Crime, conspiracy, cults, serial killers, and murder, and TikTok.
Of all things, all things that I love to consume and I know you do too, you sick, beautiful intellectual.
Let me try that again.
And I know you do too, you sick, beautiful, intellectual-minded freak.
There we go, much better.
And we are talking about just that, specifically TikTok and murder.
I'm going to tell you three stories about three TikTokers that went from dancing behind their phones to dancing in jail cells.
All three of these stories are vastly different and very interesting to say the least.
One of them happened only a couple weeks ago.
So let's unbuckle our seatbelts, go Mach 5 down the highway, slam on the brakes and bust through this windshield and into these TikTok crime cases together.
We're going to be starting out with Claire Miller.
It was the kind of night where everything felt eerily calm, where the silence in the suburbs was almost stifling.
Underneath that stillness, in a modest home in Lancaster Pennsylvania, Claire Miller was about to make a phone call that would shatter that serenity forever.
Her voice, trembling and panicked, echoed through the phone as she spoke to the 911 dispatcher, and the clock read 1 0 8 am.
So let's talk about Claire's backstory.
Claire Miller was just like any other teenager in many ways.
14 years old, a sophomore in high school, and glued to her phone as you do.
And she found solace in the world of TikTok.
What a loser.
Just kidding.
Under the name Spirit and Such Consulting, she had cultivated a following in the tens of thousands posting lip syncs, quirky dance routines and videos that showcased a girl who, on the surface, appeared carefree and playful.
But the screen concealed what lay behind her smiling selfies, and perfectly timed TikTok trends.
And her family was unique to say the least.
Her sister, Helen, had cerebral palsy and was bound to a wheelchair.
Helen required constant care and, as a result, much of the family's time and energy revolved around her.
Claire, while loving her sister, often found herself in the background.
Her role as the able-bodied sibling felt at times like a supporting character in somebody else's life, a life dominated by caregiving and silent sacrifices.
And Helen was 19 years old at the time.
And Claire's TikTok was her escape.
It was her platform and her space to be seen, to be the center of attention.
Although she did sometimes put her sister in her TikToks and people really loved that as well.
So even then, some of the spotlight was being taken away from Claire, but TikTok still gave her a sense of validation that she didn't feel at home.
But the more time Claire spent on TikTok, the further she drifted from people around her.
Her parents noticed a Sounds like just a typical teenage girl to me personally.
But there were whispers in her family about her self-isolation.
But Claire kind of kept her feelings bottled up and just pushed them aside and didn't really tell anybody about anything.
And to forget everything, she would just hit the record on her phone.
And to her growing number of followers, Claire just seemed like any other teen navigating the complexities of adolescence.
But as her online persona grew brighter, her real world self began to fade.
Underneath the lighthearted TikToks was a girl who felt increasingly alone, suffocated with the weight of her role in her family and her own internal turmoil.
And in the months leading up to the incident, Claire's TikTok posts became stranger and more cryptic.
Some of her videos hinted a deeper emotional struggle.
Her playful dance routines interrupted by dark, almost haunting lyrics.
And her followers did comment on it.
But most just brush it aside as like a typical teenaged angst, which I see on TikTok all the time.
It's very hard to spot, you know, who's angsty and who's gonna murder one of their family members.
But the true depths of pain and anger would only become evident later on, on the night of February 22nd 2021 to be specific.
So on that night, Claire was feeling very restless, haunted by nightmares and weird visions of people talking to her in her sleep, almost like demons of sorts that she claims.
And that would cause her to get up in the middle of the night and walk over to her sister's room Helen, who was peacefully sleeping in her bedroom.
And no one knows exactly what was racing through Claire's mind in those moments before she picked up the knife.
No one can truly understand the exact emotions that twisted through her as she stood over her sleeping sister.
Was it Anger, was it jealousy or desperation?
We don't know and we probably won't ever know.
But in a flash of violence, Claire's world would change forever.
She would bring down the knife on herself. and she would stab her to death.
And after the attack, Claire just stood there, breathless.
Her body moved on almost an autopilot as she grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
And her voice cracked as she told the dispatcher the unthinkable.
