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What drives a legendary rock star to take his own life at the height of fame? Tonight, we explore the dark side of stardom as we uncover the final days of three icons who seemed to have it all. These are the shocking last moments that changed music forever.

Deep in Brooklyn's forgotten corners lurks another tale of twisted humanity. The Midnight Butcher struck like winter frost, leaving five victims arranged like broken dolls. His signature: a whispered promise carved into walls. The streets remember his shadow, even now, decades later.

In a small coastal town of Newport, Oregon, Sarah Mitchell's perfect life shattered one stormy night. Her husband's boat returned empty, but something wasn't right. The insurance policy, the mysterious phone calls, the new man in her life - everything pointed to a darker truth. But who really knew what happened that night?

Every night at 302 the scratching starts behind my bedroom wall always the same spot always three scratches then silence then three more I tried moving my bed but now it's coming from the ceiling right above my pillow getting louder closer tonight I swear I saw fingers.

The detective slides another photo across the table. I study it carefully, noting the smeared fingerprints along its edges. My throat tightens. He watches me, searching for any reaction, any tell. I keep my face neutral, my breathing steady. Not this time.

In July 1981, police entered an apartment in Milwaukee's west side. What they discovered would shock the nation. Jeffrey Dahmer, a seemingly ordinary chocolate factory worker, had turned his home into a house of horrors. America was about to meet one of its most disturbing serial killers.

En la carretera 45, cerca de medianoche, un conductor llamado Manuel Ortiz desapareció sin dejar rastro. Su camioneta quedó estacionada, motor encendido, radio funcionando. Lo único que encontraron fue su teléfono con una última llamada registrada a las 12:00, pero nadie al otro lado de la línea.

I found an old photograph in my father's study yesterday. The edges were worn, showing a group of scientists in white coats, but their faces were deliberately blurred. On the back, written in faded ink: "Project Echo, 1982. Remember to forget."