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Over a century before the public coined the term "serial killer" to describe prolific killer Ted Bundy, there were serial killers who made Bundy seem mild in comparison. In Infamous Killers from the Past, author Brian lee Tucker has assembled 15 profiles of some of the most prolific and vicious killers that ever lived - and were killing long before the term "serial killer" existed.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

I am constantly amazed – and somewhat bewildered – by the amount of Hollywood and indie produced films that seem to glorify and sensationalize serial killers. And even placing a romantic spin on low life dirt-bags like Ted Bundy is almost too much to bear. The man almost radiated evil like a supernova. What is even more strange is, while filmmakers continue to spew out films starring handsome, normal looking men {Ted Bundy was one of the only men to fit into this category} they seem to totally ignore some of the most prolific and vicious serial killers in history. Now don't get me wrong; I am not saying that I believe that any serial killer should be made famous for their crimes, gain celebrity status. But is has always left me totally confused as to why so many unheard of killers haven't shown up in popular media. Hell, some of these guys even have web sites dedicated to them, as well as a lot of loyal fans and followers of their crimes. Some of them even have 'groupies' who follow their favorite killer's every move, news articles, etc., in order to keep up with them. Some of these groupies have even married their favorite serial killer. Love is truly blind, I guess. After listening to this audiobook, maybe more people will not only have a more clear view into the mind of a serial killer, but may also be as mystified as I am as to why serial killers seem to be so prevalent in popular media.

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.

>"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.

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.

William Bonin, the "freeway killer", hunts for his next victim.

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.