I killed my sister."
And there was no attempt to flee, no grand cover up, just a chilling confession and desperate plea for help.
And when the police arrived, Clara was outside, her hands and clothes wet with her own sister's blood, and her face was just just masked with shock, as though she herself couldn't fully comprehend what she had just done.
And inside the house, officers found Helen deceased.
It was much too late to save her life, unfortunately.
And news of the murder quickly spread, drawing attention from across the nation.
Claire Miller wasn't just any teenager.
She was a TikTok personality.
Her account, Spirits and Such Consulting had grown in the aftermath of the crime as well, with thousands more flocking to her page, which is so fucked up, searching for answers in her videos.
But even her, her following count grew like enormously, which is strange.
But the comment sections were flooded with disbelief, speculation and just morbid curiosity.
How could a girl who had posted dance videos, harmless dance videos and TikTok trends be capable of such violence and at such a young age as well?
And Claire's arrest and trial became a media spectacle, not just because of the brutality of the crime, but because of the complexity of her mental state during the crime.
She was only 14 years old but was being charged as an adult under Pennsylvania law, as an adult with homicide.
Her arrangement is soon at a local district justice office.
So the courtroom was just filled with tension that weighed on everyone who watched the proceedings unfold.
And Claire's defense team argued that she was mentally ill, suffering from severe psychological distress that clouded her judgment of the night of the murder.
But psychiatrists would examine her combing through her mind for answers, but the results were inconclusive.
While it was clear she was deeply disturbed.
She wasn't considered legally insane at the time of the crime.
And as the defense lawyer pushed for her case to be transferred to juvenile court, Claire would just sit quietly, her face in a blank slate, as if the enormity of her actions hadn't fully sunk in.
But despite the psychological evaluations and countless court hearings, the motive behind Claire's actions remained murky.
She never provided a clear reason for why she had killed Helen, her sister.
And any details from her mental health evaluations were kept private, leaving the public just to speculate on their own.
So was it the strain of caring for her sister, the pressure of adolescence compounded by TikTok fame, or something even deeper hidden beneath the layers of emotional trauma?
Again, we'll probably never know.
So in March of 2023, Claire Miller pleaded guilty to third degree murder.
And the court determined while she was mentally injured, ill, she was not legally insane.
So she was sentenced to a prison term ranging from 12 and a half to 40 years.
And her TikTok account, once a source of pride and validation, had been removed from the platform.
But not before it had amassed a larger following in the wake of the tragedy.
And this raised unsettling questions about the role social media played in her life and the lives of countless other teens navigating their formative years under the scrutiny of a virtual audience.
And Claire would also petition to have her case moved to juvenile court, but it was declined in July of 2022.
But yeah, I mean, that's the story of Claire Miller and it's so devastating and sad and it's kind of unnerving not to know exactly why it happened.
I mean, clearly she was disturbed and not in her right mind, but I don't know.
I just, it's just a whole, it's nightmare fuel.
But that brings us to our next TikToker, Marianne Oliver Snowe.
So the living room was warm, a soft glow from the TV flickering across the faces of Helen Hastings and Mary Ann Oliver Snow.
Around them.
Laughter filled the air as a group of friends gathered on a lazy Houston evening watching an episode of Gotham.
Bottles of vodka and Dr Pepper sat half empty on the table, mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke in the air.
The camaraderie was palpable, the kind only found in close-knit circles of young adults who shared a love for the same odd, dark worlds anime, cosplay and the bizarre characters of video games.
And Marianne, known online to thousands as Yondir Freak or Snow the Salt Queen, was the undeniable star of the room.
Draped in her usual cosplay-inspired clothing.
She gestured excitedly at the TV and said I've got a gun like that.
And she would laugh drunkenly.
The others laughed too, none of them realizing that what began as a joke would soon turn into a nightmare.
And Helen Hastings was one of the friends in the room with Marianne.
Helen at the time was 18 years old and brimming with potential.
She was on her break from freshman year at Oberlin College.
A brilliant line caught between the disciplines of art, psychology and neurobiology.
Helen truly had a future that was boundless.
