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Welcome heathens welcome to the world of the weird and unexplained. I’m your host, Nicole Delacroix and together, we will be investigating stories about the things that go bump in the night, frighteningly imagined creatures, supernatural beings and even some unsolved mysteries but I promise all sorts of weirdness. So, sit back, grab your favorite drink, and prepare to be transported to today’s dark Enigma….
And on today’s Dark enigma well, I got a listener suggestion and this one was a doozy, I’d never heard this story and wow, it blew my mind, so I hope you like it! So, with that said, we will still be playing our drinking game and as you know, the drinking game is only for those of us that are at home and have nowhere else to go tonight. The choice of libation, as always my darlings, is yours, so choose your poison accordingly… Alright, now for the game part how about every time I say victims that will be a single shot and every time I say bodies, that will be a double shot. Now that the business end is out of the way we can jump headfirst into today’s dark enigma… so don your best Rubakha or Sarafan and Poneva and let’s dive into today’s offering of Andrei Chikatilo – A Dark Story of an Evil Monster
It was late one afternoon in December 1978, in the small coal-mining town of Shakhty, southern Russia, a young woman named Svetlana sat waiting for a streetcar to take her home. As she waited in the cold, her attention was drawn to a plump young girl who stood a short distance from her. The girl, who couldn’t have been more than ten, was wearing a distinctive red coat with a hood trimmed in black fur. As further protection against the cold, she wore a brown rabbit-fur cap and a woollen scarf.
What attracted Svetlana’s attention wasn’t so much the girl or her clothing but the man she was with. He was a tall, grey-haired man in his forties wearing a long black overcoat and carrying a shopping bag. The man had a long face and nose and wore oversized glasses. It wasn’t his appearance that made her suspicious, it was the way the man was looking at the young girl and whispering to her.
