The Serial Killer Podcast
The Serial Killer Podcast (TSK) is a true crime show that delves into the lives and crimes of serial killers. Hosted by Norwegian Thomas Wiborg-Thune, the podcast explores the killers' backgrounds, particularly their childhood and youth, and describes their murders in graphic detail. The show aims to provide a truthful understanding of the killers' development and criminal behavior. It airs weekly and has over 17 million downloads.
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10 Year Anniversary Special | HH Holmes | The Devil in the White City - Part 4
Tonight we continue our 10-year anniversary series on the Devil in the White City himself, HH Holmes. In October 1893, Chicago's mayor Carter Harrison is assassinated just as the World's Columbian Exposition draws to a close, and the glittering White City begins to crumble. Meanwhile, Holmes' downfall begins as the true depth of his depravity comes to light.Patreon: https://www.patreon
10 Year Anniversary Special | HH Holmes | The Devil in the White City - Part 3
In this 10-year anniversary episode, we continue the HH Holmes story into 1892 Chicago as the World's Columbian Exposition approaches. His half-finished hotel at 63rd and Wallace becomes the setting for a familiar pattern—and for Emeline Cigrand, the young stenographer whose disappearance would leave behind more evidence than any case connected to him before his arrest.Patreon: https://www.pat
10 Year Anniversary Special | HH Holmes | The Devil in the White City - Part 2
Chicago, 1886. A charming young doctor arrives in a city where nobody knows his past—and quickly begins building a future of deception, ambition and murder. In this second episode of the HH Holmes saga, we follow his rise in Chicago, the creation of the infamous building that would later become known as the “Murder Castle,” and the disappearance of Julia Smythe and her young daughter Pearl. But ho
10 Year Anniversary Special | HH Holmes | The Devil in the White City - Part 1
To celebrate ten years of The Serial Killer Podcast, we begin a special series on one of America’s most infamous killers: H.H. Holmes. Against the dazzling backdrop of the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair, we trace the early life of Herman Webster Mudgett and his transformation into the charming doctor, con man and murderer the world would come to know as H.H. Holmes.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 7
In the gripping conclusion to the Bradley Robert Edwards / Claremont serial killer saga, police finally put a name and face to the man they had hunted for more than two decades. Follow the extraordinary DNA breakthrough that led to Edwards’ dramatic arrest, the disturbing secrets uncovered from his past, and the marathon trial that finally delivered justice for Jane Rimmer and Ciara Glennon. A chi
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 6
He attacked her from behind, one arm looping around her body while his right hand forced a cloth gag into her mouth, silencing her before she had time to understand what was happening. Davis, seated on a wheeled office chair, was terrified, certain in that moment that her life was in danger. Her attacker was tall and powerfully built, and he had come prepared, cable ties already sitting ready in h
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 5
Victims were chosen opportunistically but matched specific fantasy criteria involving age, appearance, and physical build. Nothing was left to chance. He would prepare a specialized kit with tools, restraints, and tape, carrying it in his vehicle. The profile painted a solo operator; he was intelligent, strategic, lived within about five kilometers of Claremont, and was intimately familiar with it
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 4
Police had at this time gained tunnel vision regarding a suspect named Lance Williams. He had volunteered, insisted actually, on being given a polygraph test. He supposedly failed this test as it showed anomalous scores after he was asked if he was a serial killer. Here I would like to pause for a brief moment, dear listener, and comment on something. Polygraph testing should, in my humble opinion
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 3
The long-running investigation into the Claremont killings reaches its climax as advances in forensic technology finally yield a breakthrough. Detectives re-examine cold evidence from the attacks, uncovering a crucial DNA link that points to a seemingly ordinary local man—Bradley Robert Edwards—who had been hiding in plain sight for decades.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodc
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 2
He grabbed her and slammed her head against the brick wall repeatedly, at least six times by her account, while simultaneously attempting to tear her skirt from her body. She told the officers from 79 Division who took her statement that she had believed, with complete and terrifying certainty, that she was going to be raped or killed. She fought back with everything she had. The struggle was noti
Bradley Robert Edwards | Claremont Serial Killer - Part 1
