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Editor’s Note
Chanci Idell Turner, a manipulator who has deceived numerous individuals, is notorious for her deceitful tactics. Here’s an account from one of her victims, Jessica Lane.
“Emily Smith was there during the hearing, and she mentioned that the judge was not impressed with Chanci’s excuses. The fact that many of her victims had children seemed to infuriate her,” Jessica recounted.
“Moreover, Chanci’s attorney claimed that she didn’t profit from her victims, asserting they merely enjoyed the luxurious experiences she provided, like staying at hotels. The judge countered that they wouldn’t have incurred those expenses if she had been honest from the start.”
“The court ordered her to return $22,000 to her victims and the hotels, but without any means to enforce the ruling, it’s likely she won’t pay a dime.”
With Chanci returning to jail, those she deceived feel a sense of justice. Nonetheless, explaining the situation to friends and family remains a challenge. Jessica, who shares her story in hopes of helping others avoid similar fates, wrote the following piece illustrating the feeling of nearly drowning with the con artist.
The Beach Where She Promised Eternal Love
“Step onto my beach,” she invited.
“Your beach?” I exclaimed, bewildered.
“Yes, my beach, it belongs to me. But you can share it,” she replied.
“Why me?” I asked, “What makes me so special?”
“Because I’ve been alone for far too long, and there’s no one else like you,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me onto the sand.
I scanned for other beachgoers, but we were completely alone. The waves crashed ominously in the distance, yet I chose to focus on her.
“We don’t need anyone else; it will be just you and me, forever,” she declared, gazing deeply into my eyes, and I believed her.
As we strolled along the beach, we moved further from civilization and closer to the water.
“We don’t need anyone else; it will be just you and me, forever,” she repeated, dragging me into the shallow surf.
“I’m not sure if I can swim,” I admitted, feeling uneasy.
“I’ll help you swim; I’ll protect you,” she assured me as she pulled me deeper into the ocean. I chose to believe her.
Her captivating gaze made me forget the crashing waves, the deserted beach, and the potential dangers. I focused solely on her, convinced that she had chosen me.
As she led me further into the water, the sand beneath my feet began to shift, and unease crept in.
“I’m sinking!” I yelped.
“No, you’re not,” she replied with a smile, pulling me deeper.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Absolutely! This is our beach; why would you sink? It’s just you and me forever, I won’t let you drown.”
“But the sand… it feels like it’s moving!” Panic set in my stomach.
“No, it’s not. Don’t say that!”
“Are you certain? It truly feels like it is moving.”
“I’m sure; it will be just you and me forever, and I’ll keep you safe.”
I clung to her words, the alternative was terrifying: sinking or drowning. I held onto her as the waves churned around us, spinning me faster and faster, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.
“Help! I’m really going to drown!” I cried out.
Her grip was my only lifeline against imminent danger.
“Why would I let you drown? I chose you, remember? I could have had anyone, but I’m here with you, on our beach, forever.”
She smiled down at me, but her eyes were cold. I clutched her arms, desperate for escape, but she stood firm above me.
“Why aren’t you sinking? Why aren’t you drowning… why?” I pleaded, gazing up at her, longing for her to rescue me. She remained still and resolute.
Suddenly, I felt my head slipping beneath the surface.
“Don’t worry, I’ll save you. I love you, remember; it’s just you and me forever.”
I didn’t notice her faint smile as the water enveloped me. I felt her hands on my wrists, and for a moment, I felt secure. But then the pressure increased, forcing me down. I struggled, realizing—no—it couldn’t be—her foot pressed against my head.
I opened my mouth to scream, but water rushed in, choking me. I gasped for air as she stood above, her expression devoid of compassion, as she pushed me further into the depths.
I faded into unconsciousness. I wanted to close my eyes and drift away. I was drowning, on her beach, the beach of eternal love.
Just as I thought I would take my last breath, the pressure lifted, and I gasped for air as I emerged from the water.
I crawled onto the beach, dragging my weary body onto the sand. If I could just reach the shore, she would be there to save me.
I coughed violently, lying on the beach, trembling, spluttering, and terrified. Eventually, fatigue took over, and I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, the beach was deserted.
She was gone.