Bobby Joe Long smiled, “Well, I guess you got me good … Yes, I killed them … All the ones in the paper. I did them all.”
Bobby Joe Long, the Classified Rapist
Daniel Gonzalez: Freddy For a Day
Most of us have experienced the fear of watching Freddy Krueger invade dreams and Jason Voorhees calmly walk through camp, stalking his next camp counselor. But that sort of thing is only in the movies, at least that’s what my parents always said. But what if that wasn’t true, and there was someone out there, just like Freddy or Jason. Or even worse, Freddy AND Jason. Enter Daniel Gonzalez.
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David Parker Ray and his Toy Box of Torture
Bad choices and money problems; we’ve all been there, so we can empathize with Cynthia Vigil Jaramillo when she ran into the same predicament. She felt she had no choice but to turn to prostitution, which she did in Albuquerque, New Mexico. One night, working the streets, David Parker Ray rolled up next to her. Thinking he was just another client, she wasn’t concerned when he got out of the car. That is until he told her he was an undercover police officer.
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Gary Heidnik: The People Collector
For a working woman, every day is a risk, but you take it anyway. You go to the home of your latest client. Nothing seems out of sorts; you have sex, and while you wait for him to bring you money, you start to get dressed. What you don’t know, is this man wants more than just sex. This was a reality for Josefina Rivera (25), on November 25, 1986, the day she met Gary Heidnik.
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Kidnapping Elizabeth Smart
Imagine believing something so strongly, that not even facts, or mainstream religion can change what you, in your heart and mind, know to be true. For some, these beliefs can be harmless. For others, they can lead to kidnapping, polygamy, rape… Here’s the story of the kidnapping of Elizabeth Smart.
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Marcus Fiesel: Foster Failure
Here I am locked inside my own little world
You think I don’t listen but I hear every word.
Sometimes I get frustrated because
You don’t understand.
It’s not my fault, it’s the way I am!
I wish I could say what I want to say
But I’m autistic, so that kind of gets in the way.
For those who don’t know me
They probably think I’m out of control
If only they could play my role!
There are lots of others who feel the same
A constant battle, a losing game.
For those who look after me its two steps forward but ten back
Will they ever get the answers they lack?
Family and friends try their best but they are exhausted
In desperate need of a rest.
Someday I hope they find the key
To unlock the missing piece hidden deep within me.
© 2012 Susan Logan
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Adolph Coors: Death of an Heir
Your grandfather is the founder of one of the world’s largest brewing companies, and you’re fortunate enough to not only work for him, but to also be the heir to his brewing empire. Life was good, you were untouchable. Until one day, you weren’t. Meet Adolph Coors.
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BTK – Bind, Torture, Kill
“I can’t stop it so, the monster goes on, and hurt me as wall as society. Society can be thankfull that there are ways for people like me to relieve myself at time by day dreams of some victim being tortore and being mine. It a big complicated game my friend of the monster play putting victims number down, follow them, checking up on them waiting in the dark, waiting, waiting…the pressure is great and somt-times he run the game to his liking. Maybe you can stop him. I can’t. He has already chosen his next victim or victims. I don’t know who they are yet. The next day after I read the paper, I will Know, but it to late. Good luck hunting.”
– BTK
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Albert Fish: Killer of Children
On Sunday June the 3 – 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese – strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her, on the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wild flowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her, though, I could of [sic] had I wished. She died a virgin. ~ Albert Fish
Excerpt taken from a letter sent by Albert Fish to the mother of Grace Budd.
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Blaine Milam and The Devil in Amora
Some kids grow up in good families, others in dysfunctional families, and they go on to become doctors, engineers, chefs, moms and dads. Some kids grow up, but never really grow up. That was the case for Blaine Milam, at least according to his mother.
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