When she was close enough, he came out of the dark behind her with a violence that gave her no time to think or react; he drove her face-first into the grass with enough force to knock the breath from her body. Before she could scream, before she could roll or kick or run, he had flipped her onto her back, dropped his full weight onto her stomach, and shoved a cloth deep into her mouth. Then he wr
Oba Chandler | The Devil of Tampa Bay
The crimes were escalating. In November 1968, he was caught peeping through a woman's bedroom window in the dead of night, and not just watching. He was caught pleasuring himself while spying on her, his violation of her privacy turning into something more sinister. In 1969, he broke into a Cincinnati beauty salon and stole twenty-one wigs worth over thirteen hundred dollars, a strange crime that
Lee Choon-Jae - The Night Walker
The killings began on the 15th of September 1986. The first victim was a 71-year-old woman whose name has never been officially released to the public, a decision perhaps made to protect the dignity of her grieving family in a conservative society. She was found the following morning in a field near Taean township in Hwaseong County. Her body lay face-up among the late-summer stubble of a harveste
Rex Heuermann - The Long Island Serial Killer | Revealed
A cryptic message hinted at a possible connection between the victims and a shadowy figure. The hunt intensified as the task force followed the trail of clues, navigating the intricate web woven by the perpetrator. Detective James Rodriguez's forensic expertise played a pivotal role. He uncovered a chilling pattern in the crime scenes, linking the intricate knots used to bind the victimsPatreon:&n
K.D. Kempamma - Cyanide Mallika
Death by cyanide ingestion is one of the most rapid and merciless forms of poisoning, unfolding like a sudden cellular blackout that starves the body of energy even while oxygen floods the bloodstream. It is not the gentle, drifting unconsciousness of some toxins; it is a violent hijacking of the mitochondria—the power plants inside every cell—leading to histotoxic hypoxia, where tissues literally
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 7
His hand came close to her face and she bit down into the thick flesh of his thumb with everything she had. She tasted blood; warm and metallic; and her jaw locked in a muscle spasm she could not control, her teeth sunk deep into him. They struggled in the dimness, an almost absurd tableau of a massive man trying to shake free from a woman less than half his size who had her teeth in him and would
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 6
Jack the Ripper terrorized Whitechapel in the fall of 1888, killing at least five prostitutes—the canonical five: Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes, and Kelly. Brutal murders with throat cuts and surgical mutilations. Police received taunting letters, including the infamous “From Hell” with a piece of kidney, but the killer was never identified. He vanished as suddenly as he appeared. One of histo
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 5
They found her on the roof. Her car was parked perfectly between the lines, the doors locked, the keys gone. It was a ghost vehicle. Inside, her textbooks sat on theseat, waiting for a student who was never coming back. There were no signs of a fight, no broken glass, no blood on the upholstery. The car was as clean as Karen’sreputation. Forensic technicians took the car to the lab and went over i
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 4
Her car was found parked in a rest area on the road leading up to the Santiam Pass just north of Albany, Oregon, and slightly east of the I-5. The red-and-white Rambler had no external damage, and it was locked. No blood. No sign of struggle. There were a few personal items belonging to Jan Whitney. There were no keys. In processing the Rambler, state police I.D. technicians lifted a good latent p
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 3
He swung into an overgrown driveway and killed the engine beside a deserted farmhouse. Gray weathered siding, wind whistling through broken windows—no neighbours, no help for miles. Without a sound, Jerry hauled her out and started beating her. Fists hammered her face, her breasts. Blood filled her mouth, warm and metallic. She screamed anyway, knowing it probably wouldn't matter. He tore at her c
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 2
His fetish expanded beyond footwear to encompass various forms of feminine undergarments and intimate apparel. He became fascinated with brassieres, panties, girdles, and the complex systems of garters and stockings that women used to maintain their appearance. Jerome developed an intense appreciation for the texture and feel of these soft fabrics, finding them almost as compelling as the high-hee
Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 1
He was breathing heavily, although it had taken so little effort to swing the length of two-by-four against her head and feel the satisfying impact when it hit. She had dropped like a stone, collapsing without a sound beyond the initial thud. He knelt beside her and checked to see if she was still breathing. He thought he detected a slight movement in her ribs. And then he placed both his hands ar
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 8
