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Rain...
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Sun...
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When it comes to the study of murder cases, nothing tops the notorious case of The Black Dahlia. It has stumped thriller writers and readers for more than half a century, and will continue to do so...
*Who Was Elizabeth Short?
Born July 29, 1924, in Hyde Park, Mass., Beth Short was daughter of Phoebe and Cleo Short. They soon moved to Medford, Mass.
Her legal name was Elizabeth Short (no middle name). While a child, many called her Betty, and as she matured, she preferred to be called Beth.
Beth matured quickly. She grew up to become a beautiful teenager - she looked older and more sophisticated than others her age.
As a child, Beth frequently attended movies with her mother. And later, the girl's goal was to work in movies.
At age 19, Beth ventured to Vallejo, Calif., to live with her father. The stay did not last long, however. Her father asked her to leave because he said she was lazy and stayed out late.
It was mid-January, 1947, when Beth was last seen alive at the Biltmore Hotel. It was reported that she was to meet a gentleman. After leaving the hotel, she was never again seen alive.

*Her body was found, severed, in the Crenshaw District January 15, 1947.*
*What We Know
Beth Short was a wannabe actress who fled to California to make a go of it. She had a genital defect that rendered her incapable of having standard intercourse. Nonetheless, she was a beautiful girl and so young when she was murdered.
Elizabeth Short, a 22-year-old wannabe actress, spent several years moving around, gaining odd jobs. Her passion for servicemen and aspiration to be famous made her a "different" woman of her time. She reportedly hooked up with a variety of men and women (one reported to having been Marilyn Monroe).
Her name evolved from her black hair and black attire. Some say she was named the Black Dahlia before her murder in January of 1947, others say the name was applied by journalists to sensationalize the crime.
On January 15, 1947, a passerby spotted her nude body in a vacant lot near Hollywood. Her body, cut in half, was bruised and beaten. Grass had reportedly been forced into her vagina, and she had reportedly been sodomized after death. Rumors of henna in her hair and BD carved into her body, as of yet to this outlet, have not been verified.
Upon the release of the murder in the press, several men and women admitted to the crime. But the police could not validate anyone's story. The case, notoriously, attracted several false confessions, and later surfaced more interest when James Ellroy wrote The Black Dahlia in 1987.
To date, according to the LAPD, the case goes unsolved. Though Janice Knowlton has authored a book naming her father as the killer, police have not reported Ms. Knowlton's statements or information as holding any water at all.
During the LAPD's initial investigation of the Black Dahlia murder, the following occurred:
* Just a few days after the finding, two homicide officers sat in a restaurant, discussing the case. After returning to headquarters, they got a call from a man, stating he just spotted the killers. The gentleman was a waiter in the restaurant, and his named suspects were the two officers.
* A woman walked five miles to tell detectives that if Short were buried with an egg in her hand, the killer would be found within a week.
* An astrologer asked the hour and date of Short's birth, then promised to provide the murderer's name within a few days.
* One wanted Short's right eyeball, saying that he would "photograph" the final image reflected and would return with a photograph of the killer.
* In at least three cases, landlords reported suspicious actions of tenants they had been vying to evict.
* A Barstow, California woman told a bartender, "I know who killed Beth Short, and if the reward is big enough I'll talk." Two officers discovered the woman knew no more than what was in the newspapers. She was trying to get back at two boyfriends who had walked out on her, and tried to implicate them in the crime.

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Snuff Films
Written by: harding_ken

Also known as "white heat" films and "the real thing," the snuff film myth lives on like Bigfoot, despite the fact that no law enforcement agency in America has publicly admitted to ever locating one. Alan Sears, former executive director of the Attorney General's commission on pornography during 1985-86, agrees with the more than two dozen law enforcement agencies I interviewed. "Our experience was that we could not find any such thing as a commercially produced snuff film," says Sears. "Our commission was all-inclusive and exhaustive. If snuff films were available, we'd have found them."

Yet the rumour of snuff persists. The scenarios are invariably the same - a remote jungle village in South America, a deserted beach in Thailand, the landscaped garden of a German industrialist, a lonely Everglades swamp. The victims are usually women, often performing a sexual act, their deaths sensational and unexpected.

"The closest we've got to snuff in this country is what I call the autopsy tapes," says charles Balun, a distributor of Guinea Pig. "These video favourites, with titles like 'Faces of Death' and 'Death Scenes,' feature news and police file footage depicting all manner of human immolation in sickening clarity. But these aren't snuff films, because they only chronicle death. Snuff, by its definition, choreographs it."

"This is a world where kiddie sex tours are legal in some countries," adds Vachss. "Serial killers have been documenting their murders for years, keeping their own private momentos of their crimes to perpetuate the fantasy; it's part of their M.O. Do you think it hasn't occurred to one of these people to film a murder, and don't you think that it's possible one of these films is being circulated?"

Vachss' sentiments are mirrored by noted women's rights attorney, anti-pornography activist and University of Michigan law professor Catherine MacKinnon, who is researching the subject. "My opinion is completely to the contrary to the FBI's. I know snuff films exist. These so-called official people don't enjoy a lot of trust. In many cases they've got one public line, while they move in another direction." Asked to substantiate her claims, she replies, "To divulge anything would jeopardise my own investigation. But believe me, they're out there."

Sergeant Smith acknowledges the possible existence of video snuff but adds, "My feeling is that if snuff existed on film or video, it would be so far underground the average person would never see it. For years there's been talk of a Las Vegas dealer selling snuff films for $ 100,000 a pop. For that you get the original film. I've never believed this, but with all the unsolved murder in this country (more than 8,000 in 1992 alone), it makes you wonder. Certainly, the possibility is there."

I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair.
It is bright red with random sparks.
My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity.
Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete.