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There's arguably no one man who's been more inadvertently influential to the horror genre than Mr. Edward Gein. Because of him, authors and screenwriters were inspired to create the following characters: Norman Bates in Psycho, Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Buffalo Bill in The Silence of the Lambs. But let's not give Gein too much credit here. After all, he was a murderer who also dug corpses out of graveyards.

The nightmare that 12-year-old Shanda Sharer had to endure was beyond horrifying. Kidnapped and beaten, stabbed, tortured, and then burned alive by her assailants, one can only imagine the horror she suffered in the last moments of her life. Green Eyed Monster provides a terrifying glimpse into the minds of her killers, young girls who had led such horrible home lives and eventually descended into a life of sexual promiscuity, drugs, alcohol, self-harm, and physical violence.

Carl Eugene Watts was an American serial killer who was also dubbed the “Sunday morning slasher". He was suspected of killing at least 100 people between 1969 and 1982. Even as a child, Watts had been described as being “very strange” by his neighbors - and even family members. At the tender age of 12, Watts, to the horror of his family and others who knew him, admitted he had been having “fantasies” about stalking, kidnapping, and murdering young girls.

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.

Dean Corll was an electrician for Houston Power and Light, but most of Henley's friends knew him as the Candy Man, so named because he had labored for years in the candy manufacturing plant that he and his mother had once owned. Corll was famous for giving away candy to the kids. Little did they know that "the Candy Man of Houston" was in fact a sadistic, cruel, remorseless rapist and murderer. Between September 25, 1970 and August 3, 1973, Corll killed at least 28 young men and boys, and the actual number of victims may have been more than 30.

>"A bullet to the front of the head demonstrates good marksmanship. A bullet to the back of the head demonstrates good judgment." So quotes John Wesley Hardin, one of the infamous killers of the old west. But, like modern day killer Henry Lee Lucas, was he more of a bragger than a killer? Or was he more of a serial killer than a gun slinger? Was it the loss of his only love, Jane Bowen that drove him over the edge? Or was he just born to be a killer? Find out.

In True Criminal Minds: Interviews with Real Life Serial Killers: Volume II, author Brian Lee Tucker once again strips away all of the glitz and glamour so often associated with the romanticizing and glamorizing of modern day so called "true stories", featuring charming, suave serial killers that women just can't seem to stay away from.

If Pat Garrett didn't kill Billy the Kid on that night long ago in Fort Sumner, New Mexico, then obviously the Kid lived on to be someone else, no doubt under another alias. Indeed, it would have been extremely likely that he would have adopted another name to live his new life under, since he had shown such a propensity for adopting aliases for most of his life. In June of 1949, enter William Henry "Brushy Bill' Roberts - who claimed to be Billy the kid. Probate investigator William V. Morrison agreed to interview Brushy Bill.

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.

To characterize Aileen Wuornos' start in life as a poor beginning is truly an understatement. It was an awful beginning from the time she was born on February 29, 1956, as Aileen Carol Pittman. One of the few good things in her young life, ironically, was that her biological father, Leo Dale Pittman, never got to know her. Pittman was a psychopathic child molester who hanged himself in prison in 1969.

Richard Kuklinski would kill more than 125 people - some just for fun. Some would call Richard Kuklinksi a “hit man", while others would refer to him as one of the prolific serial murderers of our time. Or was he both? Did he suffer from antisocial and paranoid personality disorder, or was he, as some experts say, just born to kill? Born with an “evil gene” in his blood?

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.

Some time after his second meeting with the therapist, Marty Smartt was overheard telling someone he was afraid if he didn't get help soon he was going to go back to Keddie and “kill somebody, and didn't really give a shit who it was.” Within a short period of time following his last session, he returned to Keddie, California with a "friend" he'd met at the hospital, Severin Bob “Bo” Boubede. Author Brian Lee Tucker examines the weeks leading up to the murders, and the aftermath, with two suspects who were never charged, and the detectives who bungled the case.

Samuel Little, the son of a local prostitute, had already begun his career as a criminal - and murderer - by the time he was a teenager. By 1975, Little had been arrested 26 times, in 11 different states, for the crimes of theft, assault, rape, attempted rape, and even physical battery on government officials. Believe it or not, he was just getting started.

Based on excerpts from his own true confessions, Costume Party delves into the mind of one of the most prolific serial killers in American history, deep into the psychosis that was John Wayne Gacy's mind, a dark, terrifying place where most of society has never ventured - or would ever want 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.

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.

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 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.