For more info on Dahmer, go to: http://thetwistedcafe.wordpress.com/2013/06/14/132/
The original video on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnuSl8PNYqc
For more info on Dahmer, go to: http://thetwistedcafe.wordpress.com/2013/06/14/132/
The original video on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnuSl8PNYqc
Jeffrey Dahmer is one of the most prolific serial killers in history. Everyone knows his name, regardless of whether or not they know how he killed or what he looked like. And if a person took a look at the number of victims he killed, they would wonder why this stood as a fact. 17 casualties is nothing in comparison to the killers he is grouped with—Gacy had 33, Bundy had 35, The Green River took 47, Lopez took over 100, and so on. But Dahmer isn’t famous for the amount of men he killed…he’s famous for how he killed them.
On May 21st, 1960, Jeffrey Dahmer was born in a household that started off as being perfectly normal. His parents, Joyce and Lionel Dahmer described him as being playful and happy. He didn’t start out as a junior psychopath, he was a very normal and very much like a child.
By the time the Dahmers moved to Ohio in 1968, another boy had been born to the family and named “David” by his older brother. It was here, in Ohio, that Jeffrey began to change from being a playful, happy-go-lucky boy, to a shy and quiet one. And when he was enrolled in high school, that boy would not get any better at all. Eventually he started hurting animals, or walking along streets with a bag to look for roadkill.
“I’d take them back in the woods, skin them sometimes, slit them all the way open…look at the organs, feel them. There was a general excitement for that, I don’t know why. It was…just…exciting to me.”
When Dahmer was 14, he started having sexual fantasies about hurting people. They got progressively worse and worse as his parents relationship soured. This, coupled with excessive use of alcohol, contributed to what would happen four years later. Some classmates of his recalled him coming to school and getting drunk, or coming to class with a cup of some kind of alcohol. Many of them also knew that the Dahmer household was not one that was particularly welcoming, and had already developed a reputation for Lionel and Joyce fighting all the time, now in the presence of their two sons.
In 1978, Lionel Dahmer left Joyce and began living at a hotel somewhere else. Only a few months later, right after his high school graduation, Jeffrey Dahmer killed the first of seventeen victims. His name was Stephen Hicks.
Knowing that his mother was on vacation with his friends and his father probably wasn’t going to be home, he picked up Hicks as he was hitchhiking, and asked him to come back to his house for a few drinks and a few joints. Things went rather well, until Stephen wanted to go home. Dahmer didn’t want him to leave, so in order to stop him from doing so, he bludgeoned him with a dumbbell until the boy was dead. He then brought the corpse under the house and cut it up, putting the corpse in some garbage bags. In his confession, it says that he had ultimately stowed away the remains, all but the head. He then brought the severed head up to his room, put it on the ground, and masturbated in front of it.
According to Dahmer in a later interview, he pledged never to murder anyone else again. His father and step-mother convinced him to enlist in the army, where he began to be more social and become very physically fit. He was eventually discharged for having an alcohol problem. That’s when everything started up again.
Dahmer became a regular at a gay bar called 219, where he lured different men out, drugged them, and sexually assaulted them. Eventually, Steven Tuomi came along in 1984. Dahmer didn’t intend to kill Tuomi, and has claimed no recollection of what happened after he drugged the man. He says that when he awoke the next morning, he was laying beside
someone who looked as if his chest was beaten into.
“And once it started again, it became impossible to stop?”
From there on, Dahmer began to branch out. There were multiple ages, multiple ethnicities, and no clear “type” other than a good-looking man or boy. He began to some parts of his victims and save certain parts of their bodies; mostly heads and genitalia. He also liked to take pictures of his victims in poses, or to take pictures with the victims after he was done with them. Here are some of them:
With one of the victims, Errol Linsey, he began attempting to make a “zombie” who would do what he wanted and stay with him whenever he wanted. He went about this by drilling into their skulls and injecting acid into their brains. None of them lived more than a day. Some of them regained their thought processes after a while, and if this happened he would either strangle or stab to death said victim.