And her passion for creativity stretched beyond the classroom, spilling into the colorful, chaotic world of cosplay.
And it was here in the subculture, where people became someone or something else, that Helen found an outlet for her imagination and a community that welcomed her in all her uniqueness.
And among her friends in Houston, Marianne was one of the closest.
And despite the five-year age gap, their shared love of cosplay, dark humor, and anime bonded them.
And Marianne had become somewhat of an online sensation, amassing thousands of followers on TikTok for her portrayal of intricate, often sinister characters, and Helen admired that about her.
But beyond the cosplay costumes and playful online personas, Helen faced her own battles behind the bright smile and creative mind.
She struggled with anxiety and depression and cosplay offered her that escape.
But sometimes even the costumes couldn't keep that darkness at bay.
And for Marianne, cosplay was more than just a hobby.
It was a way to express parts of herself that otherwise felt disconnected.
And her online persona, Yandere Freak, was infamous for embracing characters who walked the line between innocence and malevolence.
One of her most notable cosplays was Junko Enoshima, or Inoshima.
Sorry if I'm saying that wrong.
A character from the game Danganronpa.
Also sorry if I'm saying that wrong.
A villain with a penchant for chaos, danger, and manipulation.
And the blurred line between Marianne's online identity and her real self was becoming more apparent to those around her.
The characters she embodies were often really dark, chaotic figures.
And there were moments when her friends wondered if Snow knew where the act ended and where her true self began.
Method with it.
But no one really dared speak about it.
Everybody kind of walked on eggshells around her because of her internet fame.
And then the night of January 17th, 2021 would come around.
And it started like any other casual night among friends.
Helen and Marianne, along with a few other friends gathered at Snow's place watching Gotham and sipping vodka with Dr Pepper.
Gross.
And the show's dark, moody themes were a perfect backdrop to their shared love of sinister characters.
And as the night wore on, the alcohol flowed more freely.
That's never good.
And the group naturally became And at some point, the conversation shifted to props.
And Marianne, excited by the gun used in the show, mentioned that she had a real firearm.
One that her ex-boyfriend had left behind.
But the gun wasn't loaded.
She assured her friends that he had removed the magazine.
Not people's magazine or something like that.
There's a thing that goes in the gun that has the bullets in it.
She said it was removed.
So there was no danger and no reason to worry, as snow aimed it playfully at all of her friends.
It's just the biggest no-no in the in the world, but she was mimicking the characters on the TV show.
And Helen, always one for adventure, joked along with the rest, reportedly saying ooh, do me next, do me next.
Her words were filled with humor, the kind that made sense in the context of the night.
Friends just playing pretend, just like in their cosplays.
But the next moment wasn't pretend, because when Snow pulled the trigger, a deafening crack would split the air and the laughter would die immediately.
A single bullet unseen but very, very real was chambered in the gun and it struck helen in the head and she would collapse to the floor immediately and the room would turn into cold and shock.
The laughter and joking dissipated in an instant and was replaced with sound of frantic shouts, hands trembling, as they tried to stop the bleeding in helen's head.
Someone would actually grab a stuffed animal and try to stop the bleeding, but unfortunately it was futile.
And as panic just swept the room, someone fumbled on their phone and dialed 911.
Their voice barely audible through the sobs.
And Marianne Snow just stood frozen, her face masked with disbelief.
And she would say, I thought it wasn't loaded.
And she just kept repeating this over and over, as though the words could somehow undo what just happened.
It just that paramedics would arrive within minutes, rushing Helen to the hospital where she was placed on life support.
And for two days, her family and friends held onto hope, praying for a miracle.
But on January 19th 2021, after doctors confirmed there was no chance of recovery, And in the weeks that followed, Marianne would be charged with manslaughter.
And the prosecution argued that Snow had acted recklessly, handling a deadly weapon under the influence without checking if it was truly safe, which is 100 true and inacceptable and unacceptable.
And Marianne's defense was rooted in the idea that it was an accident and it was a tragic mistake, which all would like to assume that that is the case, and i'm sure it is.
She had been told that the gun was unloaded and she had no intention of harming her friend and, as a case unfolded, questions of negligence and responsibility filled the courtroom.
