Investigation Discovery ..

I am absolutely addicted to a new channel on the goggle box. No matter what time, mornin' noon or night, l'm glued.

I find it soooo creepy, crawling with paedos, psychos, and professionals analysing the formar. Thing is, it's not fictional. It's factual.

Some of the things these men (and women) think about then eventually do to other human beings, you and l wouldn't even DREAM of. Thankfully/hopefully ..

I used to have really scary nightmares.

If l didn't fall asleep, then l probably wouldn't get there for fear of certain issues occupying my sleeping brain, but now? Oh, l can't recall most of 'em now. You'd think that after a few hours of looking at how he was tortured or she was held as a sex slave, my heading up the apples an' pears would make me feel terrifed, but no. These programmes actually give me the tools to behave in a more safe way. Strange, l know. But l feel safe within myself. Wonder how that works, huh?

Now. Please. May l be excused?

That particularly horrific one about the six year old's disappearance at a shopping mall in the early eighties is on in five minutes. Quick, it's just about to start.

Nasty business, that.

A mum took her wee lad with her to collect some daft lamps. Just inside the entrance, two teenagers were playing a computerized game, and the wee chap asked if he could stay and watch. Know it wouldn't happen now, but that's what she did, leave her only son with said boys.

Apparently, one of the security personnel was sick of the noise the guys were making and literally pulled the plug out of the wall telling the three lads to get out of the store.

As he was a well brought up, polite wee thing, he did as he was told and walked to the exit, straight into the open car door of a drugged-up monster.

Cutting this short, as mum discovered the area now empty, and security wouldn't admit what happened at that time, the wee chap sat in the passenger seat sobbing for his mummy. Weirdo got real mad, and to shut him up, punched him in his tiny stomach then pulled in to a quiet part of town, stomped on his chest, broke his neck, then just to complete this murder, he cutoff his wee head! Yep, he sure did.

Putting the tiny torso in a poly bag, he placed it in the trunk, ready to chuck in the river. As he was lighting up a cigarette, he picked up the head and flung it in the back of the car.

There was no DNA then, and if it wasn't for one particular cop who got emotionally involved to the extent of becoming quite ill throughout the following months and painstaking years, the goul wouldn't have been caught.

One of the pieces of evidence was an imprint in blood on a blanket in the back of the killers car.

It was of the little boys face ..