Dahmer was a registered sex offender. This came to be when he lured a young boy to his apartment and molested him. The boy ran away before the drugs began to kick in. Ironically enough, his brother, 14 year old Konerak Sinthasomphone was also abducted by a now 31 year old Jeffrey Dahmer. He was drugged and raped, and when Dahmer had awoken several hours later to see his living victim still passed out from the drugs. He left the apartment to go get more alcohol, probably to get drunk as he usually did before he harmed someone. While he was gone, Konerak awoke in a daze. Like his brother, he escaped from the apartment. Unlike his brother, he was naked and dripping with blood from several open wounds. Because of the drugs, he could not get very far and was not going very quickly. He was found later on by two women who alerted the police. Before they came, Dahmer was walking back home when he saw the two cradling the drugged, beaten, and raped child who had just been in his apartment. He tried to convince them that the boy was his friend and to let him take him home, but they wouldn’t give him over. When the police arrived, they were much more easily persuaded that the kid was actually nineteen and Dahmer’s lover. They delivered Konerak back to Dahmer’s apartment and left him there, where he was later killed.
A few years later, another man by the name of Tracy Edwards would be much luckier than the 14 year old Konerak. Once lured into Dahmer’s apartment, he was tacked and handcuffed on one wrist. Still fighting the 6’1 man for his life, Edwards was pushed into the bedroom and ordered to lay on his stomach. He obeyed, but lay on his side. As he was down, Dahmer pressed his head to Edwards’ heart, to listen to it beat. It was then that Jeffrey Dahmer told Tracy Edwards that he was going to tear out his heart and eat it. Edwards looked at the walls surrounding the bedroom and saw the pictures of torn up men, and immediately fought his way to a standing position and escaped the apartment. He quickly alerted the police, and Dahmer was arrested shortly after.
When the police searched the cannibalistic serial killer’s home, they were appalled at what they saw. There were severed heads in the refrigerator, there was a bucket of acid that was used to dissolve corpses, there was picture after picture of gruesome murders, there were severed body parts. Not to mention the smell of his home.
Jeffrey Dahmer plead guilty by means of insanity, but was found sane by the jury. He was sentenced to fifteen life terms in prison, where he was later killed by another inmate.
Harry Harlow was an American scientist who’s fascination lied in psychology through experimentation. He studied his theories on monkeys at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and for a while, his experiments were absolutely harmless. Instead of what someone would think of as an animal experiment (injections, painful disregard, depression) they tested mother and child bonding with monkeys. It was simple observations, really. Everyone was happy with them, even the subjects. But then, in 1971, Harlow’s wife died of cancer. This put a whole new spin on his attitude toward science, and a whole new spin on his experiments.
Through his own depression, he began to become very interested with the psychology of sadness and isolation. To test out his own interests, he constructed several small, dark, soundproof chambers…and put small baby monkeys in them. There he left them to live. There were 12 monkeys. Four of them were left for 30 days, and those monkeys were described as being enormously disturbed. They were very depressed and had no conception of social skills. Four of them were left for six months. Four were left for a year. They were extremely different from an average monkey. These monkeys didn’t move unless it was mandatory to do so. They could not mate. They had no idea of how to interact with other monkeys when taken out of their chamber. Two of them even starved themselves to death.
That’s not all. Because the monkeys wouldn’t mate, Harlow forced the females to do so by tying them up to what he called a “rape rack.” They were tied in a yielding position with other male monkeys and forced to mate and conceive babies.This turned out to be an awful failure, because the monkeys didn’t know how to interact with other monkeys, much less raise their own child. Some of them held down their children and ate their hands and feet. Some crushed their heads, and others simply ignored them.
Harlow felt these experiments to not be enough. Soon, there was another experiment…a modified version of the last. This experiment included putting monkeys into a chamber that was cone-shaped and slippery. The top was lit and bore a false promise that if they could manage to climb out of the chamber, they could be free. This, however, was not possible with the fashion of the cage. Harlow chose the happiest of monkeys and placed them in these chambers, and after two days they had already given up and crawled up into a ball to await help that never came. When they were finally taken out, they were psychotic and couldn’t respond to any treatment at all.
Below is the link to a video that displays a monkey finally being put into a social situation after so many years of isolation:
On April 19, 1989, a 28 year old woman named Trisha Meili was jogging in New York City’s Central Park after dark. On her jog, she was beaten over the head, raped, beaten some more, and then left there, dying and unconscious. The bludgeoning she endured was enough to leave her with brain damage, skull fractures, broken bones, hypothermia, blood loss, and a coma. It would later be identified as the work of a serial killer by the name Matias Reyes, but immediately, the police would turn to five young boys who were found near the sight, threaten them, lie to them, and turn a woman’s misfortune into a racial battle that would last for thirteen years.