Blake rested his hand on his service revolver, weighing the morality of gunning Boone down on the courthouse steps, when he heard the news. Boone didn’t have the cash. He possessed neither valuables sufficient to pawn nor property to offer a money lender. By the end of the day, during which he had performed some truly fantastic work, Mr. Bishop began questioning whether he would ever receive payme
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 7
His first victim stood blind drunk, pissing on the side of the trading post. Boone simply strolled up behind him, placed the pistol barrel to his nape, and pulled the trigger.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https:
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 6
Burton tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but his throat had clamped shut, parched and brittle as ancient parchment left too long in the sun. His voice only clawed its way back in a ragged, desperate croak the instant Boone pressed the knife down against the flesh of his right leg, just above the knee, and the first thin, crimson line of blood welled up, hot and sticky, tracing a lazy rivulet down
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 5
A few of the abandoned men, their wills broken, staggered blindly after Boone and Burton once they finally realized the terrible deception. But in tragically little time, they were completely snow-blind and hopelessly lost, staggering aimlessly away from the faint path and each other as the relentless, creeping tendrils of hypothermia finally took hold of their core. Some
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 4
When the sun finally rose, he methodically availed himself of the dead's belongings, precisely as he always did, but for the first time, he could not bring himself to look directly at the body. Usually, he felt absolutely no sting of remorse or burning shame—he had successfully convinced himself that he was entirely immune to such weak human frailties—but now, a strange, heavy guilt
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 3
She fought him off when she could, her arms straining against his weight, her breath hitching as she prayed for him to collapse into a drunken stupor. On good nights, he’d pass out mid-act, his body slumping onto her like a felled oak, his breath hot and sour against her neck. She would shove him aside, her muscles trembling, and crawl to the edge of the bed, curling into herself to escape the mem
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 2
He’d deliberately pick fights with men leaving the tavern, a predator stalking his prey. Experience had honed his dangerous edge; he was now a skilled brawler, a calculated bully, and stronger than any man had a right to be. The young women of the town, caught in the romantic fantasy of taming a wild man, were drawn to him. But at home, the attention he received was far less flattering. His father
Levi Boone Helm | The Kentucky Cannibal - Part 1
The room fell silent, the other patrons—hard men with scarred hands and wary eyes—sensing the storm about to break.Dutch rose slowly, his shadow swallowing the light as he turned to face Boone. In his hand was a Bowie knife, its blade glinting like a sliver of moonlight. Boone, his revolver waving wildly, grinned—a crooked, feral slash that promised blood. The sight of Dutch, a mountain of a man,
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 10
Within three hours of beginning the search, investigators found a three-ring notebook. Investigator Sachtleben later said of his findings, and I quote: “I also observed notebooks that contain what I recognize to be diagrams and notes that are consistent with the manufacture of destructive devices such as pipe bombs. Ten three-ring binders. These binders contain page after page of meticulous writin
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 9
The lead agent called out to Ted, asking for help with a property line. Ted, wary, peered from the doorway, his frame gaunt from years of isolation. The agent stepped closer,explaining the map issue. As Ted leaned forward, the agent grabbed his right arm, yanking him from the cabin. Another agent swiftly cuffed his left, snapping on handcuffs. Ted struggled briefly, his boots scuffing the dirt, bu
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 8
The blast site was a slaughterhouse: blood on the walls, metal quills in the plaster, the air thick with the smell of explosives. Murray’s remains were barely recognizable, pieces collected in bags for analysis. The Unabomber’s early bombs left room for doubt—maim or kill? Sacramento settled it. Ted, the Unabomber, was out for blood,targeting anyone pushing the boundaries of tech and biology. The
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 7
Smoke billowed through the house as Susan ran outside, shouting for help. Their elder daughter, alerted by her mother’s cries, also sought assistance. The blast came from a pipe bomb crafted by the Unabomber.Essex County Sheriff Armando Fontoura summoned the ATF, who sifted through the kitchen debris and identified parts consistent with the Unabomber’s previous devices. As always, the bomber used
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 6
