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If you see a Google Drive link instead of source url, means that the file witch you will get after approval is just a summary of original book or the file has been already removed. On the day Fish was to be electrocuted, January 16, , three of his six children visited him. Will King knew that Fish, who had roamed the country as an itinerant house painter, had killed other children; in fact, a number of children had disappeared from neighborhoods where Fish had been working.
However, he never officially confessed to any killings except the murder of Grace Budd, which was plenty enough to send him to his death. He was born on May 19, , in Washington, D. She could hardly afford to support herself, so she had no choice but to place Albert in St. When Fish was nine years old, his mother was a little more stable and able to take care of him, so she took him back. However, the orphanage had been a training ground for The skull of Grace Budd, found outside the abandoned cottage where she was killed.
Fish in the perverse, sexually and in every other way. And, of course, because of his psychological makeup, Fish was ready to use what he had learned.
T he sexual drive of Bobby Joe Long can be described in one word: unbelievable. But for a number of women in Florida, it became all too believable—and deadly. Bobby Joe Long believes that his troubles began in , when he was involved in a very nasty motorcycle accident. He was speeding down a street in Tampa, Florida, when a car suddenly appeared in front of him. He was thrown into the car hard enough to crack his helmet. From then on, Bobby Joe says, strange things happened to his sex drive.
He started to think about sex all the time—and to do it all the time, becoming almost satyrlike. Before the accident occurred, he would have sex with his slim, pretty wife, Cindy Jean, two or three times a week.
After the accident they would have sex two or three times a day, and Bobby Joe masturbated an additional five or six times. This kind of sex drive is reminiscent of that of another murderer, Albert DeSalvo—who claimed to be the Boston Strangler—who used to have sex with his wife more than thirty times a week.
He would find ads for furniture or televisions for sale, and then, during the day—always during the day, when it was less likely that a man would be home—Bobby Joe would go to the home, ostensibly to look at the item for sale. Once he was inside and sure that no one else was there, he would tie and gag the woman, then rape her.
Long did this more than fifty times between and , and he became known in the area as the Want-Ad Rapist. Local task forces and the FBI went after him, but he eluded capture.
As the rapes continued, he felt a rising sense of anger. He started to feel anger as never before. The slightest thing triggered a towering rage, which he would act out in bizarre ways. Once, for example, his mother Louella was visiting and said something that displeased Bobby Joe. He grabbed her and spanked her like a child, an absurd, painful, and humiliating event for her. Noise also started to bother Long. The slightest noise would set off an explosive reaction.
Whatever was cooking inside him, in , Long converted from rapist to killer—and then to serial killer. His first victim was a Vietnamese woman named Ngeon Thi Long. He somehow lured her into his car, then tied her up, took her to an isolated spot, raped and killed her, and dumped her body on the side of the road. Prosecutor Mike Bonito would later say that Long set up his car to particularly serve his murderous ends. The passenger seat could be pushed back flat. He would have the victim sit in the seat, tie her up, and then push her back so her head would be lower than the back window.
With his free hand he would 28 Bobby Joe Long molest her as they drove, then he would rape and strangle her at their destination. Almost any woman was fair game for Long, but he particularly liked prowling the strip joints, bars, and assorted dives along Nebraska Avenue in North Tampa to look for victims. However, there was one thing that all of his victims shared: They had to come to him, pick him up, or otherwise approach him. This was the way he rationalized Bobby Joe Long killing them—if they picked him up, he considered them as manipulative, detestable whores, people who should be killed.
Loss of Desire With eight victims behind him, something strange happened to Long. Following his usual pattern, he picked up a big, sexy woman named Kim Sann in North Tampa. As soon as she was in the car, he started to assault her. But Sann was a fighter, and she fought back—and screamed. There followed a series of skirmishes inside the car during which he managed to choke her into unconsciousness, only for her to awaken and scream and fight.
Finally he strangled her to death, and it was then that he discovered the curious thing: He had no energy to violate her sexually. To some degree, his frantic sexual energy had dissipated.
But an encounter two days before the one with Kim Sann was even stranger. Rather, she was homeless, rejected by her own family. Not that this kept him away from her sexually.
He took her to his own apartment and raped her, but he did not kill her. Rather, he was with her for more than twentyfour hours and then simply dropped her off where he had picked her up. The really strange thing about this abduction was that he gave the girl the opportunity, though he kept her blindfolded throughout the rape and for much of her ordeal, to see him at various points, to glimpse his apartment, to see him at an automated teller machine.