The Central Park Five was a title given to the five accused teenagers. They were:
The five boys listed were seen fleeing an area where random beatings were taking place. This was later entitled as wilding, a sort of sport about beating up random people. When they were being chased down by the police, they expected that this wilding was the reason. They would later find out, when they were caught and violently interrogated, that these were not the accusations being made against them. What they were really being chased for was for the suspicion that what happened to Trisha Meili may have been the doing of the five boys.
When they got to the station, they were denied leave. This is a violation of the fourth amendment of the United States Constitution. In addition, they were lied to about evidence, and accused time and time again of making a false claim when asked about the woman. Obviously, none of them knew about what happened, and none of them had a clue as to what the police officers were talking about when they demanded to know what the boys had done to the woman. The police officers battered them at certain points and demanded a confession.
In this night, the police told the boys what had happened to the woman, and told them that in order to leave, they would need to make a confession. Otherwise, they were not allowed out. This is not only illegal, but it is a violation of the fourth amendment. The police did not have sufficient evidence to keep the boys there, and therefore they were not legally allowed to keep them there.
The youths, being aged from 14-16, and put in a situation that was both terrifying and impossible to come out of, cracked. Under the pressure of their families telling them to falsely confess so that they could leave, and police demanding that they confess, they did just that—confessed to crimes they didn’t commit. Each of them made a separate confession, all of which were inaccurate to the injuries inflicted upon the woman, all of which were almost entirely different from each other, all of which were made up on the spot.
There was a lot of racism involved in the trial. Around the time of this assault, there was one much worse which took place in a much better area. The police and press believed that, given the nationality of the suspects (Black and Hispanic), this was an interracial rape. However, in another area of New York City, in Crown Heights, there was a woman who was raped and thrown off a building. The search for the people who did this was minimal compared to the Central Park Five investigation. Why, then, were the police not as determined to catch the assailants of this woman? Why was everyone set on prosecuting five children for the beating and rape of what later was determined as the work of an experienced serial killer? Was it because these five teenagers were all from Harlem? Was it a coincidence?
The teens were all found guilty and sentenced to 5-10 years in prison. They collectively stayed there from 6-13 years until the man who committed the crime met Kharey Wise in prison, and confessed to raping and bludgeoning the woman in Central Park. Now fully grown men, they all left the situation with psychological scars from prison and a huge chunk of their lives taken away from them. It is still speculated that they may have committed the crime.
Those of you who look up info on serial killers are probably familiar with seeing posts on social networks such as Tumblr, WordPress, Facebook, etc., wherein people confess their love for serial killers or mass murderers. Some of you reading this may even be those kinds of people. There’s a lot of controversy surrounding the matter, those who fall in love with or take a particular attraction to someone who commits unspeakable and inhumane acts. Some call these people crazy, and others will justify them.
Hybristophilia is not a new thing. It’s happened over and over and over again throughout history, typically with attractive serial killers, but also with killers in general. I see a lot of it surrounding Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, and James Holmes. Some examples include:
As was stated before, there’s much controversy surrounding this topic, on both sides. Two different arguments are as listed below (Source; Tumblr):
I cannot stand people who criticize hybristophilia.
Like do you really think saying “but they killed people” is really going to make me say “Oh yes, I never realised that, i’ll stop feeling this way now” ?
We like what we like for whatever reason we like it.
And it doesn’t necessarily mean we condone their actions.
I’m sure everyone has an unusual paraphilia even if they won’t admit it.
So just accept it
On the other side:
There is a special place in hell for people who murder children.
One of the worst parts now is that the hybristophilia tag is about to erupt with crazy psychos professing their love for whoever murdered these innocent babies.
No fucks given about innocent people murdered. All they care about is idolizing murderers. Just. Fuck you. I can’t believe you psychos and your sick adoration when there are people who’s children have been murdered.
In the end, your opinion is your opinion. Many hybristophiles will feel as if one who commits a cruel crime is displaying the ultimate type of dominance. Like a male serial killer showing his masculinity in the boldest and strongest way possible. Those against hybristophilia will argue that these murders are no display of dominance: they are a display of insanity, and to claim love for them is not only absurd but disrespectful to the victim’s family.
As stated at the beginning of the paragraph, what you believe is yours to believe.
