The ‘altars’ were typically no more than 300 yards from the victim’s shallow graves. Current affairs show runs footage of one (the trial and run up to it were all over the news) and yeah it’s that thing we found. Later that year the cops arrested some bloke on suspicion of the murders of a series of backpackers who had gone missing over the course of a few years, and at the sites of several of the murders slightly off in the bush were these ‘altars’. The Altars Of A Serial Killerīushwalking in NSW (Australia) me and my friend came across this weird platform looking thing made out of rocks. Pretty sure it was the same guy, otherwise it was just a big coincidence. She was pretty freaked out and had to reverse all the way back up the lane in the dark because he was still there. Later on that night we found out that another friend was driving down the lane that runs parallel to the quarry found a guy in a black coat stood in the middle of the road, and wouldn’t move. We were pretty creeped out so didn’t investigate, and left pretty soon after. When out exploring an old abandoned quarry with some friends we found this dude stood staring at this rock, occasionally twitching, but he never turned around. Intuition to help someone and adrenaline that clouds your judgement I guess? It was kind of a fucked up day so I don’t really remember my thought process. Don’t know how long, he was very cold and smelled pretty bad. I don’t know why we tried, it was very obvious he had been dead for some time. Fortunately no critters had come to tear him apart before we found him, it would’ve only gotten grislier from there. We probably shouldn’t have even tried, he was dead for sometime before we happened across him.

Must’ve climbed the branches and dropped once laced in. He had thrown the rope up over a tall branch and lashed it off with a clove hitch at the trunk like you’d hang a bear-bag. I wrapped my arms around his waist to take weight off his neck while my brother cut him down with his Leatherman. We sprinted up to the bluff where he was strung up. Hiking the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania for a week in…2006 and my brother and I came across a young man who had hung himself.

Ay papi camping trip ex