Murder in America

What do all attractive, bright women with dark brown hair and a slimbuild have in common? They are targets for Theodore Robert Bundy. America’s most notorious serial killer of the 1970s confessed to killing at least 36 women. Bundy was a man known to his friends and family as charming and nice, but deep down he was disturbed and psychologically damaged.

“Ted, what did you do all this for?” corrections Officer Paul Decker had asked Bundy.

“I liked it.”

In 1946, Eleanor Louise Cowell gave birth to Bundy at a home for unwed mothers in Burlington, Vermont. Ted Bundy’s grandparents were highly religious and ashamed, so when Louise came home with her baby boy they pretended to be his parents and Louise became his sister. Forensic psychologist Dr. Helen Morrison speculated that this is where it all went wrong for Bundy; he would grow up living a lie

Cowell took her child when he was 10, moving the pair to Washington where she met and married Johnnie Bundy in 1951. Ted Bundy despised his stepfather, even when Johnnie Bundy thought of him as his own child. Bundy thought of him as too uneducated and resented him for his lowly working class as a military cook.

Ted Bundy had been bullied in school. He was a shy kid and, as he grew older, he couldn’t hold down a job which led to his becoming trouble for the police. But in 1966 when he left home and enrolled in the University of Washington’s Psychology program, he turned his life around. He cleaned up nicely, became popular and was excelling in his classes.

This man just didn’t act like a cold and thoughtless serial killer.

During his time at Washington University, Bundy told Rule he had met the girl of his dreams. She was attractive, slim with beautiful dark brown hair and she was rich to boot. They had dated for a year when she finally came to terms that Bundy was going nowhere. He talked a big a game: how he would become a great lawyer and his politics were sound, but he never did anything about it. And with that, she left him.

Bundy wanted to woo her back and prove her wrong, and that’s just what he did. In 1974, Bundy convinced her to come back and they talked about marriage. Then, suddenly, Bundy broke it off.  Whatever happened was the catalyst for Bundy to take his first life.

In February 1974, Lynda Ann Healey was a 21-year-old college student. Healey was due at a radio station before classes, but she never made it to the station or her classes. When she failed to show up for a family meal the police were called; they discovered Healey’s bed was covered in blood as was the nightgown she had been wearing when she went to bed. Bundy had gotten her out of her night gown and dressed her up. With the amount of blood, police were certain she was either in critical condition or already dead.

For the next six months, Bundy went on a killing spree. Nineteen-year-old Donna Manson was last seen leaving for a concert to which she never showed up. Eighteen-year-old Susan Rancourt was last seen on the Lansbury College campus after dark. Roberta Parks had been at the Oregon State University when she disappeared. She was 22 years old. Brenda Bull was last seen leaving the Flame Tavern, and she was 22 years old. Georgann Hawkins had disappeared when she left her sorority house to go home just a couple houses down the street, but was never seen again. She was only 18 years old.

All these women resembled Bundy’s perfect woman: dark hair, slim and attractive. And he had taken them all without leaving any evidence or witnesses.

On July 14, 1974 Bundy made Lake Sammamish his new hunting grounds. Witness Dawn Sanders said she and a group of friends had gone out to the lake as usual for a bit of fun. A man matching Bundy’s description had approached the group. He had his arm in a cast, so when he asked Sanders’ friend if she would take something off the roof of his car it did not seem usual. Luckily for Sanders’ friend she did not go with him. Unluckily for Janice Ott, she did.

Another woman on the lake, Denise Naslund, went missing as well. Naslund had vanished on her way to the restroom – her boyfriend couldn’t find her anywhere. He had been distraught when police arrived, blaming himself for her disappearance. The police used dogs and helicopters to search the surrounding lake area but came up with nothing. But they were able to get descriptions from witnesses about the man going around with the cast asking women for help.

Mid-September 1974, Bundy took off to Salt Lake City and enrolled in at the University of Utah. There, four more girls disappeared from their suburban homes.

In November, Bundy made his first miscalculation. He approached Carol DaRonch and told her he was the police, explaining that he witnessed someone trying to break into her car. He took her to a mall where there was a supposed sub-station. When he couldn’t get them in through a back-door, Bundy took her for a car ride. When he attempted to put cuffs on her, DaRonch jumped out of the moving vehicle.

For the next seven months he evaded the police, kidnapping six more girls in Utah and Colorado in the process. When they finally caught up with him, Bundy was arrested for the attempted kidnapping for DaRonch. But just as quickly, he was turned over to the Colorado police for the murder of Caryn Campbell. He would likely have been convicted and sent to life in prison had he not escaped.

