EDIT: and 4-year-old Billy Gaffney was another of Fish's victims.
the letter to his parents:
I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.
I didnt know he wrote a letter to his mother as well. I only knew about the one to grace budd. What a sick motherfucker eh?
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Richard Leonard "The Iceman" Kuklinski (April 11, 1935 – March 5, 2006) was an American mobster and contract killer. The six foot five inch (196 cm), 300 pound (135 kg) Kuklinski worked for Newark's DeCavalcante crime family and New York City's Five Families. He claimed to have murdered over 250 men between 1948 and 1986. He claimed to have committed his first murder at the age of 13.
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I think a lot of what he said was found to be bullshit. I'm too lazy to look anything up at the moment so I'm not going to say I'm 100% on that, but I'm pretty sure he was found to be full of crap.
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In 1999, he admitted to the rape and murder of 140 young boys.[1] The number of his victims, based on the locations of skeletons listed on maps that Garavito drew in prison, could eventually exceed 300. He has been described by local media as "the world's worst serial killer" because of the high number of victims.[2]
I read his book, he takes responsibility for the killing of Jimmy Hoffa. Says exactly what he did with the body. Hoffa was put inside a 55gal drum welded shut buried for a while in a junk yard in New Jersey. Then on the worry that someone was about to snitch Hoffa was dug up, the drum placed in the trunk of an old car that was then crushed and put on a barge bound for Japan to be melted down and made into new cars.
His favorite way to kill was stripping you nude, tying your hands and feet out stretched to stakes in the floor of a cave filled with big rats. A camera and lights on a timer where hooked to car batteries and he just left before anything even happened. Then came back a couple days later and took the film to who ever paid for the kill. Said there was rarely even a piece of rope or bone left.
Steven Gerald James Wright (born 24 April 1958)[1] is an English serial killer, also known as the Suffolk Strangler. He is currently serving life imprisonment for the murder of five women who worked as prostitutes in Ipswich, Suffolk. The killings took place during late 2006 and Wright was found guilty in February 2008.
Frederick Walter Stephen 'Fred' West (29 September 1941 – 1 January 1995), was an English serial killer. Between 1967 and 1987, he and his wife Rosemary tortured, raped and murdered at least 12 young women and girls, many at the couple's homes. The majority of the murders occurred between May 1973 and September 1979 at their home in Gloucester. Rosemary West also murdered Fred's stepdaughter (his first wife's biological daughter) Charmaine, while he was serving a prison sentence for theft.
I just got done reading a shitload about some sub human piece of shit named David Parker Ray (who unfortunately is dead now), his equally worthless girlfriend Cynthia Lea Hendy and his sack-of-shit daughter Glenda Jean "Jessy" Ray, and a friend of theirs named Dennis Roy Yancy.
I don't consider myself a sick fuck in any way, I mean, I prefer to keep things quick, clean and professional whenever I need to kill something, but these monsters should seriously be denied a decent death...
Oh well, most of them are still alive, hopefully someone will track them down and serve 'em a bit o' street justice!
If you don't know who those "people" are, and you like most here have the attention span of a house fly, here's a fairly short link:
Jessica Lloyd, 27, had vanished on January 28, 2010. Investigators identified distinctive tire tracks left in snow near her home. One week after her disappearance, the Ontario Provincial Police conducted an extensive canvassing of all motorists using the highway near her home from 7 pm on February 4, 2010, to 6 am on the following day, looking for the unusual tire treads. Williams was driving his Pathfinder that day — rather than the BMW he usually drove — and an officer noticed the resemblance of his tire treads. These were subsequently matched to the treads near Lloyd's home.
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Jessica Lloyd, 27, had vanished on January 28, 2010. Investigators identified distinctive tire tracks left in snow near her home. One week after her disappearance, the Ontario Provincial Police conducted an extensive canvassing of all motorists using the highway near her home from 7 pm on February 4, 2010, to 6 am on the following day, looking for the unusual tire treads. Williams was driving his Pathfinder that day — rather than the BMW he usually drove — and an officer noticed the resemblance of his tire treads. These were subsequently matched to the treads near Lloyd's home.
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lol It would make a good canadian forces recruiting ad tho.
Fuck. The guy was in full command of the entire Trenton base - the largest base in Canada. Can you imagine? It's like something out of a fucking thriller/suspense novel or a Freddy Kruger rerun or some God-damned thing! It's just so unbelievable I still can't wrap my brain around the thing. A full fucking Colonel?? It's like the Pope getting caught red-faced with his dick in a three-year-old child or something.
Fuck. The guy was in full command of the entire Trenton base - the largest base in Canada. Can you imagine? It's like something out of a fucking thriller/suspense novel or a Freddy Kruger rerun or some God-damned thing! It's just so unbelievable I still can't wrap my brain around the thing. A full fucking Colonel?? It's like the Pope getting caught red-faced with his dick in a three-year-old child or something.
Yeah I know I'm from Canada. The guy is fucking mental.
The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer active in New Orleans, Louisiana (and surrounding communities, including Gretna, Louisiana), from May 1918 to October 1919. Press reports during the height of public panic about the killings mentioned similar murders as early as 1911, but recent researchers have called these reports into question.
As the killer's pseudonym implies, the victims were attacked with an axe. In some of the crimes, the doors to the victim's homes were first bashed open with the same tool. "The Axeman" was not caught or identified at the time, although his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it started. The murderer's identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed.
Not all of the Axeman's victims died, but the savagery and utter randomness of his attacks terrorized much of the populace. Some early victims were Italian American, in particular the son of Pietro Pepitone who had killed Black Hand extortionist Paul Di Cristina (Paolo Marchese) several years before, leading the newspapers to assume the killings were somehow Mafia related (similar to Chicago's Black Hand assassin "Shotgun Man"). However, later crimes clearly did not fit this profile, and the apprehension of the general public grew. His victims included a pregnant woman and even a baby killed in the arms of its mother. The Axeman also seemed to draw direct inspiration from Jack the Ripper: he (or someone claiming to be the Axeman) wrote taunting letters to city newspapers hinting at his future crimes and claiming to be a supernatural demon "from Hell".
That's pretty brutal. Although I suspect that it might have been multiple people.
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Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Give a man religion, and he'll starve praying for a fish.
I'll see your Dexter Morgan, and raise you a Johnny The Homicidal Maniac.
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Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Give a man religion, and he'll starve praying for a fish.
Herman Webster Mudgett (May 16, 1861[1] – May 7, 1896[2]), better known under the alias of Dr. Henry Howard Holmes, was one of the first documented American serial killers in the modern sense of the term. In Chicago at the time of the 1893 World's Fair, Holmes opened a hotel which he had designed and built for himself specifically with murder in mind, and which was the location of many of his murders. While he confessed to 27 murders, of which nine were confirmed, his actual body count could be as high as 250. He took an unknown number of his victims from the 1893 Chicago World's Fair, which was less than 2 miles away from his "World's Fair" hotel.
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Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Give a man religion, and he'll starve praying for a fish.
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