Hey there, folks! Hold onto your teddy bears because we’ve got a twisted tale that’ll make you double-check who’s taking care of your Band-Aids. 🩹 So, remember those color-coded highlighters you used to organize your school notes? Well, apparently, Nurse Lucy Letby took that idea and turned it into a criminal mastermind’s diary. I’m talking about a colour-coded system – yeah, like, “Oh, this baby, I ‘highlighted’ in pink. And that one? Oh, that’s my lovely shade of ‘oops, they’re not breathing anymore’ green.” 🤦♀️
This whole thing reads like a Scooby-Doo episode gone very, very wrong. 🐶🔍 First, Lucy got caught up in the spotlight when the death rates at the hospital she worked at started to rise. And guess what, friends? She had a diary. But not the “Dear Diary, today I ate a salad” kind. No, no. This was more like “Dear Diary, today I took another step towards becoming a supervillain. Teehee!” 😈 And oh, let’s not forget the Post-It notes! I mean, I stick those things on my fridge, but Lucy? Oh, she used them to mark her “achievements” in, you know, ending tiny lives.
Now, when the police barged into her place, I imagine they were expecting to find a normal stash of DVDs or maybe even some questionable fashion choices. But nope, they stumbled upon a treasure trove of scribbles that would put any horror movie to shame. She had handover sheets (not the cozy bedtime kind, trust me) and even resuscitation notes! Because, why not? Just in case you need a refresher on how to bring someone back after you’ve done your best to, uh, send them off.
But here’s the kicker: Lucy had this whole code going on, like she was some twisted Shakespeare writing secret death messages. 🖋️🩸 She’d put asterisks and other doodles in her diary that basically screamed, “Hey, guess what, I’m not just a nurse; I’m a cold-hearted baby-harvesting machine!” And even after she got busted once, she didn’t put the brakes on her little diary confessions. Nope, she kept on writing like her life depended on it. Which, I guess, it kinda did, considering the lives she was playing with.
And get this – there were notes that said stuff like “I am evil, I did this.” Talk about self-awareness! 🙅♀️ She straight-up admitted she wasn’t winning any “Nurse of the Year” awards anytime soon. But wait, there’s more: she had notes declaring love for a doctor colleague. Like, how romantic, right? “Roses are red, violets are blue, I killed babies, and I’m infatuated with you.” 😍
Fast forward to her trial, where she pulled the old “I’m just a paper enthusiast” card. 📚 Yeah, sure, Lucy, because we all know how collecting paper is a totally legitimate hobby. I mean, forget stamps, let’s collect handover sheets detailing the unfortunate demise of innocent infants. What a conversation starter at parties! 🎉
In the end, this nurse gave a whole new meaning to “Code Blue.” 🚑 And guess what? She’s now in the same club as infamous names like Rose West, Joanna Dennehy, and Myra Hindley, all with a shiny “whole life tariff.” And you know what they say: the diary is mightier than the sword… especially when you’re using it to track your trail of chaos and carnage. 💀😱
So, next time you’re at the hospital, folks, make sure to give your nurse an extra friendly smile. Or, you know, just smile anyway because, well, they’re taking care of you and not, well, color-coding your doom. 🏥😄Hey there, folks! Hold onto your teddy bears because we’ve got a twisted tale that’ll make you double-check who’s taking care of your Band-Aids. 🩹 So, remember those color-coded highlighters you used to organize your school notes? Well, apparently, Nurse Lucy Letby took that idea and turned it into a criminal mastermind’s diary. I’m talking about a colour-coded system – yeah, like, “Oh, this baby, I ‘highlighted’ in pink. And that one? Oh, that’s my lovely shade of ‘oops, they’re not breathing anymore’ green.” 🤦♀️
This whole thing reads like a Scooby-Doo episode gone very, very wrong. 🐶🔍 First, Lucy got caught up in the spotlight when the death rates at the hospital she worked at started to rise. And guess what, friends? She had a diary. But not the “Dear Diary, today I ate a salad” kind. No, no. This was more like “Dear Diary, today I took another step towards becoming a supervillain. Teehee!” 😈 And oh, let’s not forget the Post-It notes! I mean, I stick those things on my fridge, but Lucy? Oh, she used them to mark her “achievements” in, you know, ending tiny lives.
Now, when the police barged into her place, I imagine they were expecting to find a normal stash of DVDs or maybe even some questionable fashion choices. But nope, they stumbled upon a treasure trove of scribbles that would put any horror movie to shame. She had handover sheets (not the cozy bedtime kind, trust me) and even resuscitation notes! Because, why not? Just in case you need a refresher on how to bring someone back after you’ve done your best to, uh, send them off.
But here’s the kicker: Lucy had this whole code going on, like she was some twisted Shakespeare writing secret death messages. 🖋️🩸 She’d put asterisks and other doodles in her diary that basically screamed, “Hey, guess what, I’m not just a nurse; I’m a cold-hearted baby-harvesting machine!” And even after she got busted once, she didn’t put the brakes on her little diary confessions. Nope, she kept on writing like her life depended on it. Which, I guess, it kinda did, considering the lives she was playing with.
And get this – there were notes that said stuff like “I am evil, I did this.” Talk about self-awareness! 🙅♀️ She straight-up admitted she wasn’t winning any “Nurse of the Year” awards anytime soon. But wait, there’s more: she had notes declaring love for a doctor colleague. Like, how romantic, right? “Roses are red, violets are blue, I killed babies, and I’m infatuated with you.” 😍
Fast forward to her trial, where she pulled the old “I’m just a paper enthusiast” card. 📚 Yeah, sure, Lucy, because we all know how collecting paper is a totally legitimate hobby. I mean, forget stamps, let’s collect handover sheets detailing the unfortunate demise of innocent infants. What a conversation starter at parties! 🎉
In the end, this nurse gave a whole new meaning to “Code Blue.” 🚑 And guess what? She’s now in the same club as infamous names like Rose West, Joanna Dennehy, and Myra Hindley, all with a shiny “whole life tariff.” And you know what they say: the diary is mightier than the sword… especially when you’re using it to track your trail of chaos and carnage. 💀😱
So, next time you’re at the hospital, folks, make sure to give your nurse an extra friendly smile. Or, you know, just smile anyway because, well, they’re taking care of you and not, well, color-coding your doom. 🏥😄