With the permission of the courts, Bundy was able to defend himself, allowing him access to the public prison library to do research. This library happened to have a window from which Bundy could escape.

Bundy then fled to the mountains, stealing from local campers for food and taking shelter in empty cabins. This only lasted a couple of days before he returned to town. He stole a car in attempt to flee, once again, but was caught by police at a roadblock and returned to jail.

On December 30, after 18 months of imprisonment, Bundy discovered yet another way to escape. He removed a neon light fixture and slithered his way through the ceiling and into a closet. By the time they discovered he was gone, Bundy had made it to Chicago. He spent New Year’s Eve in a bar in Mississauga. Before long, he finally landed in Tallahassee where he rented a room at the Oak Boarding house – not far from the Florida State University campus.

On January 14, a week after he arrived, Bundy broke into a sorority house and killed two girls, injuring two more. Margaret Bowman had been strangled with a nylon stocking and was clubbed with a stick that shattered her skull. Lisa Levy had also been strangled, but Bundy had bitten her on the butt and breast before tucking her into bed.

The two girls who survived, Karen Chandler and Kathy Kleiner, had been bludgeoned.

Bundy once again fled, this time taking a white van from Florida State University. It would show up four days later with traces of blood and hair samples belonging to Kimberly Leach. Leach had been 12 years old, attending high school, when she was kidnapped by Bundy. A witness said they saw Bundy forcing a crying Leach into the van but interpreted it as an angry parent disciplining their child. The van was later seen swerving about the road, Bundy wrestling with a hysterical Leach. The van would be found days later in Tallahassee, and Leach’s body would be found 12 months later in an unused pig’s pen 25 miles away.

On February 5 at 1:30 a.m., Bundy would be spotted by police in Pensacola acting suspiciously. When police tried to grab him, he fled, leading up to a struggle and a police officer firing his gun. He barely missed Bundy’s head.

After being arrested, Bundy would put the world through hell for another 11 years. Bundy, naturally, chose to defend himself yet again when he took the stand on June 12 . The man proclaimed his innocence for the next 11 years, even after he had been convicted and sentenced to the electric chair.

When the 11 years were up and Bundy was facing his last few days on earth, he confessed to his mother and his wife all of what he had done. Both women had been adamant he was innocent up until that day. Bundy confessed to the murder of 36 women, though experts believe there to be more than 100 to which he did not confess. When Bundy couldn’t buy more time, he stayed quiet. He told police he had dumped the bodies in the mountains and in the woods, where he would sometimes revisit them and commit necrophilia. He admitted that sometimes he would cut off their heads and bring them home.

On January 24, 1989, Theodore Robert Bundy was put in the electric chair.

Sources:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7Qd_2M5m_U

https://www.biography.com/crime-figure/ted-bundy


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Kitty Snapp:

As a person who loves the arts, she especially loves the art of writing horror. Being able to make people jump with just the written word is the sign of a truly great writer. That's what she aspire to be.


The Beaumont Children

In 1966, the three Beaumont children vanished without a trace. Over 53 years later, the three children have still not been found.

On January 26, 1966, Nancy Beaumont watched as her three children walked out the front door to go catch the bus. They had enjoyed a trip to the beach the day before, and begged to go back. By 1960s standards, nine-year-old Jane was considered old enough to care for her younger siblings, Grant and Arnna. The three children had made short trips to the beach many times before without any issues. The children were expected home by 2 p.m. but they never showed. With no sign of them hours later, Nancy’s husband Jim called the police. The search for the three children began immediately.

For years, Jim and Nancy remained in their house in case their children ever tried to return home. They spent years helping police track down leads that led to nowhere. Jim and Nancy tried to keep going, but the disappearance eventually tore them apart. With years of heartache over not having any answers, the couple divorced and decided to live separately. In September 2019, Nancy passed away and never got to know what happened to her children.

Harry’s son went on to explain that his father had paid men to dig a large trench behind his North Plympton factory around the time the children went missing.

Source: https://startsat60.com/discover/news/beaumont-children-disappearance-anniversary-glenelg-beach

 

Witnesses confirmed that the children made it to the beach and that the children had been spotted with a man. They appeared to enjoy their conversation with the man, which was odd seeing as the eldest of the three was very shy. Investigators believe the man had met the children on previous visits to the beach and had been friendly with them before. Witnesses had told police that shortly later, the children left the beach with the man and walked to a nearby shop. They were seen buying a meat pie. Nancy described that as odd because she had only given them enough money for their bus fare.

