Eccentricities, true crime, macabre, lore

Category: True Crime

The Chysafidis family

This following story is gruesome and macabre. It’s about an unsolved crime that shocked Greece back in the early 90’s. It’s also a crime that has affected me deeply, as I happened to be there when it was discovered. * harp music * – let the flashback begin.

It was June 25th, 1991. Athens was melting under a huge heat wave, and I was in a taxi, on my way to a friend’s house. On our way there, we had to cross a rich neighborhood, and by rich, I mean filthy rich, with beautiful villas, private streets, and practically no traffic – the Athenian Beverly Hills if you please. Suddenly we were caught in a huge traffic jam, where no vehicles could move in any direction. We were stopped in front of this wonderful house, and all around us were police cars and ambulances. It didn’t smell good… actually, it literally didn’t smell good. All jokes aside, this smell is something I will never forget. The driver asked me if I could understand what that smell was. I said no, and he calmly informed me that this is the smell of death.

Asimakis Katsoulas

I think I’ve told you enough folklore stories in the past month. Maybe it’s time to leave this charming fantasy world, and go back to the brutal reality of true crime. Today’s story is well known to any living Greek, but you, my sweet, English speaking readers, are clueless, and I’m about to change that!

Back in 1972, in the suburbs of Athens, a boy was born. He was named Asimakis Katsoulas, but for your ease, let’s just call him Makis. Makis grew up to be a very handsome young man, with a true social charisma, a narcissistic personality, a kinky disposition, and a thirst for power. It wasn’t long before his qualities summoned (pun intended) his first followers. Among all those surrounding him, two teenagers stood out; Manos, a reserved boy who followed him blindly, and Dimitra, his young girlfriend.

Anatoly Moskvin

Hm, I bet you are all expecting an article on the origins of Halloween, right? Sorry folks, it’s not gonna happen. I thought I’d better save something for next year. Still, on this special night, where the souls of the dead roam our world, I have one of the most macabre real stories for you all!
*puts lit flashlight under her chin * Cover up in your blankets and listen carefully.

Once upon a time, in the city of Nizhny Novgorod, in Russia, Anatoly Moskvin was born. Anatoly was a very curious and intelligent boy, who grew up to be an academic linguist. He was fascinated by death, and he used his studies and specialties to dig into the ancient myths and lore, in order to understand it better.

Nikos Koemtzis

It’s a gray, rainy day today, and I thought I’d tell you all about a real crime case which created a real sensation in Greece back in the days. Hey, it was even turned into a movie!
Firstly, it’s important for you to have some background information, as I’m afraid there are some details you won’t be able to get. Let’s start with the fun stuff, Greek dances!

You have all probably seen the classic Greek dances where many people hold each other and dance around in circles. That’s not all though; there are many more. The one that plays a huge part in today’s story, is called “Zeimbekiko” and it is a very proud, male dance. I don’t know how much sense you can make out of this, but it’s a dance that symbolizes a dignified defeat – it’s a death dance if you may. The steps might look random, and the dancer drunk (well, they are sometimes), but it is all about a man trying to stand tall and keep balance through life’s misfortunes. There’s usually one man on stage dancing this, and the song they dance has usually been ordered to the band beforehand. It is very offensive, I repeat, very offensive, for another man to step up next to the dancer. The designated behavior is to watch and/or clap at the dancer. Good? Let’s move on!

Alfonso Constanzo

Usually I take pride in my general knowledge about true crime, but there’s always a serial killer that can skip one’s radar. This is one of them. His existence eluded me, and it’s a shame, since he combines all the traits of a serial killer, with ancient religions, drugs, and exotic landscapes… Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of Alfonso Constanzo.

Alfonso was born in 1962, in Miami, Florida. His mother was an immigrant from Cuba who married three different men, and had one child with each one of them, Alfonso being the oldest. I’m not being judgmental, on the contrary. The problem was that each of those men, added a huge piece to the jigsaw of Alfonso’s troubling life. Let me get into the details…

Hu Wanlin

Hello my dear readers, and please excuse the delay, but this writer has been hit hard by Spring! Fear not though; birds may be chirping, trees may be blooming, and the sun may be shining, but the list of weird people and bizarre stories is endless…

I’ve always been fascinated by serial killers. It’s an endless topic, which, although macabre, offers a real insight into the people’s psyche. There are all sorts of killers out there, psychotic, cold-blooded, sociopaths, and so on, and there’s another category that rarely makes the headlines; the medical ones. Introducing Hu Wanlin, and be warned – this text contains human stupidity.

Elmer McCurdy

Ok people, I know that the sun is shining, and that spring is already here, but, I did come across a wonderfully macabre story which I must share. It’s the rather sad story of a man who managed to attract all the bad luck of the world, even after his death. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of Elmer McCurdy.

Elmer was born in Maine in 1880, in a broken up family from an unknown father, something that was a huge social stigma back in the day. To cover up the shame, he was adopted by his uncle. When he learned the truth, he was a teenager, and as all teenagers, the news didn’t really sink in. He rebelled against everyone, took into drinking and was soon an alcoholic.

Ku Klax Klan

Have you seen those idiots, that used to run around on horses, covered in white hoods, burning crosses and performing crimes of unspoken cruelty? Well, I sure hope you have only seen them on TV, books, or websites, and never up close and personal! This is the infamous Ku Klux Klan. Bad news is, they still exist, although they have been fought, and gone through some turbulent times themselves. Well, the latter is no wonder, considering not only what they stand for, but also their collective IQ of 20 more or less… I won’t be writing a full article on the KKK here, I just want to give some insight on the details you probably don’t know, like the fact that a big part of this, is indeed a bad joke, based mostly on fandom… *sighs * Let’s begin.

Warren Jeffs

Today’s story is sad, shocking, not at all funny, and sadly still ongoing. Be warned!

Most of you have heard of Mormons and even perhaps of one of their churches, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. What you probably don’t know, is that in 1890, this church renounced polygamy from its practices. Needless to say, this didn’t go down very well with some of the men there, and in 1935, a division was made, the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (FLDS for short). They moved to Colorado City, Arizona, where they built their community.

The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

You know what day it is today… day of flowers, chocolate, cards, and declarations of love. Well, this site likes to look at things a bit differently. Today I will talk to you about a couple, whose relationship led to what is known as “The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre”. Grab that leftover candy and follow me.

Our “couple” is George “Bugs” Moran and Al Capone. Those two were roaming the streets of Chicago, back in the 1920’s, engaging in all sorts of shady businesses. It was pretty clear that there was room for only one of them in the city. That’s about when George had a bad, bad idea.

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