Many have seen the internet-sensational video titled “Two Guys One Hammer.” Essentially, it’s a snuff film. Specifically, it’s one the most disturbing and horrifying videos in existence. There are lots of snuff films out there, and they are a whole category of video in themselves. (A twisted and awful category, yes, but a category nonetheless) This video, which, for some reason, is still floating around the internet, takes the cake as the most twisted snuff film.
The video is a live record of the murder of 48-year-old Sergei Yatzenko. It takes place on July 12, four days before Yatzenko’s body was found mutilated and dead. He accepted a ride from two teenagers who would later be known as the Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs, with the intent of going to see his grandchild. He never got there. No, instead they took him to a remote forest location and violently tortured him before killing him. The video Two Guys One Hammer recounts this torture on tape, and shows Igor Suprunyuck thrusting a screwdriver into Yatzenko’s eyes and stomach, as well as stabbing him and beating him in the face with a hammer until it simply didn’t look like a face anymore. He was very much conscious throughout the video, and at parts, you can even hear him moaning in pain through the blood and flesh in front of what used to be his mouth.
I encourage everyone reading this to never, never see this snuff film. Keep in mind that Yatzenko was not the only victim of the Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs. They did similar things to other men, women, and children, some of which were also caught on tape but never leaked. A month later they were caught by authorities, and were found to have 21 human victims, after the countless animals they had tortured. The video I am describing is a depiction of a man in excruciating pain, a real man dying. The viewer, no matter how experienced in serial killers and gore they may be, will not be unaffected after watching this.
Meet Eleanor Louise Cowell: a pregnant runaway who is currently giving birth in Burlington, Vermont, in a home for unwed mothers. Her son, who is in the process of being born is about to be named Theodore Robert Cowell, and he is going to grow up to become one of the most terrifying and brilliant serial killers in America, and come in 14th place for the most lethal murderers in the world.
Eleanor would later return to her home, after her illegitimate son had been born, to the household she had left. She would come back to an abusive father and an agoraphobic mother. She had her son call his grandparents by the names “mother and father.” Eleanor would simply be his sister, and he was not to know that she was anything different. At a very young age, in this environment, Ted had already been showing signs of…well…not playing with a full deck of cards. One night, his aunt had awoken to find every knife in the house on her bed with her, and her three year old nephew looking at her, and smiling. Although Ted later told friends that he looked up to his “father” (who was actually his grandfather, although there was speculation that Samuel Cowell was actually Ted’s father and grandfather) and the two were very close. The truth of this, however, cannot be verified. But what can be verified is the fact that Samuel Cowell was a racist, an abusive father, a psychotic, and a man who was cruel to animals as well as his family. So, in 1950, Eleanor changed her name to Louise Nelson, and brought her son with her. By this time, Ted would have already known that Louise was his mother, but this would never be spoken until later, and it wouldn’t be spoken to her. In 1951, Louise married Johnny Bundy, and once again her name was changed with her son’s name.
Teenage years were quite rocky. Although he was described by many to be quiet, well-spoken, and intelligent, he would also look for pictures of mutilated women, and prowl the streets at night, looking for every opportunity to “become a peeping tom.” When he was 14 years old, a girl named Ann Marie Burr, who lived on his block, went missing and was never found again. Whether or not this was the work of a future maniac is to be determined.
And then came the turning point…the breaking point, if you will. Her name was Stephanie Brooks, and she attended the same college that Ted Bundy would years later. The two were in a relationship for two years, but they both had different outlooks on the other. Brooks saw nothing but a college romance; something that wouldn’t ever go anywhere, and someone she certainly couldn’t see herself spending the rest of her life with. Bundy, however, saw her as the light of his life…someone who was everything that he wanted. So, when she ended it in 1967, he was less than pleased.
He became quite depressed. His grades in school slowly lowered, and he eventually dropped out. Of course, he would move on to other things, but he didn’t ever forget about Stephanie. In fact, he would begin a seven-year long quest to get her back. And when he reached the end of that seven years, now in another college and in possession of another girlfriend (one who looked just like Stephanie, with long brown hair parted down the middle) he finally got Stephanie to say yes to an engagement proposal. And then, he dropped her like a rock. Seven years of anticipation for the chance to humiliate her the same way she humiliated him, and he took it.
