In The Dead Girls, author Brian Lee Tucker examines the lives of six different women who, having lived on the streets for far too long, have now been pushed over the edge of sanity - and have finally become what they themselves had always feared the most. Among them is Donna, the fledgling serial killer who, born with a facial deformity that made her a social outcast, now peels the faces off of beautiful girls to wear as her own; and Gina, a barfly whose tendency to be promiscuous has led her into the lair of a murderous Picasso....
As cozy as their house had seemed, there was a cold secret beneath the house. At the bottom of the basement stairs and beyond a small pond-like sized puddle was where evil lived. It was the only part of the house that was always cold and damp no matter the time of day or time of year. Structurally speaking, it was part of the house but there were two, perhaps three steps that separated home from hell.
"Nothing like the official record"
Within a maze of true crime books that tend to provide only minor portions of the whole story, Serial Killers 101 provides a much more detailed and comprehensive insight into the world of some of the most infamous serial killers in American history.
In the book, Growing Up Jeffrey: The True Story of Jeffrey Dahmer, author Brian Lee Tucker examines Dahmer's life from the other side of the coin, from his early childhood to his teenage years to his first murder - seen through the eyes of a young man who, feeling as though he had never been a part of anything normal and loving, kept his inner demons bottled up inside until he couldn't fight the urges he'd kept at bay too long, and exploded in a frenzy of sexual violence, murder, and unadulterated evil, his deviant sexual appetites finally satisfied - until he became lonely again.
"The narrator is dull and painful to listen to."
Rape, sodomy, strangulation, stabbing, murder, and dismemberment. So were some of Joel David Rifkin's favorite "hobbies" that he inflicted on mostly drug addicted or alcoholic prostitutes from 1988 to 1993. Police finally caught up to Rifkin on June 28, 1993, when state troopers spotted him driving his pickup truck without license plates on the Southern State Parkway. A high-speed chase ended in Mineola, New York, when he crashed into a utility pole directly in front of the courthouse where he eventually stood trial.
"could not stop listening"
Ottis Toole, born at the bottom of the gene pool, retarded and illiterate, had been out of control since early childhood. A severely drug-dependent individual as well as an arsonist, murderer, rapist, and cannibal, he was unsafe under any conditions outside of a secure prison, and perhaps unsafe there. To him, life itself was so unmeaning, and the distinction between living and dead people so blurred, that killing another human being was no more than swatting an annoying fly.
Serial Killer Aileen Wournos finds a way to make herself beautiful.
This is an excerpt from the forthcoming audiobook collection of short stories about serial killers.
Serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer reflects back on his early life and his taste for murder and human flesh. To be included in the forthcoming audiobook Psychobabble: A Collection of Short Stories About Serial Killers, to be narrated by John Michael Kuczynski.
"Some people think I was born to kill other people, like it was bred into me, like I had been born with some kind of 'killer gene' in my blood. That's a bunch of bulls--t, though. Those head-shrinkers, they don't know the half of it. I just like killing other people, really, always have." So says the Valentine Killer, speaking of his past - and future.
An excerpt from the forthcoming audiobook collection, Psychobabble: A Collection of Short Stories About Serial Killers.
An in-depth look into the mind of Henry Lee Lucas, as he sits on death row, just weeks before his death, reflecting back on his life and the reasons for his crimes. Henry is, indeed, almost an anomaly in a genre full of faceless, cardboard killers. Henry is no Jason, Michael, or Freddy. He's real. That's the most frightening aspect of the film; Henry could be the guy next door, at times wearing an almost pleasant, trusting expression.
Ted Bundy was the man who defined the term "serial killer". Until his murderous rampage that spanned almost decades, law enforcement had never encountered such an elusive killer. Having experienced his first kill at age 14, he would go on to murder at least 36 young women, his last victim a 12-year-old grade school girl named Kimberly Leach - the crime for which he was sentenced to death in the electric chair.
On March 10, 2009, Michael Kenneth McLendon, 28, shot and killed 10 people in a shooting spree in three communities in two southern Alabama counties: Kinston in Coffee County, and Samson and Geneva in Geneva County. Five of the victims were family members and two were children. After engaging in an exchange of fire with police, he committed suicide, bringing the total of dead to 11. Officials at the time said this was the worst shooting event in Alabama history.
The city streets are a carnival, they are burlesque. The city moves like an insect. It scurries. Neon beats against the window like a probe, even in the day. And somewhere, buried deep within this crazy world, are two killers who call this place home. One of them, a man whose birth given name was Kenneth Bianchi but whom his friends know as Ken, waits in the shadows sipping beer and smoking a cigarette and watching the show with delightful glee.
"what a waste~ 1 STAR"
So it had always been this way. This burning desire that had crawled inside his skull since an early age. His mother had cried when she had seen all the bodies of the dead neighborhood pets. It had not bothered him. For what was the flesh for, other than to bleed? Society would call him a monster, he would call himself a god. He knew no man made bounds. He ruled his life as the master predator.
Brother Blood lives in a place where shadows come out after the sun goes down, and they don't come out to play. There are old folks in his building that draw social security checks that eat dog food and winos mark their territory like dogs, pissing in the stairwells. A scream from that building is routinely dismissed as anxiety. And a majority of the folks that lived there were white. As Brother Blood sat at his window looking down on the streets below, he couldn't help but wonder, is there any justice?
Serial killer William Suff plans to cook up some of his famous chili.
Charles Howard Schmid - aka the Pied Piper of Tucson - had quickly tired of being the object of ridicule and cruel jokes. He knew he was a real ladies man - and was going to prove it from now on. March 31, 1965. After a night of serious drinking, he proclaimed that he was going to kill a girl and get away with it. His victim, a 15-year-old girl, was lured to the desert where he raped and killed her.
The typical serial rapist leads a Dr. Jekyll-Mr. Hyde life, undetected by neighbors, co-workers, even family. He may work his way through dozens or even hundreds of victims before he's caught - assuming he ever is. Who are these men and what makes them tick? A small band of criminologists and psychologists make it their life's work to find out, devising elaborate psychological profiles of specific rapists.
"Tucker is a genius"