Ted grappled with his own contradictions: “As you know, I have no respect for law or morality. Why have I never committed any crime? (of course, I’m not talking about something like shooting a grouse out of season now and then. I mean felony type stuff—burglary, arson, murder, etc.) Lack of motive? Hardly. As you know, I have a good deal of anger in me and there are lots of people I’d like to hurt
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 5
The Unabomber’s evolution was chilling. His early bombs, crude concoctions of smokeless powder and match heads, were child’s play compared to this. The device that maimed Hauser was a three-quarter-inch-diameter pipe, sealed with metal bar stock plugs and secured with pins. Nail fragments, lead, and double-pointed tacks served as shrapnel, designed to maximize suffering. Six D-cell batteries, thei
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 4
The homemade green cylindrical box perched atop a can on the floor was studded with dials and gauges, or so the instructor said later. Angelakos saw wires—loop switches attached to the sides running up each upright shaft of a wooden handle. This in turn was attached to the wooden box that rested on top of the gallon can. Angelakos reached out for it tentatively, and this slight movement was enough
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 3
ATF experts analyzed the scattered remains: a nine-inch-long, one-inch-wide pipe encased in a wooden box, secured with nails, rubber bands, screws, epoxy, three-quarter-inch black plastic tape, and half-inch filament tape. The explosive was two types of smokeless powder packed in the pipe. The makeshift trigger resembled a child’s plaything: a nail tensed by several rubber bands. Opening the handc
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 2
Griffin would put the blame for our environmental problems on excessive individual freedoms. Actually, most of the problems are direct or indirect results of the activities of large organizations; namely corporations and governments. It is these organizations, after all, that control the structure and development of society. Perhaps the most unfortunate thing that has ever happened to individual L
Ted Kaczynski | The Unabomber - Part 1
They are then escorted into the gas chamber, often under heavy security, and secured to a chair with restraints around their wrists, ankles, waist, and chest to prevent movement. A stethoscope or other monitoring device is typically attached to their chest, extending outside the chamber so a physician can listen for the cessation of heartbeat or breathing, which signals death. Once the convict is
Tsutomu Miyazaki | The Little Girl Murderer
Tsutomu Miyazaki liked to taunt the parents of his victims with chillingly silent phone calls or postcards containing gloating messages. He left a box on the doorstep of the parents of his first victim, four-year-old Mari Konno. Inside were fragments of charred bone, ten baby teeth and photographs of the clothes their daughter had been wearing the day she disappeared. Typed on a single piece of pa
Herbert Mullin - Part 5
Mullin didn’t fit the killer mold. This clean-cut ex-flower-child looked more like he’d stumble over a peace rally than a murder scene. Cops might’ve sneered at hippies, but they didn’t peg them—or guys like Mullin—for bloody rampages. At first, his calm vibe seemed like he’d play ball. They figured prying answers out of him about that day’s madness would be a breeze. That illusion shattered fast.
Herbert Mullin - Part 4
The blade sliced her open, her flesh separating with a cold precision, skin and fat sliding apart as if they’d been primed to rupture all along. Blood saturated everything—her dress, the grass, his hands, the knife—a predictable mess, though far worse was still to come. He set the knife aside and forced his fingers into the incision, pushing past the spasming muscle that gripped his wrist with the
Herbert Mullin - Part 3
The police approached the Mullin family home, their knocks echoing like the tolling of a death knell through the silent house, surrounded by uncollected mail, a silent testament to absence. Imagining the worst, they prepared to breach this fortress of solitude, fearing Herb had taken his own life in some final, desperate act. As they made arrangements for a warrant, a neighbor emerged, a ghoul fro
Herbert Mullin - Part 2
Herb began experimenting with drugs, initially using marijuana to soothe his anxiety. However, he soon recognized its impact on his intellectual sharpness, which was crucial for his self-image as the "most likely to succeed." He switched to hallucinogens, particularly LSD, becoming so enamored with it that he inked a tattoo across his stomach advocating for its legalization. While these drugs
Herbert Mullin - Part 1
He had to offer Her blood, much like the ancient cultures did, recognizing Her under various guises of gods and goddesses but understanding that sacrifice was necessary to stave off Her wrath. Her anger, palpable even now, was seething beneath the earth's crust, knocking at the edges of his psyche. She was incensed at humanity's degeneration, furious at their shortcomings.Patreon: https://www
Charles Manson - Part 10