He knew he was putting himself in jeopardy but did nothing to stop it. In fact, because of leads that Growing Breasts the girl provided, the police On top of the various emotional burdens that Bobby Joe Long had to carry, he suffered, like some other members of his family, from a disorder of the endocrine system that had a devastating side effect.
When he was about twelve, he began to develop breasts. He was terrified that he was becoming a woman. This certainly would have a traumatic effect on a twelve-year-old boy, particularly one who already must have had severe doubts about his sense of worth and self. Eventually he had to have an operation and doctors removed several pounds of tissue from his breasts. He said later that his capture did not surprise him, that he wanted to be caught and knew he would be.
As time had gone by, he had gained more and more a sense of revulsion— though not remorse—at what he was doing. Less than a year after he was arrested, Long was tried on multiple homicide charges. There was a mound of evidence against him, includ- ing the testimony of the girl he had raped and held at his apartment.
His defense counsel tried mightily to establish 30 Bobby Joe Long a medical reason for his actions: Medical experts presented evidence that the motorcycle accident had caused trauma to his brain and that his injuries were the precipitating factor in his assaults on women.
Before the brain injuries, his counsel argued, there had been no offenses. After, there had been the fifty-plus rapes of the Want-Ad Rapist and nine homicides. There was no question he had brain damage. Brain tests showed it, and he also had physical symptoms: His face felt dead on one side and he walked with a limp. They found him guilty, and in early , he was sentenced to death in the electric chair. He is still—after all these years—on death row in Florida.
Bobby Joe Long was an only child raised by his mother, an attractive woman who was a waitress who lived on the edge of poverty after divorcing her husband.
Until he was twelve, Long and his mother shared the same bed in a series of hotel rooms she rented. When she got finished with her waitressing jobs, she would go out on dates rather than stay home with her son, whom she had neighbors watch.
Her work 31 The Killer Book of Serial Killers and dating schedule also angered him in terms of the times she would come home: five or six in the morning, when Bobby Joe would be getting ready for school. They spent almost no time together. As mentioned earlier, when Long was twelve, he stopped sleeping with his mother. But whatever damage there was had already been done. Perhaps sleeping with a grown woman diminished the young boy. Indeed, in studies conducted with serial killers, psychiatrists have found that the most savage are those who feel sexually diminished by women.
Feelings of shame also might have been a factor. Such feelings coupled with the terror and rage he felt over his mother neglecting him may have made for a murderous combination. A: The electric chair. The state of Florida has no problem at all letting bad guys ride the lightning. And it may well be that Ted Bundy, one of the most infamous serial murderers of this century, wanted to ride it—at least subconsciously. Consider this conversation Bundy had with his lawyer while in jail in Aspen, Colorado, on multiple murder charges, as reported in Bundy: The Deliberate Stranger, by Richard W.
Supreme Court. Why not one of the other forty-nine states, where he was less likely to be executed? Although we may not understand his motives, one thing is for sure: Ted Bundy ranks as one of the most malevolent serial murderers of the twentieth century, mainly because he was a con man supreme. If you were pretty girl who had long, dark hair parted in the middle and you met Ted Bundy, you were in deep trouble. Looks That Could Kill Bundy was a trim man about six feet tall with wavy brown hair, penetrating eyes, and even features, born in November He was handsome and articulate.
Bundy graduated from the University of Washington, went partway through law school, and was active in both politics and community activities in Seattle, where he was raised—he even worked for the governor, Dan Evans. It was hard to imagine that behind this polished exterior lurked a monster.
Indeed, Ann Rule, one of the top truecrime writers in America, had befriended Bundy at the crisis hotline and never suspected that it was he who was responsible for the host of women being killed or disappearing in Washington and, later, all across the Pacific Northwest.
He approached one woman in the morning and one in the afternoon, and asked each for her help loading his boat on to his Volkswagen bug. The women went with him, and that was the last anyone saw them alive. He tried it on other women, too, some who, fortunately, did not fall into the trap.
One woman in Tallahassee, Florida, told a local newspaper about coming out of the Florida State University library one night and encountering a scruffy-looking man whose arms were loaded with books. He seemed to be in obvious pain and was struggling to carry his books with one arm. The woman offered to help him carry them, and she walked along with him in the darkness. But there was something about him that turned her off, and by the time they arrived at his car—a VW with the rear seat missing—she was scared.
