Dollar Store Killers

A chemical cone.

Take one dog cone and a gallon of bleach.

Put the dog cone around their neck.

Pour in the bleach. Cost a gallon.

7.25

Screw you.

You take one cork screw.

Attach the pointing hand to a ratchet.

Drive into their scull?

Crank repeatedly.

You wouldn't believe it.

7 dollars.

You may have read about this online

or seen other videos on the subject

and you know, you might have already made up your mind,

but I'm hoping that you will take the time to watch this.

This is not for the faint of heart.

We're gonna be looking into some troubling subjects

and showing some disturbing images

that you may find triggering.

All I'm asking is for you to keep an open mind.

For 20 years. I sat behind a desk bringing you the news,

but the way people get their news has changed.

So I decided to leave the desk behind

and find the real stories.

You want to know?

Wake up motherfuckers who's ready

for a good old fashioned reckoning.

Huh? How about a David?

How you feeling? Well, we got lined up for Dave.

Oh, no, no, you're gonna like this. Trust me.

Sodium hypo chloride, sodium, chlorine, oxygen,

most commonly known as household bleach.

You see, when sodium hydrochloride comes in contact

with human skin causes hydrolysis reaction

kill cells through protein denaturations.

It'll basically eat away at the top layer of the skin,

but it really gets messy

and it comes in contact

with more sensitive tissues like the eyes

or the respiratory system.

20 minutes later.

That sounds painful.

It is.

It is almost like you shouldn't expose

people to shit like this.

Terribly irresponsible.

Y'all need to mess and we're here to clean it up.

Damn that shit stinks.

So something interesting happened to me today.

I got a DM from someone claiming

to be the Dollar store killers.

You wanna know why, Ethan?

What are you doing?

I wanted to ask you some questions.

Why do you have to videotape everything all the time?

- Posterity. What's your name? - You know my name Dexy?

Well, you gotta let the audience know.

Laura Dorothy Lee,

When you were a kid, would you wanna grow up to be.

Told my mama, when I was real young, I wanted

to be a dog doctor.

I could never say veterinarian.

Best I could get out was veta-naron.

So I just settled on dog doctor.

Eventually I decided that I wanted to be a teacher.

Why.

Well, my mama and granny, they were,

they were both teachers.

They loved it. Said it was their calling.

So I figured it'd be mine too.

Then I got pregnant and I knew what I was meant to be.

And that was a mom.

Okay, stop, stop, stop. I don't want people seeing like.

You're beautiful.

- I look like hell, Dixie. - Mom, stop it.

This isn't how I want you to remember me.

How do you wanna be remembered?

Before I got sick,

when I didn't look like death

and there was still some light in my eyes.

I think you look amazing.

You look like someone's still fighting.

I'm tired of fighting Dixie.

I know you don't want to hear it.

Doctors keep saying you gotta stay positive.

But I don't know how much fight I've got.

Left in me.

Laura Dorothy Lee passed June 13th, 2024.

Harrison Memorial Gates Hospital.

- Hello? - Hey, you sent me an email.

Holy shit. Ethan does wanna know.

Language.

- Is this for real or. - As real as it gets.

Okay, so who am I speaking with?

Who do you think?

Well, it seems like you are inferring

that you are the dollar store killers.

I'm inferring. You sure love those big words.

- So are you? - Yes sir, we are.

I'm guessing you got questions.

- Why are you doing this? - Can I trust you Ethan?

Of course.

You're not gonna hang up and call the cops.

No. Why did you reach out to me?

- Did you watch the video? - Of course.

Then you should already know the answer.

I don't think I understand the connection.

I know, but you gotta do something for me first.

What's that?

This one hit different.

I mean it's, it's, it's a story impossible to ignore.

But there are so many red flags. The subject matter for one.

It's not political or cultural.

People are dying.

Maybe we'll see.

I have been given an invitation to explore the truth

behind something tragic.

Logic, reason, a common fucking sense.

None of that is greater than my morbid curiosity.

Polly. A forgotten whisper on the map.

I drove for hours following a digital ghost trail

to land in this time capsule.

Here time seems to move to the rhythm of crickets chirping,

not the relentless ping of notifications.

Generations have carved their lives into these hills.

Their stories etched deeper than any cell

phone signal can reach.

There's a quiet resilience here too.

A sense of community that transcends the virtual.

The kind of small town mindset

where the people look out for each other.

A safety net woven from trust, not likes and followers.

But beneath the surface of this quaint charm,

there's a more sinister story playing out.

This is it.

Are you sure about this, Ethan?

Yeah. Not even a little.

Hold on.

Oh man. Whatcha you even doing? There's no one there.

That's shit. Oh fuck, dude. I'm so.

Fucking fucked.

- Jesus. -That was stupid.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. - Dude, what the hell?

I'm sorry, Ethan. I'm sorry.

You really thought we'd invite you

out here just to kill you. I

I Don't know.

Ethan.

Okay,

So what's your first question?

Well, where are we?

My family's campground.

I'm sorry. How do we know that this is you?

Like how do I know that this is real?

You want proof?

You need to establish a few basic truths.

You know, for me, for the audience,

credibility is kind of everything.

I mean, your videos, these are not the actions

of someone attempting to lay low. So if it is you,

- It is, - Okay.

Well how do we prove that?

So who is the woman in the video?

- Not yet. - I'm sorry.

We're not at that part of the story yet. We'll get there.

Okay. Why are you doing this?

Which part? The killing or the videos?

Both.

Attention.

Well, there are easier ways to get attention.

Not the kind of attention we're looking for.

- I'm not sure that I follow. - I know that's by design.

If we made it easy, nobody would give a shit.

You need a hook. You know, something

that gets people interested right away,

but you can't give them too much.

You gotta keep 'em wanting more.

Then right

before they start losing interest,

you give them just a little bit more.

- So this is all a plan? - Yes, sir.

And am I part of that plan?

You absolutely are.

You might be the most important part of it.

- Why is that? - Because you're gonna be the

one to tell our story.

- Come on. - Where are we going?

Sayed you wanted proof?

- Do we keep going? - Yes, come on.

Coming?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're coming. We're coming. Sorry.

I'm good. I'm good. Thank you. Thank you. Yeah.

I don't know if the YouTube camera's really built

for dark wet caves.

Thanks man.

What exactly are we looking at?

Proof.

Who is it? He was the first.

But who is he?