That’s when the murders began. The first noted was Joni Lenz, who didn’t die…but suffered from serious brain damage for the rest of her life. When they found her, she had been beaten over the head with a bedpost, and then brutally raped with the same instrument, causing serious damage to some internal organs. The next victim, a casualty, was Lynda Ann Healy, who vanished from her basement-bedroom apartment on February 1st of 1974. Bundy had come into her room, bashed her head in and killed her, and re-dressed her from her nightgown into something he thought to be better-looking. When he dragged out her lifeless body, she wouldn’t be found until much later, when she was a dead, headless corpse who had shown signs of being sexually assaulted, multiple times, after death.
Following her were the murders of many other women who had their hair just as she did: long, brown, and parted down the middle. The same hair that Stephanie Brooks had, the same hair that Louise Bundy had. Finally, in 1976, he was arrested and put on trial for the kidnapping of Carol DaRonch. Carol was picked up by a man who had claimed to be a police officer. By the time he tried to handcuff her when she was in the car, she realized that this was not the case. The terrified 17 year old kicked and fought, and eventually escaped. She would identify Ted Bundy later, in the courtroom, as the man who tried to handcuff her.
The trial couldn’t be completed, because he jumped out of a two-story window and ran away when he got the chance. He was caught several days later, and then ran away again by carving a crawl-space through the wall of his jail cell, using a plate. This time, the police weren’t so successful in getting to him as they were the first time. He ran to Tallahassee, Florida, and continued to kill people. A few weeks after his arrival, he went into a sorority house at a late hour of the morning, and bludgeoned three college girls with a club. Two of them were dead–one of the dead girls had been sexually assaulted after he killer her. The two girls left alive suffered from awful injuries that would last a lifetime. Their names were Karen Chandler and Kathy Kleiner. Karen was left with a concussion, broken jaw, broken teeth, broken bones in the face, and a crushed finger. Kathy’s jaw was broken in three different places, she had whiplash on her neck, and there were very deep and torn gashes on her shoulder. After Bundy had left the sorority house, he moved right on to another girl’s residence, Cheryl Thomas. Meaning to kill her, he crept into her apartment and threw her around: up against walls, on the floor…and beat her with the same club he beat the other four girls with. Fortunately, someone heard her screaming and came to her aid. He left immediately, and although he wasn’t caught, she was alive. He left her with a fractured skull in five places, a broken jaw, a dislocated shoulder, and the eight cranial nerve broken. This left her with no hearing in one ear and no equilibrium in her movements. But Bundy wasn’t done in Tallahassee. A few weeks later, he kidnapped a twelve year old girl named Kimberly Leach, and she wasn’t seen alive again.
Finally, he was caught just outside of Tallahassee and convicted for several other crimes, such as theft and stealing identity. They didn’t find out that he was the man who had killed all those girls until later, when detectives began putting the pieces together.
For his trial, Bundy defended himself as his own lawyer. Things could have gone better for him. He got the death penalty and was sentenced to the electric chair. His final interview was a cadenza of blaming pornography for his actions and selling that blame to quite a few people. And upon his death, people cheered for his death and cried for his death.
This is a two-part topic. Stay tuned for a follow-up article about the following Serial Killer.
Those of you who are fascinated with true crime media are probably quite familiar with Ann Rule. As the first book review by The Twisted Cafe, I figured we’d kick it off with truly brilliant work, by a truly brilliant writer. One that was semi-about the writer. Many know Ann Rule as an author who writes of murder and detective work, both true and fictional, and some also know that she had a longstanding friendship with Ted Bundy. Yes, Ted Bundy, one of the most famous serial killers in American history.
Naturally, the book entitled The Stranger Beside Me is about this very friendship. First published in 1980 as Ann Rule’s first book, with additional chapters in 1986, 1989, and 2000, this book was both a shocking and sympathetic take on Ted Bundy. While accurately describing each murder with as much detail as can be (without sending the reader into a fit of tears), it also depicts him as he was seen by the general public before he was convicted: someone who was charming and friendly, but had a hidden side of emotional immaturity…one that was not seen by many. It denies common misconceptions about him and supports others.
