it, leaning it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka and a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.
It’s already evening, we decided to clean everything up. I say that the stack should be taken to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it stand there until it evaporates. My mother is very rational, she doesn’t really believe in all these customs. She says so frivolously: “Why clean up, I’ll drink it myself now.”
Only she said it Notebook suddenly, for no apparent reason, the edge crawled across the table and knocked over my father’s stack. The photograph fell, and every last drop of vodka spilled out. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).
Have you ever had the hair on your head move? That was the first time I experienced this. Moreover, my whole body was covered in goosebumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother also sat in shock. It’s as if my father said from the other world: “Here you go!” You’ll drink my vodka, of course!”
Yesterday I encountered something strange.
It’s already past midnight, we’re sitting with my dear one, watching “Midshipmen,” and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.
The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one adores them, but I can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate it.
After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.
I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire playground is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing its amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more “back and forth”, a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.
I scared away some local spirit.
I remembered. Once upon a time we lived in the taiga. And then passing hunters came to visit. The guys are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder out loud why I counted another person.
And after this, the hunters said that they stopped in one place on the boat - they were interested in a pile of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had picked up the man and covered him with dead wood; a leg in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking a boot - to report where they were supposed to, order an aircraft to remove the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.
The restless soul probably got stuck together with the boot.
We once rented an apartment with my husband and three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. We lived in peace. And one day, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathtub, gave her children’s toys, and I did something around the house, periodically keeping an eye on her. And then she screams. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down her back. I looked at the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at the doorway and says: “This aunt offended me.” Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It became creepy, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.
Two days later, I’m standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: “Mom, who is this aunt?” I ask: “Which aunt?” “This one,” he answers and looks into the bath. “Here she sits, can’t you see?” I was in a cold sweat, my hair was standing on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter stands and looks into the bath and seems to be meaningfully looking at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle throughout the apartment! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child came to the corner of the room and offered some candy to some aunt!
On this day, the owner of the apartment came to collect payment, I asked him who lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Need I say that we soon moved out of there?
A friend of mine lives in a pre-revolutionary house. My great-grandfather, a merchant, built it. One day I returned from the store and saw a man in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, and spins around himself as if he is dancing.
A friend asked him: For better or worse?
To which he sang: And you will lose the child, you will lose the child!!!
And immediately disappeared.
For a long time, an acquaintance was worried about her children, picked them up from school, and did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, with his father. The mother visits very rarely, so we can say that she lost the child.
I didn’t write about this for a long time, I thought it was my personal thing. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.
Mom will be 2 years old on June 26th. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one was sick and had no intention of dying). I saw golden threads from my mother’s head straight into the sky. My eyes are square, I backed away, sat down on the blanket. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. All I could say was: Wow! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I’ll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I’ll die soon?” Mommy, how right you were
For the first time, my mother fainted in her chair, I called an ambulance, and screamed in a non-human voice. And my mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mom, mom...”, as if she really saw. Then I started yelling: “Girl, get away from here, leave her to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke; my mother came to her senses in front of them. In the evening everything happened again and forever.
It was many years ago. My 91-year-old grandmother died. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and put it in the storage room for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to take it away right away, and she stood there for several days.
And during this time, a lot of inexplicable things happened in the house... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone’s gaze (reproaching) during the day. Everything was falling out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervous and tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the storage room and didn’t even go to the toilet at night... We all understood that the restless soul was toiling, and when my father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed for us too. Granny! Forgive us, we probably did something wrong!
Mom told me three days ago. Our children go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, and a rare dog barking. The night birds have already stopped singing and are preparing for autumn. Further from my mother's words.
I woke up to someone knocking on the second door in the corridor (the first one is wooden and has a bolt, the second one is modern metal). The knocking was not strong, and it was as if they were knocking with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather locked the door after smoking. But it was almost 2 am, there was silence in the house - everyone was asleep. She asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child’s voice said: “It’s me... let me in.” The yard dog and two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped completely.
My mother is very rational and does not suffer from visions. She told me it was very alarming. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, but here it is. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.
History textbooks are filled with stories about who stabbed whom, which city was burned to the ground, and which kings married their cousins. Therefore, imagine what details from these stories the learned men chose to omit. Or better yet, we will tell you about them ourselves in this article. Continuing our educational quest, we will tell you about the things that your teachers decided to hide from you, and we will reveal some terrible and little known facts about the most famous historical moments.
1. Syphilitic “zombies” on the streets of Renaissance Italy
When most people think of the Renaissance, they imagine prim Italians in aristocratic clothes admiring the works of Da Vinci, Michelangelo and other masters. What people don't realize is this:
Yes, Renaissance Florence could have been ideal place for various types of arts (and parkour, according to Assassin’s Creed II), but at the same time, the Italians had to survive their own, so to speak, “zombie apocalypse”, which occurred during the first major outbreak of syphilis in 1494. Yes, even before the advent of antibiotics, this venereal disease was by no means a “shameful secret”, but a disease (in those days it was called by its supposed national origin - “German”, “French”, etc.), literally eating a person . According to one description, the disease "caused people's skin to fall off their faces and die a few months later." To be more precise, the outbreak caused “the complete destruction of the lips, nose and other parts of the body, including the genitals.”
Due to the outbreak, victims of the "Gallic disease" wandering the streets without "arms, legs, eyes and noses" were a common sight. So if the Renaissance fairs held today in Europe and America were true, then half the people would look like extras from The Walking Dead.
But as nightmarish as the thought of living in a decaying body may be, the immediate horror lies in the phrase “after a few months.” In other words, the patients somehow managed to live in this state for months, probably languishing in hellish pain while their flesh was “eaten away, in some cases right to the bone.”
In general, within short period During the era of the great masters of the Renaissance, on the streets one could often see townspeople - not to mention an entire army of Frenchmen - with their faces decomposing and bare to the skull, walking around the city until they dropped dead. And why wasn't this in Assassin's Creed II?
2. The man who tried to save Lincoln shared the fate of Dilbert Grady
You've probably already seen this illustration, but can you name the people in it?
To the right is obviously John Wilkes Booth, followed by Abraham Lincoln and his wife Mary T. However, unless you are an avid historian, you most likely do not recognize the remaining two as Union Major Henry Rathbone and his wife, Clara Harris, daughter of the distinguished senator USA. Rathbone is better known for his attempt to stop Booth than for the grim Kubrickian murder story that would befall him a few years later.
During the assassination attempt, Rathbone was seriously wounded, but although he physically managed to survive the attack, his mind was never able to recover from the tragedy. The officer blamed himself for not stopping Booth, and although two years later he married Clara, married life only worsened his condition.
Eventually, the man's psyche deteriorated so much that on December 23, 1883, he decided to paint the walls of his house with family blood. While serving in Hanover as the American consul, Rathbone attempted to kill three of his children. When his wife interfered with him, he shot her and stabbed her with a knife, after which he killed himself.
Police found Rathbone covered in blood and unconscious. According to an often repeated but unconfirmed version, he claimed that people were hiding behind the paintings in his house.
Rathbone spent the rest of his life in psychiatric hospital, where he complained about machines hidden in the walls that released gas into his room, which caused him severe pain. headache. The man died in 1911, becoming the latest victim Lincoln's assassination attempt, almost half a century after the tragedy occurred.
3. Heads literally exploded during the eruption of Mount Vesuvius
The Italian volcano Vesuvius is infamous for its massive eruption, which left the Roman city of Pompeii (and all its erotic sculptures, as the city was the sexual capital of the Empire) buried in ashes for the next thousand and a half years. But what you probably didn't know is that the gods actually treated Pompeii generously in comparison to the horror that befell her. small town Herculaneum, which was even closer to Vesuvius, when it began to spit magma.
