New Mexico Massacre
Daniel's POV
A few years ago, not too many. I'm pretty sure it was in 2022. I'm into things like police cases and attempting to solve them before the police can. Fun challenge I like to do on YouTube. Anyways one day I remember not too well but one thing that happened stuck with me. That afternoon I was looking through murder documentary's trying to find one I haven't watched so I look up my state (New Mexico) for anything new.
As I scrolled through the search a video entitled: "New Mexico Massacre" pops up. Created by some Stop Motion channel, I believed was called "EagleMotion" but I'm not too sure. Curiously I click the video, the video appeared to be a crappy ARG type animation. Stock images and an edited version of Jeff the Killer as the Murderer. I chuckled at how stupid the animation was but then something stuck out to me. The cities it had listed. The states it listed. Kentucky, Michigan, and New Mexico. All states I had lived in
Now I just brushed this off as a coincidence, but the memory stuck with me. I don't know what it was but at the end the police officer dies from a drill. They don't show the police officer, but they just leave it for you to imagine. Then the video ends with a cheap jump scare. Flash forwards a few years. I move out of my apartment, Me, my son, and my wife move to Minnesota as our house was turned into a mine site, we got a good chunk of money, and we bought a cozy cabin. The house always creaked as it was a pretty old cabin, winter winds howled and brushed the walls and windows in our sleep, and we had gotten used to it at a point.
Now my son, who is 9 isn't a greatly kind kid. He's a bully to those kids at school specifically a small boy with a walking disability. I've tried grounding, spankings, military camps. Nothing. We've taken his Ipod, and we've taken his games. Nothing ever worked. He's my son, and I'll always love him. But I am greatly disappointed. My wife has shown her disappointment. And dreads parent teacher meetings. He's a liar too and I barely trust him. He barely talks to us at dinner. and he wakes up on his own for school and leaves before me and my wife wake up. He takes the bus. we don't make him walk. but maybe we should, it might teach him.
Anyways I was scrolling on TikTok when I came across the creator of "New Mexico Massacre" on my recommended feed. This time, he was hinting at a new episode, or something. and the character looked ten times better and he was not a poorly edited jeff the killer, so, the bar wasn't set so high. Anyways, the characters scream in the teaser frightened me, more than the cheap jump scare in the original episode. But this scream. I hear another scream and it's out from in front of my house I jolt off the couch my son was meant to be home earlier, but he wasn't there. I get outside to see my son bent over the kid he would bully regularly. The poor boy's crutches sat on the ground, the boy, covered in blood and glass, I could only infer were from his shattered glasses. My son turns to me, and he stands up, he begins crying.
"Dad, I didn't mean to. It's not- I'm sorry dad, dad please." I begin walking to him, and he runs and wraps his arms around me. He hasn't hugged me in years. I shove him off of me. "Hello? Nine one one? Hello, I came outside to see my son brutally beat a boy up. Please send an ambulance, and the police," My son sits on the ice-covered sidewalk, as the other boy's parents come out. The mother begins crying as the husband clutches her closer to him. "MY BABY" She shrieked
I apologized, not for my son, but for myself, for not punishing my son enough. I explained to them I called the police on my son, and explained I would pay completely for the hospital expenses. My wife runs out at stops and stares at the beaten boy then stares at our son. Our disappointment of a son. And she runs back inside. The other parents show no anger towards me. The boy's father staring at my son, about to go off on him holds back and asks me to lecture him. I comply and have a lot I need to say to my disappointment.
"Liam. You disgrace. Why would you hit him, let alone talk to him in a hurtful way. WHY, why? You're going to prison. And I hope you rot there. You monster." I feel tears stream down my face as my son stares at me as if I'd broken his heart and he hadn't just broken a poor boy. the father thanks me and reassures me, "You told him what you had to," he faces my son, "See your ass in court."
Court day, I sat as a witness. But the judge overrules the decision that he is guilty, as there is no proof the boy hadn't just slipped, or the boy attacked first. So my son comes home with me. Still feeling disappointed, but he isn't guilty. He isn't legally guilty at least. We came home at sat at the dinner table. My son said nothing, he didn't touch his food, he just stared Blankly into the corner of the kitchen, he didn't blink, just stared.
He was slowly breathing. but again, something about him felt off. "Son?" My wife said to him. My son's eyes slowly shifted to lock with hers,
"Yes mom," he said to her, choked as if he was going to cry.
"Everything alright, we made your favorite." She says back grinning trying to keep a good mood.
"I know, thanks." He responded, looking at his plate. I sat still listening but not engaging, just eating my food.
My wife's grin faded as she looked at me. She says to me,
"Why can't you just be happy?" I look at her startled,
"What? 'Why?' Because our son practically killed that kid."
My son's expression turns to be frightened,
"he died?" he says beginning to cry.
My wife quickly responds,
"No hon, he's going to be okay. Don't worry. Your dad is just paranoid."
"PARANOID?" I yelled standing up from the table, "IM THE ONE WHO SAW HIM HUNCHED OVER THE KID!"
My wife looks at me,
"Remember dear, he had no blood on his hands, shirt, or pants. But the boy was covered in blood.
I look at my wife,"What?"
She responds,
"Yes, when I was doing the laundry, I noticed he had no blood on his clothes, and when I saw you bring him inside, there was no blood on his hands."
Everything began to spin as if my entire life I'd been wrong. My boy had never hurt this kid before, he'd only said a few words. And he had tried hugging me and I pushed him off. He tried explaining and I cursed him out. The other parents believe it was my son. But It couldn't have. But now my son won't explain to us. He sits on his bed paranoid and staring at the closet in his room. As if when he removes his eyes from it. Something will move.