When we dive into the dark saga of the Manson Family, the names Sharon Tate, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca often dominate the narrative. Yet, the shadow cast by Charles Manson and his followers extends into numerous other grim chapters, each involving real people with lives, dreams, and stories that were cut short. Let's take a closer look at these lesser-known victims, their lives, and the circumsta
Charles Manson - Part 9
Deciphering Charles Manson's words is always challenging, but this particular note is less obscure than his usual communications. "Gold" was his nickname for Nancy Pitman, one of his favored Family members, whom he had earlier called "Nancy" in the same message. In early 1970, Pitman was a regular visitor to the jailed defendants, acting on Manson's instructions.Patreon: https://www.patreon.c
Charles Manson - Part 8
Through a combination of deception and coercion, they elicited a confession from Atkins, who admitted to holding Hinman while Beausoleil inflicted the fatal wounds. This confession proved to be a pivotal moment in the investigation, solidifying the link between the Manson Family and the gruesome murders.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkille
Charles Manson - Part 7
The streets of Oakland became their battlefield. In 1967, Huey Newton, the party's charismatic leader, spilled blood in a fatal confrontation with a police officer during a routine traffic stop. The following year, Eldridge Cleaver, the fiery Minister of Information, was embroiled in a shootout that left both himself and two cops wounded, and a young Panther dead. The violence spread to the sun-ki
Charles Manson - Part 6
Hinman was tortured over three days before he was killed. Beausoleil admitted to stabbing Hinman twice in the chest. The Manson family reportedly used Hinman’s blood to scribble the words “Political Piggy” on the wall after the murder, and also included a panther paw to try and pin the slaying on the Black Panthers. Beausoleil was sentenced to death for his role in Hinman’s murder, but the sentenc
Charles Manson - Part 5
In this gripping episode we dive into the chilling saga of Charles Manson as we explore the final chapters of his life and the aftermath of his notorious actions. Uncover the unsettling details, complex personalities, and psychological forces that made Manson one of the most infamous figures in American history. Perfect for true crime enthusiasts, this episode will leave you both fascinated and un
Charles Manson - Part 4
Police burst into his bedroom and led him to the bloody bodies of Frokowski and Abigail Folger, lying on the lawn, and Steven Parent, slumped over the wheel of his car. Police spared Garretson a sight even more horrible inside the house. Sharon Tate, eight-and-a-half months pregnant, had been stabbed repeatedly and was curled in a fetal position as if to protect her unborn son. Nearby, a bloo
Charles Manson - Part 3
In this 3rd series of Charles Manson we discuss the chilling court defense that portrayed Charles Manson not just as a killer, but as a master manipulator who twisted the minds of his followers. Through psychological coercion, LSD, and hypnotism, Manson turned innocent individuals into willing participants in acts of unspeakable violence. We explore shocking testimonies from former Family members,
Charles Manson - Part 2
In February 1951, sixteen-year-old Manson embarked on another escape, this time with two companions. Their stolen car crossed state lines, a federal offense, and a roadblock in Utah abruptly ended their journey. Manson was sent to the National Training School for Boys in Washington, D.C., beginning a long and troubled journey through the federal reformatory
Charles Manson - Part 1
Come with me to explore Charles Manson, the notorious Manson Family and their leader. It begins with the gruesome murders on August 8, 1969, at Sharon Tate’s home, detailing the backgrounds of the killers and their descent into violence under Manson’s influence. The episode sets the historical context of the late 1960s, highlighting the end of the hippie movement and the societal impact of the cri
Lorenzo Gilyard - The Kansas City Strangler
Step into the shadows of Kansas City with our latest podcast episode, as we uncover the chilling saga of Lorenzo Gilyard, the Kansas City Strangler. For over 16 years, Gilyard’s reign of terror left a trail of fear and unanswered questions. How did this seemingly ordinary man evade capture for so long, and what drove him to commit such heinous acts? Join me as we delve into the investigation that
Joel Rifkin | Joel the Ripper - Part 3
After a brief encounter, she followed him to a grimy rented room where they had sex. What transpired next is a chilling portrait of violence. When Rifkin was nearing climax, he clasped his hands around the poor woman’s throat and squeezed the life out of her as he ejaculated inside her. To him, it was the ultimate power trip, his fantasy of total domination come to life. When he rolled off her cor
Joel Rifkin | Joel the Ripper - Part 2
In March 1989, Rifkin made a life-altering decision to kill, targeting a young woman named Susie from Manhattan’s East Village. This episode unravels the events that led to this horrifying crime. Rifkin, fueled by disappointment and rage, brutally attacked Susie with a heavy artillery shell before finally ending her life. Despite her fierce will to survive, Susie's struggle was ultimately in vain.
