On the morning of August 7, 1967, a 15-year-old schoolgirl, Linda Peacock, was found murdered in a cemetery in Biggar, near Edinburgh, Scotland. She had been struck with a blunt object and strangled with a rope. Her clothes were disturbed but she had not been raped. However, there was clear evidence of sexual motive for her attack as there was a bite mark on her right breast, which was an oval shape bruise that showed certain irregularities of the dentition, including pitting of the canine biting edges.…
One late night on November 19, 1986 there was an intense blizzard casting its cold winter snow over Newtown, Connecticut, but that wasn't the only thing cold brewing In Newtown that night. 'Twas the night that the famous “wood chipper murder” came to be. Richard Craft, an airplane pilot, was married to Helle Craft, a stewardess. They were married for many years, and had 3 children. Helle suspected Richard was being unfaithful so she hired someone to investigate her husband. Sure enough the private investigator was able to capture photographic evidence of richards infidelity. Helle demanded a divorce, divorces cost a pretty penny and Richard did not want to lose a cent, so that’s when he decided to kill his wife. He beat Helle with blunt object to her death, froze her, then cut her…
Twenty-nine years ago on February 23, 23 year old Jaye Potter Mintz was found brutally murdered in her not stark but blood-splattered bedroom by her mother, Lorene Potter. Jaye Potters throat had been slit, her hands tied behind her back, a pillow had covered her face, and she had been raped by her murderer. Potter's son was found crying in a corner holding on for dear life apprehensively as he saw his mother murdered right before his eyes. Earlier that week Potter had put an ad in a newspaper about a waterbed that she was selling, it was believed at the time that the murderer was a possible buyer for the bed and also knew Potter personally.…
It was a cold and sad night ; the score was 38 : 21 the Creek Side Noles had been up by 19 points. The receiver for Banneker caught the ball and Deantre immediately tackled him, something went wrong witht the tackle and deantre ended up breaking his neck. The coaches tried to move him but he was completely unresponsive. He died on the field that night. Deantre “Tre Tre “ Turman , he was not your ordinary person.…
Hot summer day in 1892, August 4, at Second Street, Fall River Massachusetts, hired girl Bridget was resting in her room when the daughter of Andrew Borden screamed for help calling Maggie come down! At the time Borden’s called Bridget a Maggie. When Maggie came down from her room, she saw Andrew Borden had been killed horrifically. Andrew Borden was a richest man in Fall River director, landlord, and was a banker. At the time he was living with his second wife and two daughters. He was taking a nap on the sofa when he was hit with an axe. It was on its right side on the sofa, his feet were still resting on the floor. Andrews head was bent slightly to the right and his face had been cut. One eye had been cut in half and was protruding from his face that nose had been severed. His wife Abby was on the floor of the guest room upstairs killed by same hand with same weapon that was used when the elderly man was sleeping. This was the most horrific and dastardly killing in Massachusetts history ever. Abby was a short, shy and was an obese woman. Borden’s had been slain by sharp tool that Mrs. Borden head was kicked with sharp instrument over eighteen times, thirteen of them crushed through the skull, Mr. Borden’s body was mutilated and had eleven strokes in the head, four of them crushed the skull.…
I’d rather be talking about anything else in the world right now, but just after I graduated from high school, in June 1978, I picked up a hitchhiker named Steven Hicks, I took him home to my parents' house, where we drank beer and had sex. When he tried to leave, I killed him with a barbell by hitting his head. That night in Ohio, that was one impulsive night. Nothing’s been normal since then. It tainted my whole life. After it happened I thought I’d just try to live as normally as possible and bury it, but things like that don’t stay buried. I didn’t think it would, but it does, it tainted my whole life. I wish I hadn’t done it. At the same time of my first killing, my alcohol consumption became uncontrollable and in January 1979, I dropped out of Ohio State University after only one term due to my drunkenness. Thus, my recently remarried father insisted that I enlist in the Army, and I was sent to Germany. Though my drinking problem persisted and two years later the Army discharged me for alcoholism. Following my discharge I returned home to Ohio where I went through Hicks' decomposing remains, pulverized them with a hammer, and scattered the pieces even more widely in the woods. Later in October 1981 I was arrested for…
