People You'll See In Hell

Not every hellbeast is American or Canadian. In point of fact, there are some terrible ones in Britain. The specific hellbeasts I am now exposing to the light of day are Colin Blanchard, Vanessa George, Angela Allen, Tracy Lyons and Tracy Dawber. These five denizens of hell have something especially revolting in common — their ceaseless passion for raping babies.

You read that right. Colin Blanchard and his harem of hellhound bitches are all pedophiles. It took luck and great detective work to unravel this unholy ring of pervs.

The lucky bit was that Colin Blanchard forgot to sign out of his Gmail account. On Friday, June 5, 2009, Blanchard’s business partner Noman Ahmed stopped in at the office in Trafford Park, Greater Manchester to check his emails. Colin Blanchard, an IT consultant, wasn’t there — he was off to Dubai on a business trip. He wouldn’t be back until the next day.

The name Hannibal Lecter is likely familiar to most people as a fictional character who enjoyed eating people. The name Omaima Aree Nelson is likely not so familiar to people. She is a real person who enjoyed eating … her husband.

Now I have written about pedophiles and necrophiles, murderers and rapists, and I have been disgusted and outraged by them all. Somehow Omaima Nelson has added the yecchhh factor that most of the others somehow lacked.

Californian William E. Nelson met Omaima in 1991 in a bar while playing pool. He must have thought he’d really lucked out. Omaima was an attractive, Egyptian-born former nanny and model and only 24 years old. William himself was 56 and a not-so-svelte 230 pounds.

Don’t you just hate it when, after you go through all the effort to kill your wife and bury her body, your own damn dog digs up the corpse? Michael Adamson knows what that’s like.

And it got worse for Michael Adamson because after the dog dug her up, he proudly brought Michael a souvenir of his adventure — Delphine Adamson’s hand. And don’t you know Michael Adamson had a visitor when this grisly presentation was made.

I can only imagine the conversation between the two men after that.

“Uh, Michael? Uh, what’s that your dog’s carrying in his mouth? … Is that a … a HAND? … Uh, gotta go. Bye.”

How well do any of us really know our friends? I’m sure most of us would like to think we know them very well especially if they’ve been around your family for years. Let me start my telling all of you that this is a gut wrenching story and it’s very close to my heart because it happened only about 15 miles from my home. I have gotten to know the victim’s family and they are very good people that should not be going through something like this.

This story is truly not for the faint of heart. It literally gave me nightmares so be forewarned.

To the left there is Michael Plumadore. He’s a real “stand up guy” if you ignore his assault charges and criminal record that stretch from Florida up to North Carolina, but Michael was in Fort Wayne, Indiana turning over a new leaf, and serving as a baby sitter for three young girls while their father slept before his third shift job and their mother worked through a bad Flu.

Good morning, and welcome back to pysih.com!

There’s been a brief hiatus while we sort through things and help Max and Admin get back into the swing of things. 

To that end, Cleo and I,  and I’m hoping a few others are going to jump in and become contributors. 

We hope we’ll be able to pick back up where we left off and get some of the old and new readers and writers activated and involved.

To that end, if you’re interested, post a quick comment, leave your actual email address in the hidden field of your comment and we’ll open up communications. 

That all aside, Cleo has a baker’s dozen of stories we’ll be working through over the next few weeks and I have a couple, any requests?

Don’t let the Justin Bieber haircut fool you, Mark Bedford is not the sort of person you want around your neighborhood. He’s not the sort of person you want in your town, state/province or country, and you definitely do not want to let this thing near a camera, a dog, children or a computer.