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My Ride with a Serial Killer Couple in Hawaii

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11 Responses to “My Ride with a Serial Killer Couple in Hawaii”

  1. MH says:

    Then she probably started sobbing “I can’t do it anymore… we’ll find something else to eat… they look so YOUNG!”

    …I could make a good story out of that… hmm.

  2. Mike Fook says:

    So, here’s the thing… there was a strangler on the loose at this time that we had no idea about. The victim in this article says he was 43. No name or photo of the guy though because he was suspected after leading police to the dead body of a girl…

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honolulu_Strangler

    Damn. That makes it a lot more real.

  3. DM says:

    wow. never heard that story. that’s some serious stuff.

    • MikeFook says:

      There’s nothing quite like realizing that the guy driving the car is going to either:

      1. abduct you
      2. abduct you and kill you
      3. abduct, torture, and kill you

      My next step after screaming stop the fucking car was to put him in a headlock from behind and crash the fucking car…

      • DM says:

        I have no doubt in my mind that you would have killed him if need-be. i’ve seen your anger and it’s nothing i’d want to be the object of…

        • MikeFook says:

          i guess I’ve toned down quite a bit… after meditation. I can let it rage on, or, change it to drop it completely – and it’s just seconds between the extremes. Still, the one thing that gets me? Put my family or me in harm because of your stupidity. I’ll rip your brain out through your eyeholes without a second thought. This is one problem in Thailand… Thai drivers are in a different class altogether. Ultra-horrorshow.

  4. Mj1 says:

    I live on oahu and right before I read this I read the story of the strangler… Gave me chills!!! Creepy!

  5. Shay Manumaleuna says:

    First of all what really got my attention was that you lived at Hickam Air Force base! I also lived there at the time mentioned but I was only 2 years old. Also you say your friend left to Kentucky, was his name Danny orcutt? Just wondering because my baby brother was conceived at the time when his father left from Hickam Air Force base same year you mentioned to Kentucky also!

    Any ways aside from all my questions”/ I have to say while I was reading this story my guts started twisting up in my stomach! It was literally sore! The details were chilling!! I too have been through a similar situation!! It was in Texas though. I ran away to Texas at the age if 15 years old because I was another foster kid in Hawaii being mistreated. So I went to Texas to be with my biological father who had really never even showed any real interest in me ever, but hey I figured gotta be better than foster home after foster home right? Wrong! My dad kicked me out in less than a month because his girlfriend just couldn’t stand the fact we were his kids from other women! And she hated that we were starting to actually create a father daughter bond. Believe it or not its not the first time my dad has done that for her! My oldest half brother and sister came to live with him in Hawaii they came from Texas to live with him and was sent packing by the evil stepmother!

    Long story short, I ended up living on the streets of Dallas and thank god I met a friend a boy named Hugo who was also 15 at the time, we were by this motel not to far from his grandmas house we were seeking food and shelter. I was so tired that he actually let me lay my head in his lap so that I could sleep while he stayed up and guarded me! While I was trying to get comfortable I noticed one of the room doors were slightly open, which was strange being that we were in Dallas Texas! I mean the crime in the area was so bad I’m still wondering how I’m alive today! Anyways as we were just about to check on what was going on I mean we agreed if we find the place to be empty we would close the door or if we found someone in there maybe asleep, we would let them know that they should make sure their doors were secure!

    So as we are walking towards the door a man comes rushing out from the room next door greeting us real nice. He was white late 30′s to early 40′s he was drinking and seemed nice. We explained that we though it was weird that that motel room door was open. Then he skipped over and closed it real quick and told us that that was one of his buddy’s rooms and they were drunk and asleep! As we were about to leave he started making conversation with us and we kinda let him know our situation and he kept trying to get us to stay with him in his room, but we politely declined. Then he asked my friend Hugo if he could get em some weed he would pay us!! And we were like oh hell yea food money!!!!! So we jumped in his huge Van. Hugo sat in the passengers seat and I sat in the back where it freaked me out a bit because it was practically empty no seats NOTHING except tools! So as we were on our little 3 min ride to Hugo’s friends house to get that weed the man stopped at whataburger to get us some food, but we didn’t touch it yet because Hugo wanted to just get it done and part ways! So as we pulled up to the apartments were Hugo’s friend lived I of coarse was not going to stay in the car with this strange man alone!! So I squeezed between the drivers seat and passengers seat to get out with Hugo and the man was trying to stop me and Hugo bought out his knife and the man backed off saying isn’t she hungry I figured she would like to eat! And Hugo said we will be back! Have the money ready! So we were unable to get him anything from that apartment complex so we were gonna take him to one down the road. We got back in and I asked for my food because I was starving I though I could get a few bites in before the next stop. Then something happens one of the reasons I KNOW GOD EXIST!!! My soda falls over and spills all over the back of the van! So I tell Hugo please can I have your soda? And Hugo of coarse gives it to me, then almost immediately after I drink it I get real woosey almost like I’ve been drinking all night! Then at this time the man is getting irritated I thought it was because I spilled the drink. So we get to the next and final stop and he wasn’t trying to let us out at first he was just circling the parking lot and seeming real agitated and I mention to Hugo I felt sick and needed to get out! So the man let us out and as we were walking away…….we looked back and saw the man slamming his head on his steering wheel and dashboard and hitting himself! Hugo told me don’t look back!!!! Just keep walking! We both knew we had escaped an evil fate! We realized that he had drugged Hugo’s drink and most likely had drugged mine also because the drink that dried up on my pants dried up white! And I was totally out of it for a bit afterwards! The man waited and drove around the parking lot for hours until Hugo and his friends went out and threatened him to never come back! Then a few days later some friends we were talking to mentions to us that there was a murder over at the exact motel that we met the man at! I can’t remember the name of the hotel but I do remember it was right next to a place called Bone Daddy’s in spring valley.

    My conclusion is that he was obviously thinking we were like transients or something and was trying to drug Hugo being that Hugo was In great shape and could have took the man down if needed! Hugo seemed older than his age in every aspect. But till today I find myself guessing what he would have done to us!!! I got chills the whole time I was writing you my story. Sorry if I was kinda all over the place, but I’m not much of a writer obviously!

    By the way I was hoping to hear at the end of your story that you married that woman!!

  6. MikeFook says:

    Hi Shay,

    That is an AMAZING story. Thanks for writing it out. I could follow it. Must be something for you to remember the experience. That is some seriously scary stuff. I’ve never been drugged, but it would be a very bad situation. Luckily you were able to escape, the spider damn near had you in the web!

    No, my friend was named Scott Jenkins…

    I did marry that girl. We moved to New York City where she modeled for one of the top agencies (Zoli). They gave us an apartment on the West Side and she traveled all over the world. She had a mental breakdown of some sort, and we divorced 2.5 yrs. later. Such is life… Don’t marry too young man!

    Thanks again for your story.

    MF

  7. Mj1 says:

    Yea write about it soon I want to read it! Love to hear stories about this place!

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