The two first met working as partners at a crisis hotline in 1971. Rule had been going through a divorce at the time, and dealing with guilt stemming from this divorce. Not only did her partner console the callers, but also consoled her. She describes him as friendly, kind, and even says that she considered him “the perfect husband,” had she been younger. All of this, while these awful, violent, and unspeakable acts of murder are going on, cases being turned to the police…some of which she is asked by the authorities to help out with. The reader, of course, knows who the culprit is, but the author does not…or didn’t, at the time. As time unravels, she finds out more and more about a man who she called her friend, and as her knowledge of him progresses, so does the violent nature of the murders.
Ann Rule’s hatred of Ted Bundy worsens over time. Even when he is jailed and put on trial for the murders, the two talk as friends, and write to each other. Her suspicion of him worsens and worsens as the pages get higher in numbers. By the time that she decides to add in the newer chapter in 1989, she seems so utterly not conflicted in his fate. In 2000, she seems completely disgusted with him and describes him as a “sadistic sociopathic killer” in final few words of the book.
The nature of the murders gets so disturbing and graphic that I’ll take this time now to warn the younger readers of this blog to be cautioned of the book. It is simultaneously horrifying and emotional–on one hand, you know who he is and what he’s done. On the other, he is written seeming so terribly perfect…someone who cannot possibly commit these crimes. The reader can choose very many ways to analyze Ted Bundy in reading these pages, but which analysis is correct? It is evident within the pages that he has been studied over and over and over again by countless psychologists and countless writers and countless others. No one has ever been able to analyze him in a way that’s definite, which is probably the most disturbing quality of the book, and at the same time the part most intriguing.
The most recent item that’s been added to the menu of The Twisted Cafe has been done so two days ago from the time this post was written. (For those who don’t care to look at it’s date, it was The 15th of April)
Yours Truly is walking to Starbucks to meet her friends. It’s a normal day and the sun is shining. Upon her arrival into the coffee shop, she sees them, sits down, and hears the first shocking bit of words come out of her friend’s mouth: “Boston was just bombed!”
Yes, it’s true. During the Boston Marathon, two bombs went off and killed two people (by some miracle, only two) and injured many, many more…somewhere above 180. Turn on the news before the week is up, you can probably see an amateur video that was taken by someone at the scene. It looks at first like a regular video capturing the runners of the marathon as they cross the finish line. People are running, bystanders are watching, police are guarding. Suddenly, in the background, an enormous boom accompanied by a burst of fire and smoke erupts. This is the first bomb. At first, people do nothing but watch it, as if they’re in a state of shock. Some of the runners don’t even look behind them, but when they do, they don’t stop running. People begin to scream. The cameraman runs over to the explosion to get a closer look at what happened, when suddenly, another bomb explodes almost adjacent to the first. More people are screaming, and smoke is now filling the air and streets. Panic is everywhere, even in the faces and actions of police officers who have no idea about what is happening. In an attempt to do their jobs as best as possible, they try to ward off people from the bomb area, but can do nothing to stop the bomb.
As of now, no one has a lead as to who or what caused this, and why they did it. President Barack Obama made a statement about the bombing, which, in a nutshell, described that the country and the authorities would find out what happened, and why it happened, and who did it. “We still do not know who did this, or why. And people should not jump to conclusion before we have all the facts,” says Obama. “But make no mistake, we’ll find out who did this, we’ll find out why they did this… Any responsible groups will feel the full weight of justice,” He concludes. Hopefully, this statement will prove to be accurate in a very swift amount of time.
My thoughts go out to those who have been injured in the bombing, and to those who know people, or love people, who have been wounded. I, along with many others, wish you all a fast recovery as well as justice for this crime.
Below is the video described above. I’ll caution you to watch at your own risk.
We’ve all heard about one serial killer or another. There’s tons of them out there; dead or alive, free or in jail. The obvious ones are people like Ted Bundy, or Jeffrey Dahmer, or Charles Manson. There are, however, several others who have methods for killing victims which are far more grotesque and disturbing, and have managed to get away with it vastly more times than others have. Why, then, are people not as aware about them as they are about murderers who are already dead or serving a life sentence?
Pedro Lopez is the perfect example of a killer such as this. In fact, he is the perfect example of a serial killer, period. His childhood, his later years, and his murders all display the buildup of a certain psychology that’s found in many like him. He was the child of a prostitute, and the seventh of thirteen children. There had been several reports that his mother beat each of them with a crowbar whenever she was angry, which, I’m assuming, left them each in their own awful place when it came to family. Pedro was eight years old when his mother caught him sexually molesting his younger sister. In response to this, he was kicked out and left to fend for himself.