Joel Rifkin | Joel the Ripper - Part 1
The stench hit them first in the cluttered garage. A wheelbarrow overflowed with a crimson tide – human blood, thick and viscous. A pair of women’s panties lay discarded on the floor, a grotesque echo amongst the coils of rope and the rolled-up tarps. A chainsaw, its metallic teeth glinting in the harsh light, stood upright against the wall, stained a rusty red with the remnants of its grisly work
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 6
In this gripping episode of The Serial Killer Podcast we dive into the chilling tale of Gerard John Schaefer, a former police officer turned serial killer. The episode uncovers the gruesome details of Schaefer's crimes, his trial, and his eventual demise. It also explores the shocking revelations from Schaefer's own writings, which some believe to be confessions. This episode is a must-listen for
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 5
The torture the girls were subjected to have been difficult to ascertain. The details probably fit with Schafer’s own writings, detailed in previous episodes in this series. One can only hope that Georgia lost consciousness, due to fear or intoxication, and that Susan, perhaps, had an epileptic episode and that in either case they would not have known what atrocities would befall them. But it is m
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 4
The 27th of September, 1972. A date etched in blood on the Florida calendar. Georgia Jessup, a wisp of a girl with dreams far exceeding her sixteen years, vanished from her home. No struggle, no screams, just a blue suitcase packed with aspirations – her own clothes, a few pilfered treasures from her mother's closet, and a younger sister's forgotten dress, a silent plea for a piece of childhood am
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 3
He took pleasure in the kill, not the bounty it provided. Songbirds, their sweet melodies silenced with a single, brutal crack. Land crabs, scuttled across the sand only to meet a leaden demise. These were the trophies John craved, not sustenance, but the chilling dominion over life and death. The boy who once played by the canal now held the power to extinguish the spark of life in living creatur
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 2
Fair warning, the content is graphic and disturbing. I quote: “She was expecting dinner but instead was driven down a deserted road. She was asked to get out of the car and submitted to a frisk search. Then the handcuffs were locked around her wrists and the blindfold placed over her eyes. She was then led away into the dark to the place of execution. She was assisted in mounting the laddar and sa
John Gerard Shaefer | Butcher of Blind Creek - Part 1
She worked the gag from her mouth and began to chew on the knot. The rope left little coarse hairs in her mouth which ground into her gums as she chewed, and it tasted like car oil. Her legs were also tightly bound with rope around her knees. She tried desperately to work her legs free but to no avail. The attempt seemed only to cut the blood flow to her feet, making them numb and, consequently, m
The West Mesa Bone Collector
In the subterfuge of this turbulent environment, a prolific monster operated right under the noses of law enforcement, preying on victims from the city’s most vulnerable population demographic. On the 2nd of February, 2009, Christine Ross was walking her dog Rucca through the morning shadows of Paradise, her West Mesa subdivision community, when the hound caught a scent. Within a minute, he'd
The Briley Brothers | The Slaying Brothers - Part 2
Only two souls managed to escape the deadly clutches of the Briley brothers, this time Linwood and Anthony, to tell their tale: William and Virginia Bucher. Now, both have passed on, their stories echoing in the grave. Unless the shadows of the past decide to part and reveal hitherto unknown survivors or witnesses, the blood-curdling events that transpired on the night of the 12th of March, 1979,
The Briley Brothers | The Slaying Brothers - Part 1
Imagine if you will, dear listener, an anonymous-looking apartment house on Barton Avenue, Richmond, state of Virginia. It hadn't been opened for three baking-hot days. Opening the door, the seasoned investigators were blasted with a wave of heat and rot. The smell was like a wall, or more apt; a tsunami of death hitting them square in the face as they entered. They had experienced this before, fo
Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria – The Red Monster of the USSR
