the sun was below the Horizon casting the afternoon Shadow over the kitchen where the roasted turkey Aroma met freshly baked pie I stirred a pot of gravy standing and feeling my heartbeat from anticipation for me Thanksgiving has always been a time for family but it felt different this year UNS said tension hung in the air and I could tell by the way my parents looked at each other smiling tight L my parents were bustling about oblivious to the storm brewing inside me they were excited about their new life their retirement plans and how they would
finally be free of me I could feel it their excitement was a knife twisting my gut Joel would you set the table my mother called from the dining room I nodded forcing a smile on my lips as I set the ladle down my hands trembled slightly I was on edge and I didn't know why why perhaps it was the weight of their impending announcement the one that they had hinted at but never fully revealed as I arranged the silverware I overheard Snippets of their conversation we can't keep supporting him my father's voice was low but
firm he needs to learn to stand on his own my heart sank I knew what they meant they were finally cutting me off financially the thought sent a chill down my spine dinner commenced with laughter and clinking glasses but I felt detached from the warmth that enveloped the room my parents chattered about retirement plans and dreams of travel while I forced myself to join in laughing when appropriate nodding along inside a storm brooded as we moved to Desert my mother's expression shifted Joel she began hesitantly there's something we need to discuss my pulse quickened this
was it the moment that would shatter everything not now Lisa my father interjected sharply let's enjoy this time together but I could see it in their eyes the fear of what lay ahead I excused myself under the pretense of needing fresh air and stepped outside into the cool night the stars twinkled above like distant eyes watching my every move my mind raced as I paced back and forth on the porch thoughts spiraling into dark Corners when I returned inside the atmosphere had shifted dramatically my parents were no longer smiling instead they wore expressions of concern
mixed with something else disappointment fear it noded me Joel my mother started again her voice trembling slightly we've decided but before she could finish something snapped inside of me the years of feeling inadequate and dependent surged forward like a tidal wave and enough I shouted startling them both you think you can just abandon me after everything their faces paled as realization dawned on them their son was no longer just angry he was dangerous after dinner while they cleaned up I slipped away to my room the Shadows danced on the walls as I pulled out my
notebook the book of premeditation each page detailed my plan get knives sledgehammers bleach everything necessary to erase them from existence as I returned to the kitchen adrenaline coursed through my veins my heart pounded like a ward drum as I approached my father from behind he was distracted humming softly to himself as he washed dishes Dad I said softly he turned surprise flickering across his face just before it vanished into confusion what's wrong in one swift motion I grabbed the knife from the counter and plunged it into his back the world went silent time froze as
he gasped in disbelief what are you doing he croaked shock flooding his eyes I pulled out the knife and struck again 42 times in total each thrust fueled by years of resentment boiling over into pure rage my mother entered just as I finished her scream pierced through the air like shattering glass Joel no but it only fueled my frenzy the world around me faded all that mattered was silencing them forever she fought back fiercely her love for him made her desperate to save her husband and herself I was beyond control as chaos broke loose in
the once happy home the bodies collapsed to the floor like ragd dolls with no life left in them at this point it dawned on me that I had done like a wave of ice cold water I dragged their bodies into the bathroom where I had prepared everything plastic bins filled with corrosive chemicals awaited their remains like hungry beasts ready to devour their prey as I dismembered them piece by piece a sense of relief washed over me this was Liberation I left their remains dissolving in acid and retreated to my room hoping to escape the horror
of what I'd done the house felt different now it was mine alone I glanced out the window at the world waking up outside a smile crept across my face as I realized that no one would ever know what happened here not today or ever days passed before anyone noticed they were missing days filled with paranoia and guilt gnawing at my insides like rats in a cage when police finally arrived for a welfare check after my mother's co-workers reported her absence panic sech through me they found everything The Boiling Pot on the stove still simmering with
remnants of what used to be her head body parts dissolving an acid notes detailing every step of my plan scattered across the floor like confetti at a twisted celebration as they uncovered each horrifying detail all I could think was how close I'd come to freedom and how quickly it had unraveled into chaos Thanksgiving will never be just another holiday for me again it is now forever etched in blood a reminder of what happens when love turns into horror the story was inspired by a horrific incident that happened on November 26th 2016 Joel Junior then 28