He didn’t do a very good job of this. Karma took it’s toll on him when he was picked up by an older man with the promise of food and a place to stay. What was the truth of the offer? Well, there was no truth. Instead of a home, he was taken to an abandoned building and repeatedly raped by this man until eventually he was thrown back out onto the streets.
The cycle repeated again when he was adopted by an American family and enrolled in a school. Things were looking up…until the age of twelve when he was, once again, molested by a male teacher who worked there. Out of anger and resentment, he ran away from his family and began to make a living by begging. Obviously, that didn’t work out for him so he switched his career choice to stealing and selling cars. Like the first option, things could have gone a little better for him. In 1969, he was arrested by the authorities for this very act…and you know what they do to guys like him in prison.
Somewhere along the way, he cracked and broke. The resentment for his past and the anger that never really had a chance to escape consumed him.
He was let out in 1978, and wasted no time in finding and killing the men who raped him in prison. After gaining a taste for murder, he began traveling throughout Peru and stalking young girls from indigenous tribes. Stalking, and killing. He managed to kill an estimated 100 people before being captured by one of the tribes, and tortured mercilessly. Right as they were about to kill him, however, he was saved by an American missionary who convinced the tribe to turn him over to the Peruvian authorities. The missionary should probably have just let the tribe kill him though, because as soon as he was given to the police, they simply deported him to Ecuador. How funny that when he landed there, the amount of missing girls skyrocketed, as when he went to Columbia afterwords. It was assumed by many that the reasoning behind the disappearances was because of sex trafficking. Of course, that was not the reason.
The last girl he tried to kill at that time was a girl named Marie Poveda. She was saved when Lopez was running away with her in his arms, and her mother screamed for help. Help came, and ultimately he was taken to the police. When in the custody of them, they couldn’t get any bit of information out of them. So as an alternative plan, they disguised a police officer as a priest and sent him in to get a confession. Long and gruesome story short, the officer heard such disgusting and awful acts of violence from Lopez that he had to leave in the middle of the confession. He confessed that he would stalk towns in broad daylight for a girl who looked innocent. He would then kidnap them, again in broad daylight. While he had them, he would rape them and then strangle them, looking directly into their eyes and watching the light fade away. Sometimes, he would position the dead bodies up after everything was over and have tea parties with them, hold conversations with them. His explanation for these acts? “I lost my innocence at age eight, so I did the same thing to as many girls as I could find.”
These claims were validated when a flood befell one of the mass graves for his victims, revealing well over 300 bodies. He bragged his murders to Ron Laytner at an interview in prison during the 20 years-life sentence that he received. He called himself “the man of the year.” Some of what he said in the interview is as follows:
“I went after my victims by walking among the markets searching for a girl with a certain look on her face— a look of innocence and beauty. She would be a good girl, working with her mother. I followed them sometimes for two or three days, waiting for when she was left alone. I would give her a trinket like a hand mirror, then take her to the edge of town where I would promise a trinket for her mother…I would take her to a secret hideaway where prepared graves waited. Sometimes there were bodies of earlier victims there. I cuddled them and then raped them at sunrise. At the first sign of light I would get excited. I forced the girl into sex and put my hands around her throat. When the sun rose I would strangle her…It was only good if I could see her eyes, it would have been wasted in the dark — I had to watch them by daylight. There is a divine moment when I have my hands around a young girl’s throat. I look into her eyes and see a certain light, a spark, suddenly go out. The moment of death is enthralling and exciting. Only those who actually kill know what I mean…When I am released I will feel that moment again…It took the girls five to 15 minutes to die. I was very considerate. I would spend a long time with them making sure they were dead. I would mirror to check whether they were still breathing. Sometimes I had to kill them all over again. They never screamed because they didn’t expect anything would happen. They were innocent…My little friends liked to have company. I often put three or four into one hole. But after a while I got bored because they couldn’t move, so I looked for more girls.”
The worst part of this? Read on. He was let out after twenty years for good behavior, but re-arrested in 2002. After that, no one has any idea as to what happened to him. He’s been in and out of jail for murders in between then, and as of now it’s estimated that he’s killed over 350 people. He could be free, he could be in jail. No one seems to be entirely sure.
Pedro Lopez has been ranked as the second most lethal serial killer in history. He follows Luis Garavito, who has an estimation of over 450 murders, with his estimation of over 350.