When he asked her to get in, then ordered her, she ran away—an action that undoubtedly saved her life. Most of the killings occurred in the Pacific Northwest, but three occurred in Florida, and two of those in the Chi Omega sorority house at Florida State University. The Great Escape Bundy was ensconced in jail in Aspen, Colorado, while a number of murders in the state were being investigated.
In December, against the advice of his attorney, Bundy filed a motion with the judge for a change of venue—mysteriously, because his lawyer advised him that Aspen was one of the most liberal towns in the state and that he was likely to get a lighter sentence there. The judge obliged Bundy and moved the trial to Colorado Springs. Bundy realized that he had to break out of prison to avoid being tried and sentenced in Colorado Springs.
He plotted various means of escape before discovering a metal plate directly above the ceiling light fixture in his cell that had been improperly welded and was loose.
By prying and probing, he was able to push it off, leaving an opening of about one square foot. Bundy had been dieting to lose weight in preparation for escape, and he was down to a very lean pounds. He realized that he could wriggle through the hole into the area above.
A few times Bundy stealthily crawled up into the ceiling to explore, Bundy the Lothario and he finally found an escape route—he From the television writer Tom Towler: could Bundy, of course, portrayed himself as a Lothario who could attract women at will.
In fact, he always used a ruse to get them to his VW, a fake cast on his arm, a crutch, etc. He, like the Green River killer, returned often to his victims for sex and to watch them change colors. One night when the jailer and his wife went to the movies, Bundy dropped down and made his escape. He was not discovered noon the missing until following day, when jailers went in to wake Bundy and discovered that he had bulked up books and other objects under his blanket to make it appear that he was sleeping there.
In the meantime, Bundy was busy stealing cars and taking public transportation across the country until he arrived in Florida. The Oak housed a number of people who went to Florida State University and was about a block and a half away from the campus. On the night he began to kill in Florida, he went to a local bar frequented by students, and at least one girl there had a very close brush with death.
He danced with her and then asked her if she wanted to take a ride. Her life had been saved because she caught a glimpse of a madman. The author Richard W. One of the sorority sisters, a pretty strawberry blonde named Nita Neary, was returning to the house with a date a little after three in the morning after an uncharacteristically cold night for north-central Florida.
She came in through the side door, which she opened by dialing a combination lock. She walked inside quietly and heard a loud thump from upstairs, and then the sound of someone running. Then she heard someone racing down the stairs and caught a glimpse of a person moving quickly across the foyer toward the front door. He was wearing a dark cap, a dark coat, and in one of his hands he was carrying a club of some sort or a rough, thick piece of lumber.
Neary went upstairs to her room and woke up her roommate, Nancy Dowdy, and told her to get up, that something strange was going on. Together they woke up the president of the sorority, Jackie McGill, and they were standing in the hall when the first victim of the night found them.
They rushed to her aid, and then went into her room and found her roommate, Kathy Kleiner, sitting on the edge of her bed in a daze, her head also soaked with blood. Someone called the police, and they were there in minutes.
A description of the man with the club went out over the police airwaves. The officers started to check the other rooms, one of which belonged to Lisa Levy. Levy was lying prone on the bed, covered with a sheet.
An officer pulled the sheet back and saw that her buttocks were bloody, and when he rolled her over, he saw that she was already cyanotic—her lips purple and her eyes covered with the grayish film of death. Where was she? With trepidation, one of the officers opened the door to her room and turned on the light.
It was as if someone had hosed the place with blood. The bed was covered with blood and the walls spattered with it, as was the victim, Margaret Bowman. Kathy Kleiner and Karen Chandler were taken to an area hospital. They survived, but with physical and psychological wounds that would last all their lives. Lisa Levy and Margaret Bowman were dead. An hour and a half after the assault on Chi Omega, Bundy struck again, six blocks from the first scene, at Dunwoody Street.
One young woman was awakened from her sleep by a rhythmic pounding noise, which she quickly realized was 39 The Killer Book of Serial Killers coming through the wall of the adjoining apartment, whose single occupant was Cheryl Thomas.
She awoke her roommate and they heard Cheryl, a pretty dance major from Richmond, crying and moaning. Bundy was frightened off. The girls next called the police, and medics who had recently worked on the sorority sisters now had to minister to the savagely beaten Cheryl Thomas. This time the police found the weapon—a length of a twoby-three near the bed.
On February 15, , Officer David Lee was on car patrol, tooling down Cervantes Street in Pensacola, when he noticed a yellow VW bug idling in an alley behind a restaurant.