years old was living off his parents's financial support when they decided to stop funding his lifestyle as they prepared for retirement the couple had recently sold their home and were planning to move into a more budget friendly residents this decision prompted a violent reaction from their son who felt entitled to their support and had a significant motive a $500,000 life insurance policy that would pay out if both parents were dead the murders occurred in their home in Tennessee where Joel Jr meticulously planned the horrific acts that followed with Dawn breaking and police arrived he was
later convicted and was sentenced to life imprisonment he was beautiful handsome breathtaking bill was the embodiment of everything I had always dreamed of something far away from the place that had caused me so much pain a tall man blonde with eyes as blue as the sky I was completely captivated by his Charisma and his promises of a bright future he was a flirtatious kind man and he was fascina that I came from a place as far away as Egypt he helped me a lot in my career I managed to grow and become known as the
great omima the Pharaoh with my exotic outfits and traditional style it was Bill's idea he said it would attract more attention after every celebration we always went out for burgers together one of the things I loved about this country was how Wild and Free it was colorful parties flamboyant people I loved it all I was living the American dream although Bill always told me he'd like to move to a simpler more culturally Rich place I always joked with him saying that was fine but I'd only eat once a day when we got married everything was
incredible I was a famous woman known as the great Pharaoh and I was a respected woman I hated that title I just wanted to serve my beloved the one who had brought me here one day tired of being called that I wanted something new I contacted a great designer who made me a beautiful Innovative outfit made of Fine Fabrics in the latest fashions I loved it and I showed it to Bill but do you know what he did he started by laughing but when he saw I was serious he got angry and started shouting at
me I had never seen him like that before he hated that I was wearing that outfit he thought it was vulgar when I insisted that it was revolutionary he started hitting me wor the outfit off me and told me naked that this was the Natural State I should be in like a pharaoh Untouched by the world I realized that bill was obsessed with Egyptian culture in time I came to understand that what he wanted wasn't a wife But A Relic now he forced me to wear traditional Egyptian clothes yelled at me if he saw me
in anything American even at home and scolded me for any attempt to assimilate into my new home he didn't even know the real culture only what had been shown to him thousands of years ago he wanted me to be more Egyptian than ever and any deviation was met with shouting or worse I wanted a distraction we were always invited to parties but he refused to go but with Thanksgiving coming up I wanted to have a party and invite my friends and Bill's colleagues I didn't think he'd mind I started organizing everything in secret I knew
he would be upset when he found out but I preferred it to be in front of his friends so he could drink with them and be distracted I didn't care if he beat me afterwards I was determined to take control of my life I bought everything to make several special and traditional dishes the turkey salad side dishes everything I wanted it to be perfect but I was too obvious when he arrived he could see the dishes laid out the big table and the smell in the kitchen his face face showed a deep connection to his
childhood a familiar smell and a date he clearly recognized do you know why the smell took him back to his childhood well those wide open eyes his sunken eye sockets and his receding hairline were more noticeable than ever with pronounced bald spots and those wrinkles I had never seen him like this before he asked me what I was doing and full of fear I tried to tell him that it was just a small event but he EXP floated he came over and hit my head hard against the kitchen counter I saw the blood gushing out
he had never gone that far before he hit me several times he kicked me in the stomach and when I fell to the floor he continued to punch me in the face and stomach then he whipped me with his belt while I screamed for him to stop begging him not to hurt me finally he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and said something I will never forget you'll never be an American you'll always be a foreigner anger and fear clouded my mind I grabbed the nearest knife and before I knew it I was
stabbing him in the chest once twice until his body stopped moving it was an instinctive act when I realized the floor was covered in blood and I was on my knees a little later I put on makeup and slipped into a dress I had bought for the occasion a comfortable long simple dress I I felt so good so free the guests arrived one by one and everyone was so impressed they had never seen me like this before and they all complimented me on being so brave and trying different things I felt amazing as I served
everyone and brought out the silver trays clothed to keep the food warm everything was perfect the side dishes The Cutlery I paid attention to the smallest details and finally the main course everyone served themselves and enjoyed what I had prepared I had never tried cooking American food before but they all praised me the salad the mashed potatoes the fine wine the turkey and the meat everything was delicious while everyone was enjoying themselves I decided to say a few words I know this is usually done before but I didn't know it was my first time I