Could someone be held accountable for such a horrific accident when they truly believed there was no danger?
Where did the line between innocent mistake and criminal behavior fall?
And for her part, marianne showed deep, deep remorse, cooperating law enforcement.
But the case was far from simple.
And as of the last reports, Snow had not yet entered a formal plea.
And the legal battle ahead was murky as it often is in cases of accidental death.
And in the aftermath of Helen's death, Marianne's online persona came under intense scrutiny.
Known for embodying dark, villainous characters or followers now questioned at the line between snow's real life and her cosplays had been blurred beyond recognition.
She continued to post online though, and her tick tock and instagram pages were still active, but the content struck many as inappropriate given the gravity of the situation, which is fair.
Read the room pretty easy.
Videos portraying violent themes and dark humor that once felt like an extension of her cosplay now seemed very chilling, raising ethical questions about the behavior of influencers in the wake of tragedy.
Like was she grieving or hiding behind her online identity to avoid facing reality of what happened?
I don't know.
And the cosplay community was just like split in half after this happened.
Some members expressed sorrow, standing by Snow, understanding that it had been an accident, and others were less forgiving, seeing the accident as a failure of responsibility, which I mean, you know.
It's both, in my opinion.
So Oliver Snow has been free on bond since the manslaughter charge. on January 18th, 2021.
And they were indicted by Harris County Grand Jury on second degree murder felony manslaughter charge in April 2021 and remained free on bail pending trial.
And despite the events that occurred, like I said, she remained active on TikTok until they made their account private in response to all the backlash in the cosplay community.
And upon their return to Instagram.
Cosplaying communities don't seem to take the return too lightly there either.
A lot of people are seeing it as like disrespect.
And Oliver Snow was allowed to post bail and was ordered to stay in the state afterwards.
However, court records indicate that Oliver Snow violated the terms of their bond throughout August of that year, missing a pretrial date related to the case, violating curfew and allowing the battery on the GPS tracking device on her to die.
Nevertheless, the influencer appears to have been permitted to remain within the state, as they continue to create online content even after everything that happened.
So yeah, that one is like a toss up.
Like, obviously it's.
I mean, you'd hope that it was just a horrible accident, but the way that they acted afterwards was strange, I guess, but I don't know.
Like everyone acts different after after tragedy.
Some people just want to go through their lives like nothing ever happened.
And everybody deals with it differently.
So I'm not here to judge or anything like that.
I'm just kind of saying the story.
But yeah, that one's kind of still up in the air.
But that brings us to our final one, which has been extremely recently.
And that is Terryon Thomas, aka Mr. Prada.
So the night was too quiet for a city like Baton Rouge, and yet the sound of rubber soles dragging across a concrete floor echoed in the dimly lit hallway of Terryon Thomas's apartment building.
His hands slick with sweat, struggled to grip the corners of the heavy tarp that concealed the lifeless form inside.
His breath came in short, frantic bursts.
His eyes darted to the stairwell, then back to the mess he had made.
He hadn't planned for this.
Not tonight.
Not like this.
But nothing had gone according to plan since he became Mr. Prada.
So Terryon Thomas never set out to be famous, at least not famous like this.
Growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
He was just another young man with dreams of making it out, of being seen or of being somebody.
His family loved him.
Sure, but love wasn't enough to fill the gnawing void inside of him, the same void that pushed him to upload his first TikTok video.
And the platform was perfect for him, quick, effortless, and flashy.
His early content was simple, recreations of trending challenges, meme dances, and lip syncs.
And his profile grew steadily, and so did the praise.
Tarion became Mr. Prada.
The nickname an ironic twist.
He had never owned anything from Prada, but his online persona oozed a confidence that screamed luxury.
And it wasn't long before people started to recognize him on the street, greeting him with laughter and inside jokes from his videos.
But as his follower count skyrocketed, so did the pressure to keep producing.
And the love was addictive, but fleeting as well.
His new fans wanted more and demanded more.
One viral video wasn't enough.
They wanted daily doses of Mr. Prada.
Fresh content, wittier jokes, edgier stunts.
And when the content wasn't new enough, the trolls would come out.