That night he goes to bed, without saying a word. Me and my wife lie in bed waiting to drift off to sleep. But something in me is keeping me awake. as if I'm being watched. It's a cold night and I begin making my way to the bathroom when I hear something in my son's room crash. I stare at the shut door and make my way to it. Then my son screams waking up my wife and she comes into the hallway, she asked me,
"What the, babe? did you hear the scream too?" The scream, it sounds exactly like the one in the video I grab the loaded rifle I have stored under my bed in case of an intruder, then I hear the screech again from the room. The door locked, I begin slamming the stock of the rifle against the door, my wife standing there closing her eyes. As I punch it for the millionth time the door swings down. I step in with loaded gun, and in front of me stands an 8-foot-tall grey monotone creature. His smile teethless, his breath, crawls down my spine. My son says, "daddy, it's okay now. I'm safe"
My son's body begins to contort, his bones smashing ang cracking, his screams heard, but he doesn't move his mouth. The monster begins to rip my son a part, they merge becoming one. My fear over coming my body I freeze, I hear my wife scream,
"DANIEL MOVE OH DEAR GOD" The monster looks at me and passes on, his limbs cracking with every move. him screaming, louder than my wife. I turn around out of my paralysis. and dart to where my wife was standing, but I was too late. He got to her. My dear Gabbie. her chest penetrated by the monsters claws as he pins her to the walls. I have 2 shells. I can't miss. I load the gun. And pull the trigger. And I blow a hole through the monster. The beast who's my son. the Beast who stole my wife. The beast darts out of the house. leaving my wife's sad body laying limp. I rushed to her and grabbed her. held my poor lifeless Gabbie in my arms,
"Oh my love, I'm sorry I froze. I'm so sorry."
Tears fall down my cheeks and I feel numb.
"I will see you again dear. In heaven we shall meet again."
I wasn't a Christian, but to cope I told myself I'd see her again. Even though I probably won't. I set her bloody body down gently.
I kiss her one last time. Her body, cold as winter.
I call the police and tell them there was a murder. I sit there next to my Gabbie.
"Damn that monster that came to haunt me. All the way from New Mexico."
maybe I was hallucinating the monster. Maybe the monster was me. I hear sirens, their whailing approaching my house. The lights glowing brighter as I awaited. I grasp the gun close to me.
The cars stop in my yard.
The door snaps in half from their force. I sat there, blood on my hands from the monster. But they don't know that. I hold up my hands, the flashlights clipped on their guns illuminate me, the gun, and my poor wife Gabbie's body. They say get on the ground; I don't comply. I attempt to reach for my phone that had pictures. But I reached for the gun. My fingers grace the handle, when I realize my mistake. Takes them no time to unleash their weapons on me.
I'm tased.
I'm shot.
'm Wounded.
Before I die, I hear the police say something.
"Quick! we might be able to save the boy!"
I'm Dead
LIAM OLSON AGE: 9
Autopsy report of 9 year old Liam Olson after his murder on September 28th 2024, shows that he had his mouth sewn shut, His back had stiches as well. We believe these are left over from when his father sewn his son to him.
Video on the wife's phone shows Daniel Olson pretending to puppeteer his son, telling the parents he's fine.
Sadly Liam did not survive the attack, while police attempted to save him, when they heard breathing.
When they pulled him apart from his father. the stiches had caused him to bleed out.
Gabbie Olson, the ex wife of now deceased Daniel, survived the attacks and being shot. The rifle Daniel had shot hit her side.
She claims her own husband that evening was showing signs of being insane by lashing out.
She also claimed he husband talked about something called, "New Mexico Massacre" and the monster from it was attacking their son.
When the attacker was him.
Gabbie Olson, now recovering is beginning to talk about a boy who lived in their neighborhood who also passed away. From blunt force trauma on September 23rd. And the son, who was accused was not who caused the incident. The wife saw her husband watching his phone when suddenly he got scared. He let out this terrible screech that she said he also had done before taking the life of their son, and dashed out the door when he began punching, stabbing, and biting the kid. After she witnessed that she saw her son being scolded which made her think her son did it. Until she checked the doorbell camera in bed that night and saw her husband attacking the boy. When she went to confront him that's when she heard the screech. Daniel never left Liam's room that night, she said,
"Daniel just stood there and stared at him. Grinning, with all his teeth."
She claimed she had laid in bed alone for almost an hour, then she checked the cameras to see the truth since it was the night after the trial and now her son couldn't get arrested for it, she saw her husband doing it, and then she heard the screech.
Daniel Olson medical Record 2012
Patient: Daniel Olson, diagnosed today with schizophrenia after people saw him running through streets screaming that a grey figure was chasing and tormenting him, he was admitted to UNM Adult Psychiatric Center by authorities when they were called on him that afternoon. He was prescribed Antipsychotics and needs to take them every day, with no exceptions.
To: BVSPHARMACY@BVS.MAIL From: danielolson@cmail.com Subject: Antipsychotics Refill Body: "Hello! This is Daniel Olson, I am out of my prescription Antipsychotics and need them to go out in public. Today is September 22nd, and I took my last one today. Hopefully you guys can get them to me fast enough! Thank you! Daniel Olson"
To: danielolson@cmail.com
From: BVSPHARMACY@BVS.MAIL Subject: Antipsychotics Refill Apologies Daniel for the late shipment hopefully you'll be okay with them arriving on the 29th Frank Jones BVS Shipment supervisor
Credited to GreatDaneLov3r
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