I always keep this poem and picture in my wallet. I take it everywhere with me because it means quite a lot to me in two very different ways. One of those ways is because it holds sentimental value. When I was younger I learned to read very late in life and I was always so embarrassed of that. My father knew that I was struggling and bought me the book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. It is a book full of poems and little pictures written by Shel Silverstein. I remember opening the book to ta random page, and it was the page with this poem. I then remember my dad asking me to read it to him. I was so uncomfortable, even thought I was just going to be reading to my dad. He gave me some words of encouragement, and even thought I was not able to read…
On the journey to the Illinois River I couldn’t help to be anything but excited, for it was my first float trip to the Illinois River. Upon arrival to the War Eagle Resort; i exited the vehicle to the refreshing country air and the sounds of children playing, the sound of different kinds of music, and the trickle of the Illinois River; however, I was also hit by the sweltering, hot July air. As my friends and I set camp up I had become excited for the nights festivities, for a big barbeque was planned, we had the beer on ice, the charcoal grill set up, potato chips with various dips, the steaks were seasoned, the chicken was marinated; it was a feast fit for a king. After a long night of drinking…
This paper is based on the life of Ed Gein. He was an unusual character, born on a farm, and raised by a religious crazy, domineering mother. In the space of a few years his entire family passed away and he was left to take care of his farm all by himself. In the next few years he became a grave robber, a necrophiliac, a cannibal, and also took up arts and crafts in body parts. He is known as one of the weirdest serial killers of the twentieth century. He also inspired movies like Psycho, Silence of The Lambs, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre.…
During hot and muggy evening in August, I had just casted out my lure into the pond. I waited a few moments for something to strike. Out of nowhere, it felt like a freight train had hit my line. I was nervous and anxious, for I knew I have never had a fish this huge on the other end of my pole. The line was tight and quickly swaying through the water. My heart began to race, I could feel it in my ears. I reeled faster and faster, but the fish fought harder and harder. I knew that my line couldn’t take it much more, and I absolutely could not lose this fish. I had been sweating bullets for hours with nothing to show for it. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. My pole was bent nearly to 90 degrees. I felt a sudden release of tension. My heart fell, I hoped that it wasn’t true, that maybe the fish had just given up fighting. I reel in, with much less hope than moments before. As soon as my line came out of the water, I saw the culprit. The hook was gone. I had…
River Street, where I once lived, and I remember the last time I looked back to see what the flood of Augusta, Kentucky did to my beloved neighborhood. The Flood of Augusta, Kentucky came roaring down in my neighborhood, River Street. The flood destroyed everything in its path and the next stop on its journey of destruction was my hometown, River Street. I still remember the sadness of leaving before the flood, but what I didn’t know was the heartache to come when I returned to River Street. Gazing down the street, all I could see was a desolate wasteland. Furthermore gigantic oak trees crashed, though houses, shops, and the playground, where the children used to play. In addition to the carnage done to the whole block I then surveyed the…
Aileen Wuornos was a female serial killer who killed 6 men in a 1-year period (1989-1990) across the state highways of Florida. She worked as a prostitute, picking up potential clients from means of hitchhiking. Long before her killings, Aileen lived an abnormal and rough early life. Her father committed suicide in prison (imprisoned for child molestation) and her mother abandoned her and her brother Keith. Aileen and Keith were raised by their grandparents in which Aileen claimed that she was sexually abused by her grandfather and was involved in a sexual relationship with her brother (Biography.com Editors, 2015). There were also allegations that her grandmother was an alcoholic and her grandfather “a terrifying, violent force” (Biography.com Editors, 2015). There are also claims that she was kicked out as a teenager and lived in the woods independently during her adolescence.…
I descended into the lukewarm pool like a duckling about to swim for the first time.…
My first victim was a woman—white, well dressed, probably in her early twenties. I came upon her late one evening on a deserted street in Hyde Park, a relatively affluent neighborhood in an otherwise mean, impoverished section of Chicago. As I swung onto the avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, uninflammatory distance between us. Not so. She cast back a worried glance. To her, the youngish black man—a broad six feet two inches with a beard and billowing hair, both hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky military jacket—seemed menacingly close. After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest. Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street.…
used by the Subaltern Studies group to designate the people who are not the elite—the…