Violet — And Daisy

It’s a horrifying reminder that violence wears a mask. And sometimes, that mask is lipstick and a shy smile.

So the next time you see two sisters laughing together over milkshakes, maybe give them a second glance. You never know what they’re rehearsing in their heads. Have you ever heard of the "Hatpin Sisters" before? Drop a comment below—and maybe don't share any dark secrets with them. Violet And Daisy

Violet died in 1972. Daisy followed a year later. They are buried in unmarked graves in upstate New York. A century later, the story of Violet and Daisy remains fascinating because it breaks all our mental shortcuts. We want killers to look like monsters. We want them to be ugly, angry men in dark alleys. It’s a horrifying reminder that violence wears a mask

But Violet and Daisy were pretty. They wore nice hats. They went to church. And then, on a dark road, they beat a man to death with a strap because they thought life was a movie. You never know what they’re rehearsing in their heads

The prosecution painted a picture of cold-blooded, premeditated murder. The defense? Insanity. They argued that the sisters had been raised in a world of dime novels and violent cinema, unable to distinguish right from wrong.

Violet and Daisy decided to solve the problem themselves.