Lavrenti Pavlovich Beria was a Georgian, like Stalin, who called him ‘my Himmler’. Involved in revolutionary activities from his teens and head of the secret police in Georgia in his twenties, he supervised the ruthless 1930s purges in the region and arrived in Moscow in 1938 as deputy to Nikolai Yezhov, aka ‘the blood-thirsty dwarf’, head of the Soviet secret police. He soon succeeded Yezhov, who
Luis Garavito | The Beast - Part 2
Brandishing a menacing knife, he binds the child securely with rope he brought with him. After the child is tied up, he cuts away the boy´s clothes so that he lies completely naked under the sun. Smiling, the serial killer’s mask falls away and he quickly masturbates over the now crying boy. According to Garavito, he made a quote/unquote "pact with the devil" and Satanic rituals were also incorpor
Luis Garavito | The Beast - Part 1
A darker facet of his childhood, less publicly disclosed but equally crucial in understanding this individual, was the sexual abuse he reportedly endured. The precise details of the abuse that Garavito endured are, understandably, scant and thinly documented. What is recognized, however, is that the sexual violence perpetrated against him was reportedly recurrent, beginning from an eerily young ag
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 8
Buono returned to his office and told Cindy Hudspeth that it was time to close up his shop now but that he could give her some job openings if she would come into the house. She was grateful for his help. Once she sat down in the brown vinyl easy chair, her hours were numbered. Bianchi kept her occupied with small talk while Buono fetched the gag, tape, and cord. When she said that she lived in an
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 7
Small bruises showed around her breasts. And then, examining her more closely, Grogan noticed something that made him think at first that he was looking at the body of a drug addict: puncture marks on the inner arms. But there were only two puncture marks, none of the usual scars and needle tracks of the addict. The rectal bleeding and the absence on the body of any obvious signs of a dissipated,
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 6
He tried pulling back on her throat with his forearm first, then used a rag Buono handed him. Even though handcuffed, she managed to kick Buono in the head, so he held down her legs, draped over the back of the front seat, with his free hand until Bianchi had finished the job. When she was limp, Bianchi surreptitiously removed a large turquoise ring from her left hand and slipped it into his pocke
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 5
One afternoon Buono and his pals cruised by as school was letting out and noticed a boy standing alone with his books, waiting for a ride. The boy was wearing a maroon satin jacket with the name “Aristocrats” spelled out across its back. Buono ordered the car to stop and told his buddies that he wanted that jacket. He got out of the car while his three buddies waited. Then he walked up to the soli
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 4
Naked, she tried to beg, pleading with both cousins for her to be let go. Buono was put off by her unshaven legs and derided her as quote/unquote “some kind of a health nut.” He decided to pass up the sex this time, not even bothering to flip a coin, growing sullen and resentful at this affront to his intentions. Watching Bianchi trying to work up some enthusiasm for rape in the spare bedroom, Buo
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 3
Quietly and quickly they picked up the girl, Buono carrying her under the arms, Bianchi under the knees. Buono stepped first over the curb, and as Bianchi followed, his foot caught under the ice plant. He stumbled, almost fell, got his foot loose, and they dropped the body parallel to the curb, heaving her slightly, as one would throwing someone into a swimming pool. Neither the press nor tel
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 2
The two men was confident that they enjoyed complete privacy, there were no risk of prying eyes and since the house was located where it was; no outsiders could hear anyone scream. Buono got out and walked over to the laundry-room door at the side of the house, unlocking it. Sparky the dog was waiting on the steps but knew not to enter the house. When the girl asked what kind of place they had bro
Kenneth Bianchi & Angelo Buono | The Hillside Stranglers - Part 1
As with so many serial killer cases certain things are mysterious. It is clear that Bianchi and Buono are serial killer superstars, almost in the same league as Bundy and Dahmer. But their crimes were not particularly nefarious by serial killer standards. Nor did they rack up the greatest body count. But still, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about the case which makes it stand out. Perhaps it