said everyone laughed Bill hated this party hated what it stood for everyone laughed because they knew it was true he hated everything about it then I revealed what was hidden under the sealed centerpiece tray oh my dear bill now you're truly one with the Traditions I said as I unveiled his head hanging in the center of the table the guests having already consumed part of him now bill is inside all of you and I think this way you'll finally understand the importance of traditions everyone began to scream in Terror terrified and running as fast as
they could it was a scene of panic but I didn't care because I felt euphoric so happy and so free this story is based on the true case in 1991 omima Nelson a 23-year-old Egyptian model brutally murdered her 56-year-old husband Bill Nelson at their home in Costa Mesa California on Thanksgiving Day omima stabbed him repeatedly and then beat him to death with a clothes iron after his death she dismembered his body cooked parts of it and allegedly ate his ribs with barbecue sauce omima claims she killed him in self-defense alleging years of physical and sexual
abuse by bill who she said raped her on the morning of the murder but PR persecutors argued that Oma was a con artist who used sex to manipulate and steal from men after a disturbing trial that included testimony about cannibalism she was convicted of second deegree murder in 1993 and sentenced to 27 years in prison although omima denied eating her husband her actions in the trial captured public attention with comparisons drawn to popular cultural figures such as Hannibal Lecter it was the day before Thanksgiving I should have been excited preparing for the holiday but something
wasn't right jilberto my husband had been acting strange lately he'd been spending hours locked away in his study always on his laptop it could be just work stress he was a cop after all but deep down I I knew I knew something was wrong and the man I'd been in love with was a monster in Disguise that day while vacuum I noticed his laptop sitting on the dining table the screen was lit up and jilberto was nowhere in sight I shouldn't have looked but something pulled me to it I glanced at the screen as my
heart pounded harder with each passing second could my husband be seeing someone with hitched breath I went through his conversation surely there were chats but it wasn't anything I expected jilberto wasn't cheating on me I wish he was I read one then another the words they didn't make sense at first roast her slowly cook her alive and then I saw the names women we knew I felt sick I wanted to look away but I couldn't the things he was describing what he'd do to them he was planning to kidnap these women he talked about eating
them like like they were some kind of Thanksgiving dinner my whole body went cold this was my husband the man I married the man who kissed our daughter good night every evening my heart was racing and I felt dizzy like I was about to pass out what had I just found that's when I heard his footsteps upstairs my blood froze he was coming down I slammed the laptop shut and shoved it into the hall closet just before jilberto arrived he smiled at me full of affection like nothing was wrong but his eyes they were different
darker colder everything okay love he asked so casually I was momentarily certain I was hallucinating but I knew I'd seen it all I forced a smile yeah just cleaning my voice shook he stared at me for a beat too long like he was waiting for something and then he turned and walked into the kitchen I wanted to scream to run but I couldn't I was trapped in my own home with a man I didn't recognize anymore my husband was planning to kill and eat people who were his friends that night I barely slept every time
I closed my eyes I saw those chats months planned he had laid out in detail the next morning Thanksgiving Day Gilberto was his usual self smiling laughing playing with our daughter but I couldn't look at him without feeling my stomach turn he was a monster hiding behind a cop's uniform pretending to be a loving father I watched him closely all day his every move felt calculated and deliberate like he was wearing a mask but when our friends arrived for dinner a hunger simmered in his eyes was I blind to never notice it before I wanted
to scream warn our friends I couldn't shake the feeling that they were in danger sitting just feet away from the man who had fantasized about eating them as the evening went on I couldn't take it anymore the tension inside me was unbearable I excused myself and went upstairs locking myself in the bathroom my hands shook as I picked up the phone and I called the police what do you even say in a situation like this how do you tell them that your husband is a cop plotting to kidnap and eat people but I had to
do it for my daughter for myself for all the women who might end up on his Twisted menu when they came for him it was like a nightmare coming alive Sirens blared lights flashed and jilberto was hauled out of our home in handcuffs he looked at me with such Venom like I was the one who betrayed him but I wasn't the one with those sick twisted thoughts he was I will never forgive you never I will never forgive you I thought I would feel relief but all I felt was a deep sinking dread the man
I had married the father of my child was capable of things I couldn't even begin to understand he was charged with conspiracy to kidnap with plans to kill and eat women they called him the Cannibal Cop I saved those women hell I saved myself but at what cost my life my family everything was shattered and Thanksgiving it'll never be the same again this story is based on the true case of Gilberto Valle the Cannibal Cop who was arrested in 2012 for plotting to kidnap and eat women his wife discovered his disturbing online plans and turned
him into the authorities leading to his arrest valet was charged with conspiracy to kidnap and later released in 2014 Gil Berta lost custody of his daughter