The fucking trolls just up the side of the bridge.
And the turning point came when well-known TikToker called him out for stealing his content.
And the video went viral, more viral than any of his.
And a side-by-side comparison of one of Tarion's popular posts.
Next to the original's, creator's work was mass spread.
And it was bad.
It was literally the exact same.
And Tarion tried to laugh it off, tried to act like it didn't matter.
He posted a video of himself looking smug, declaring, Mr. Prada, unbothered.
Y'all still watching me?
And his fans laughed and the views rolled it.
But behind the scenes, the comments were cutting deeper.
Words like fake, unoriginal, copycat flooded his notifications.
And the memes mocking his work ethic spread faster than his own videos.
And with each hateful comment, something inside Tarion shifted.
His once carefree smile turned into something darker and something a lot more desperate.
The fame he had once craved now felt like a noose tightening around his neck.
And in a last ditch effort to reinvent himself, he posted increasingly erratic content.
He shaved his head on camera, claimed he was done with TikTok, only to return hours later.
Then came the cryptic videos shots of his empty apartment, shadows flickering in the corners, and the infamous post would later come back to haunt him.
Practicing for my mugshot.
His audience was amused by it, and no one really took him seriously when they probably should have.
So Tarion's transformation was almost complete, though no one could have guessed where he was headed.
The lines between his TikTok persona and his real life started to get blurred.
The attention both feeding and poisoning him.
He wasn't Mr. Prada anymore, not even Tarion Thomas.
He was a mess of insecurities ego, anger and barely held together by the flickering light of his phone screen.
So it was the evening of September 28th 2024, and the air outside Tarion's apartment was thick with humidity, a suffocating weight that pressed against the windows.
And inside, the lights flickered, casting eerie shadows to that danced across the walls.
And Tarion paced to the floor, the sound of his footsteps quickening with each turn.
And then there was a knock at the door.
William Nicholas Abraham had just arrived.
What brought him there that night was a mystery.
Perhaps an old grudge, perhaps something more sinister?
Whatever the reason, William's presence in Tarion's apartment would soon take a increasingly paranoid in the weeks leading up to the murder.
Every glance from a stranger, every whisper felt like a threat.
His online persona had consumed him and now, offline, he didn't know who he could trust.
He had lost friends, distanced himself from family and spent more and more time locked in his apartment, where the walls seemed to close in in a little tighter each day.
And William entered that night without a struggle.
At first, their conversation was strained, but civil.
They talked about TikTok and the pressures of maintaining a brand, but as the night wore on, something shifted.
Maybe it was the lingering tension, or maybe it was the way William looked at him, like he was just another washed up TikToker waiting to be forgotten.
I've gotten that look before.
But the details of the murder remained fuzzy, obscured by Tarion's frantic, broken recollection.
But what is clear is that in a fit of rage, Tarion snapped.
The apartment's walls bore witness to the struggle.
Bloodstains splattering across the stark white paint and William's body, laid crumpled on the floor, lifeless.
And the quiet that followed was deafening.
Tarion stood over William, his chest heaving blood, staining his hands, and his mind just raced, replaying the scenes in slow motion in his head.
But there was really no making sense of it.
And Tarion's next moves were completely fueled by panic.
He would drag william's body across the floor, leaving a blood trail in his wake, and he grabbed a tarp where he found it.
He said he couldn't remember and he tried to wrap the body as fast as he could with his hands shaking.
He had no plan, no strategy, only a desperate need to do what needed to be done, and security footage would later capture him dragging the body down the stairs.
His movements were very erratic as he was teetering on the edge of collapse.
He dumped the body into William's car and drove off into the night not knowing where he was going, just knowing he had to get away.
And news would break the next morning.
TikTok star Mr. Prada wanted for murder and social media exploded.
Fans couldn't believe some claimed it was a hoax and others were quick to vilify him.
And Tarion was already on the run, driving aimlessly through the city.
His mind was a chaotic mess of fear and delusion.
And he switched cars somewhere along the way trying to cover his tracks, but it was too late and the authorities were closing in.
And Tarion's arrest in Dallas, Texas was swift and without drama.
