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The call me the Fixer. I repair things. I’m usually a very easy going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me – or anyone I love, God forbid – I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

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.

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.

In the audiobook The Serial Killer Monologues, author Brian Lee Tucker has assembled his “greatest hits”, a collection of excerpts from his most bizarre and terrifying books and excerpts that chronicle the lives of the some of the most prolific serial killers in history and some of their most horrifying and unspeakable crimes. 

According to the American Heritage dictionary, a serial killer is "a person who attacks and kills victims one by one in a series of incidents." In this audiobook, I examine quite a few serial killers and what I refer to as "fledgling serial killers," in order to give the listener a bird's eye view into the killer's past, which most vary in some way or another, to possibly understand why these men and women become the monsters they do. Will we ever really understand the serial killer? Now that, my friends, is a question for the ages.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Herb Baumeister seemed to have the perfect life; a loving wife, two beautiful children, a summer home getaway, and his own chain of thrift stores. But hidden behind his clever disguise of normalcy was a totally unbalanced, schizophrenic mind filled with violent sexual fantasies that could only be fulfilled by carrying out his fantasies through the act of autoerotic asphyxiation, torture, and murder.

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.

Charles Manson was known as prophet, a singer, a messiah - and then a mass murderer. But what the public didn't know was that behind the façade he so cleverly conveyed to his followers - and victims - was a little boy in a man's body, one who had never known a loving touch or a sincere hug or a tender kiss. Abused as a child, Charlie was passed around by his mother's boyfriends, who performed licentious acts upon him to further his education in the cold, cruel ways of the world that awaited him in manhood.

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.

An unflinching look into the mind of one of the most vicious serial killers in American history, The Serial Killer Chronicles chronicles the murderous exploits as Romeo, tiring of his boring and normal life as a respected member of the community, goes on a killing rampage and allows the listener to accompany him on his quest to kill as many women as possible.

An unflinching look into the mind of one of the most vicious serial killers in American history, The Serial Killer Chronicles chronicles the murderous exploits as Romeo, tiring of his boring and normal life as a respected member of the community, takes a "road trip" - his own code word for a killing rampage - and allows the listener to accompany him on his quest to kill as many women as possible - women that remind him of his mother.

The Serial Killer Chronicles is a drop dead frontal assault that provokes, rather than patronizes its reader, and is truly the most dangerous kind of true crime genre book in existence, pulling no punches and telling no lies – and narrated by one of the most dangerous men in existence; Romeo could be your next door neighbor, the guy that could be your best friend, but who secretly slaughters women with about as much remorse as Jack the Ripper, robbing, raping, burning and killing, attacking America more like an epidemic plague than a human being. 

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.

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.