The Imagine you met someone who says they've always dreamed of being a filmmaker,

a storyteller who captures the complexities of human emotion on screen.

Sounds harmless, right? Now imagine that same person is also spending their free time writing a play-by-play of how they'd like to kill someone,

and they're doing it with the same enthusiasm as someone planning a surprise party. Not so harmless

anymore. Mark Twitchell wanted to be the next

Spielberg, or maybe the next Dexter Morgan. Honestly, it's hard to tell where his cinematic

aspirations stopped and his obsession with murder began. He didn't just blur the lines between

fiction and reality. He bulldozed them, set them on fire, and filmed it.

Along the way, he crafted a plot line so twisted it would have made Hollywood executives cringe.

It's got everything, fake identities, secret emails, a mysterious garage, and a hockey mask.

Yes, there was a hockey mask. What starts as a quirky story about an aspiring filmmaker

quickly descends into something much darker.

And somewhere in the middle of this chaos is a guy who just thought he was showing up for a date.

Today we're diving into the case of Mark Twitchell,

the self-proclaimed Dexter Killer, who took method acting and DIY filmmaking

to horrifying extremes. You will not believe where this story goes, or how far one man is

willing to go to live out his darkest fantasies. But before we get into that story, if you

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10 minute murder mark twitchell fancied himself a visionary, the kind of filmmaker who wasn't afraid to explore

the darker corners of human nature.

The problem was he didn't stop at storytelling.

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