Pompeii's experience could be compared to a classic disaster movie: huge clouds of smoke, people running away in panic, ashes and perhaps a subplot about Tara Reid reuniting with her ex-husband. Herculaneum, on the other hand, got a real supernatural horror story, as this town was exposed to “superheated pyroclastic vapors of stone, mud and gas,” or, to put it simply, the following began to happen to people:
Seriously. Human skull filled different liquids, and if you heat it up very quickly, the same thing will happen to it as to a hamster in the microwave. And, in fact, this is exactly what happened in Herculaneum, when all the inhabitants of the city were caught in a cloud of gas, the temperature of which was approaching 500°C. In less than a couple of tenths of a second, "people's skin evaporated<…>the brain boiled and the skull exploded.” Without any bullets or buckshot. By itself. From the inside.
Let us hope that the same fate will not befall the inhabitants of Naples, who stubbornly continue to live in the same place where Herculaneum once stood and where Vesuvius is patiently waiting for the right opportunity to give them all a good thrashing.
The pamphlet specifically stated that if people could not send their pets into the countryside, then "their destruction would be the best solution" (the choice of words in this case provokes speculation that this document was written by an early prototype of the Dalek). And how did the British population react? Protests all over the country, you decide. But no. In fact, in just one week, 750,000 pets were “destroyed.”
At the same time, we emphasize that this action took place in the summer of 1939, that is, before the German invasion of Poland, when the British government could have caused much more harm to Nazi Germany if instead massacre animals, she attacked the former world lair of the Nazis.
5. The first documented serial killer in history lived happily ever after during the Pax Romana era.
The Pax Romana, or "Peace of August", is one of the most peaceful periods in history. Having decided that their Empire was already great, the Romans forgot about the bloodshed for a while and focused on more productive things, such as regulating the laws that we still use today. And how did Rome manage to live for so long without daily garbage collection and laws invented specifically to keep all sorts of people out? serial killers away from the streets and honest people?
However, the latter can be crossed out. The first documented serial killer in history lived, as they say, like a king during the era of the Pax Romana.
Her name was Locusta, and her story begins in the middle of the 1st century. AD, when a woman was arrested for poisoning. However, luck smiled on Locusta when Agrippina turned to her for help, deciding to poison Emperor Claudius. The criminal later received a pardon for her help.
So what did she do next? A year later, in 55 AD, Locusta again fell into the hands of justice, and again for poisoning. Fortunately for her, her help was needed by Emperor Nero, who asked the woman to prepare a deadly cocktail for his 13-year-old stepbrother Britannica. For her service, Locusta received a pardon and a nice villa along with students whom she could teach her craft.
Be that as it may, Locusta's luck ran out when Nero committed suicide, leaving her with only a couple of allies and a reputation as a witch. In 69 AD. the woman was arrested and immediately executed by order of Emperor Galba. How did she die? An “ironic” death, you decide, after tasting your own potion. But no. She was publicly raped to death by “a wild animal [some sources say it was a giraffe] trained specifically for this kind of punishment.”
Oh, those Roman laws.
6. Joan of Arc fought side by side with one of the worst child killers
We won't lie to you: we adore Jeanne. She was real. She was a heroine. And she didn't let anyone push her around.
However, although most of the glory was for helping France in the fight against England in the 15th century. and goes to Jeanne, she could never have done what she did without the help of people like Gilles de Rais, who was her “passionate companion” and one of the bravest knights of the French army. He was even featured in a big-budget film starring Milla Jovovich, in which he was played by Vincent Cassel.
So why don't people name churches after him, you ask. Perhaps because at night de Rais played the role terrible killer, who preyed on children aged between 6 and 18 years.
Don't forget that we are talking about one of the few people in the French army who helped Joan of Arc build her career and ultimately ensured her place among the saints... and yet, as incredible as it may sound, he was also sadistic monster. The records of his trial and his personal confession are chilling and make the soul freeze with horror: in addition to murder and physical torture, de Rais liked to torture his victims psychologically, convincing them that what was happening to them was just a game, after which he committed something more perverted. This guy would be thrown out of Arkham Asylum in a heartbeat for scaring the Joker.
Depending on the source, de Rais' victim count ranges from 80 to 800 children, making him one of the most prolific serial killers in history. Like his girlfriend, de Rais was burned at the stake, except that in his case it was well deserved.
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