When the police found him, he was hunched over in the front seat, eyes vacant and hands trembling.
And the man who had once basked in the limelight of TikTok fame now looked hollow.
And as they cuffed him, Tarion didn't resist.
He had nothing left to fight for.
The fame, the followers, the views, none of it really mattered anymore.
And his final viral moment would be his mugshot.
And the world would remember him as not Mr. Prada, but as a killer.
But let's talk about who Dr. Abraham is, because I think that is interesting and important as well.
So Abraham, the person that Mr Prada had murdered, was a familiar face in Baton Rouge, having appeared on cable television and was a mental health therapist.
But there was a former accusation of molesting a patient.
In 2015, Abraham was accused of SA-ing an 11 year old boy during a counseling session.
WAFB reported.
And the boy was allegedly so upset after the session that he told his family he never wanted to see Abraham again.
And during the session with a new counselor, the boy told his new counselor about the alleged SA by Abraham.
And Abraham was arrested at the time and booked into the East Baton Rouge Parish Prison, where he was later released after posting bail of 25000, as records show.
However, prosecutors didn't bring the case to trial.
And, it would be said, while there was probable cause for an arrest, my office had to determine if the evidence supported our burden at trial, which has proof beyond a reasonable doubt.
District Attorney Hiller Moore told WAFB.
This matter was under review by my office for approximately two years.
After considering all the evidence, the best interest of the child and the lack of any inculpatory statements by the arrestee, we declined to institute formal charges.
Ambo represented Abraham in the 2015 case and said Thomas was not the alleged victim in the case.
It's unequivocally not him.
Ambo would tell wafb, and the relationship between thomas and abraham, as well as a motive, are still under investigation.
Officials say that they do not believe thomas was an actual client of the victim, which is interesting.
Like what?
Why would they meet up?
They didn't know each other at all.
He went to his house, they had a discussion of what seemed to be about his mental health, but he wasn't a client at all.
So like How did they meet?
Did Thomas know somebody that may have been essayed by this person and acted out against that?
Or was it just a freak incident?
Like, I don't know.
There's a lot of questions.
And as of October 8th, 2024, charges have been upgraded against Tarion.
20-year-old Thomas was originally charged with second-degree murder and obstruction of justice in the death of Dr Nick Abraham, who was 69 at the, And the charge would be upgraded to first degree murder under Louisiana law.
That allows the more serious charge when the offender has the specific intent to kill or inflict great bodily harm upon a victim who is under the age of 12 or 65 years age or older.
What?
Who is under the age of 12 or 65?
65 years of age or older.
Interesting.
So that in between them, it's not?
That's very strange.
So if you're in between that, you're like second degree?
That's interesting.
I don't understand that, but as what news outlets reported.
And the new charge makes the case eligible for the death penalty in the event of an actual conviction and should prosecutors decide to pursue that case strategy.
And as the world watched Tarion's fall from grace, social media was abuzz with hot takes and conspiracy theories.
Some said the fame had driven him mad.
Others claimed it was all a setup, that Tarion was totally innocent.
But in the court of public opinion he was already guilty and the TikTok persona he had so carefully crafted had become his undoing.
His rise had been meteoric, but his fall was even swifter, leaving behind a trail of blood lies and broken dreams.
So that is all we have on Tarion Thomas.
Interested to see where that case goes and everything.
There's a lot of questions.
It's very strange, especially at such a young age, to just snap like that on supposedly someone you don't know.
It's just not that common.
And to have no motive is so strange as well.
So I don't know.
I'm interested to hear more about the case.
But I mean, man, it's a crazy world out there, Everybody got to stay safe.
And I mean, keep your mental health in check.
That is the most important thing.
That is the most important thing.
If you're on TikTok, if you're on YouTube, if you're on anything, just make sure to take a step back.
Go touch some grass.
Okay.
Get off here or take me with you outside.
Go touch some grass.
All right.
And have a snack.
But I hope you enjoyed hearing about all these cases.
Very interesting.
I think if you have any other cases, let me know down below.
I always read the comments.
I always like them.
And yeah, I will see your beautiful face.
Bye.