It was late and the restaurant was closed; it seemed suspicious that someone was there. Lee went past it but watched the car in his rearview mirror. It pulled out of the alley and headed in the opposite direction. It came back as stolen, and Lee started going after the car, which sped up and began a series of evasive maneuvers.
Finally the car stopped. Lee drew his gun and approached the car cautiously. Ted Bundy reacted with characteristic slickness, wondering aloud why he had been stopped. Lee quickly subdued him, and Bundy was brought into the station. Because Bundy had false identification on him, it was a while before the Tallahassee police realized they had hooked as large a fish as anyone could imagine.
It was televised, and Bundy represented himself. The consensus was that he did a bad job, though not a lot of lawyers could effectively fight the amount of evidence the prosecution had against him. For one thing, they had an eyewitness who could place Bundy at the scene: Nita Neary, the woman returning to the sorority house from a date.
And then there was the forensics evidence, the centerpiece of which was expert testimony from a forensic dentist. For the Close Call assaults, he received sen- From television writer Tom Towler: tences totaling years. For The detective who got [Bundy] to confess, Bob Keppel, got a letter one day from the [Florida] state slam. In the letter, Bundy told Keppel that he was incarcerated with some serial killers and so knew a bit about them. Keppel, by the by, was put on the Seattle area Bundy murders as a young cop.
Birth of a Monster How did Bundy get to be the way he was? There are only hints. His mother Louise had him out of wedlock in November of at a home for unwed mothers in Vermont, and for a time Louise and Ted lived with his maternal grandfather in Philadelphia. A reporter told one of the authors of this book that Bundy had once come very close to getting murdered himself before his trial. The father of one of his victims, twelveyear-old Kimberly Smith, spotted Bundy being transported in a police car and, for a millisecond, contemplated driving his car into the police car to kill Bundy—but he was able to control himself.
There are a lot of crazies out there. The authors Steve Michaud and Hugh Aynesworth provided plenty of circumstantial proof: They interviewed Ted Bundy after his date with the electric chair.
Bundy talked freely with the authors about the murders but in the third person, distancing himself from the crimes and never admitting anything directly to them. However, of all the books written about Ted Bundy, none is as horrendous as theirs—Bundy brings the readers into the scenes as he killed his witnesses. Getting Ready to Ride the Lightning In his final jailhouse interview with the psychologist James Dobson, Ted Bundy was agonizing over how his addiction to hardcore pornography had ruined his life and how much it had contributed to his violent sexual urges.
Midway into the conversation, the prison lights dimmed. Bundy reassured Dobson that the lights would be back on momentarily.
Bundy knew the reason that the lights had dimmed. They were testing the electric chair that he would be sitting in at seven-fifteen the next morning. O n August 8, , the police received a call from a young man who requested that they come to a house in Pasadena, a suburb of Houston, Texas. As John Godwin reports in Murder U. Ah killed a guy here. A patrol car responded, and on the street outside the ordinary-looking, white, ranch-style house, they found two teenage boys and a teenage girl who were obviously high on drugs.
Henley identified himself as the one who called, and then led them inside. The few rooms were sparsely furnished and had a heavy, sickening smell. On the floor of the bedroom the cops found the corpse of a tall, pudgy man with sideburns that Henley The Killer Book of Serial Killers said was Dean Corll. Henley said that he had shot him in selfdefense—six times—because he had feared for his life and the lives of his friends.
Henley laid out the whole story for the stunned cops. It seems that Henley had met Corll about two years earlier, and Corll had given him money, food, a place to stay, marijuana, and plenty of other drugs.
All Henley had to do was troll the streets of Houston for young boys and reel them in for Corll. Corll would then rape them, but also, Henley came to learn, sometimes torture and kill them, too.
Then Henley explained exactly how he usually found the victims and exactly what Corll did to them. The boy would be encouraged to drink, smoke marijuana, and sniff acrylic paint that Corll stole from his job as a relay tester at the Houston Lighting and Power Company. Eventually the boy would pass out, and more than occasionally when he awoke he would be spread-eagled and pinned to a sheet of plywood, his hands and feet restrained by nylon cord and handcuffs. In preparation for what was to happen to the boy, Corll would always place a sheet of plastic under the plywood to catch the excreta, blood, and vomit that would invariably discharge from the victim while Corll had his fun.
Corll would use knives and other implements to work his victims over, sometimes castrating them. He would crank up the radio full blast while working on someone so that his screams could not be heard. In conclusion he usually shot or strangled the boy, sometimes with the help of his young assistants. His family thought of him as a normal wild kid, his only vice being the propensity to drink too much beer.
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