While I was packing I came across this book that I bought a long time ago and had already read.
For some reason I decided to read it again. 162 more words
Dear Serial Killer,
At some point in your life, you want to look back and feel that you’ve accomplished something. Now, since you’re a psychopath or sociopath or whatever that know-nothing bastard of a psychologist called you before you cut off hands and stored them in a pickle jar, you probably already feel pretty satisfied with your life. 565 more words
Herb followed Mary Grace up the stairs, portraits hung on either side over the dark wallpaper with garish yellow flowers.
“This has an old-fashioned vibe.” 1,974 more words
The “Grim Sleeper” had been terrorizing certain South Los Angeles neighborhoods from the mid-1980s until 2010. His victims were all young black women. It wasn’t until the introduction of DNA testing technology in the late-2000s that the LAPD was able to connect a string of murders to one person, and then find said person, based on a partially-eaten slice of pizza. 268 more words
I’ve had a somewhat morbid fascination with serial killers and murderers for as long as I can remember. I think the fascination stems from wondering how someone can kill another person in cold blood for whatever reason (such as for the fun of it, because they feel compelled to, etc.). 177 more words