The last known sighting of the children was at 3 p.m., when they were seen by a postman who knew them well. He reported seeing them walk up the main road toward their home.

The postman told police that he saw the children walking by themselves. After seeing them holding hands and smiling, he turned away and got back to work. They never made it back home.

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Detectives re-opened the case and began digging up a property in North Plympton, Australia, in search for the children’s bodies. The property was once owned by Harry Phipps, who matched the description of the man seen with the Beaumont children at the beach. Phipps’ son told police that he saw the children in their backyard the day they went missing. The next day, the children were gone and were never mentioned again. Harry’s son didn’t realize the significance of what he saw until years later.

The site was first excavated in 1966, after a psychic had told police that the children’s remains were buried there. It was dug up once more, but nothing was ever found.


The Coldest Winter

Peter Sala (left), Courtesy of Avataq Cultural Institute

Peter Sala (left), Courtesy of Avataq Cultural Institute

As World War II raged on in 1941 , the Inuit communities living on Belcher Islands in the Hudson’s Bay were experiencing one of the harshest winters yet. Seals, an essential food source for the Islands’ residents, had become scarce. The threat of starvation was coming quickly.

Searching for hope in their darkest hours, many turned to the Bible for comfort and answers. Most importantly, Christianity offered a promise of salvation, which some took to mean an imminent rescue from this brutal winter.

It was after a bizarre meteor shower one January night that their saviour appeared: Charley Ouyerack, a 27-year-old ‘angakok’ (shaman).

Ouyerack announced that he was Jesus Christ, and he brought harrowing news: the world was at its end. To support his cause, Ouyerack enlisted the help of the island’s most revered hunter, Peter Sala, and proclaimed him to be God. Together, Ouyerack and Sala would save their people through any means they deemed necessary. It was then that their reign of terror began, as they quickly amassed a large following who were willing to follow their saviours’ every order.

Their first task? The execution of every sled dog in the community because there was “no need for sled travel at the end of the world.”

The first to question the pair’s holiness was a 15-year-old girl, Sara Apawok, whose older brother Alec was one of Ouyerack and Sala’s most loyal disciples. Apawok was immediately branded a heretic and became the cult’s first victim. Alec and his fellow disciple Akeenik bludgeoned her to death. Soon after, two more non-believers were murdered by the cult.

That March, Sala’s sister, Mina, declared that the apocalypse had arrived and Jesus was coming. The cult’s followers (including men, women and children) were led out onto the sea ice and ordered to strip naked for the meeting of their saviour. In the midst of this hysteria some of the followers came to their senses, ordering their children to put their clothes back on and herding their families back to their igloos. In the end, six would perish from exposure; Mina’s mother and sister both died, along with four children, one of which being Sala’s son. 

Sanikiluaq (belcher islands), courtesy of sanikiluaq.ca

Sanikiluaq (belcher islands), courtesy of sanikiluaq.ca

Meanwhile, Sala had been recruited by Ernest Riddell to guide him via dogsled to a Hudson’s Bay Co. post at Great Whale River. While away, Sala confided in a metis man by the name of Harold Ungarden, who was well known in the local Inuit community, about the killings on the island. Ungarden quickly notified Riddell, who contacted the RCMP.

Unfortunately, because of the island’s harsh climate and remote location, the RCMP was unable to send help until April; by then, the damage had already been done. Three members of the cult, Mina included, were taken into custody. However, to these starving people, the promise of three warm meals a day was the salvation they had been looking for.

Trials held following the horrific events on the Belcher Islands determined that they were most likely a result of dire circumstances. Ouyerack, Sala and four of their accomplices were charged with murder; Mina was deemed insane and unfit for trial, and was charged with the murder of one of the children who died of exposure on the sea ice. 

Interested in learning more? In 2017, author Lawrence Millman published his book At The End of the World, which gives a more in-depth account of the murders. The book can be purchased here.

Sources:
Iaciofano, C. (2017, January 17). Cambridge Writer Tells Of Little-Known 1941 Belcher Island Murders In 'At The End Of The World'. Retrieved from https://www.wbur.org/artery/2017/01/17/millman-end-of-the-world.
James, D. A. (2017, March 26). 'At the End of the World' tells a shocking tale of murder in the Arctic. Retrieved from https://www.adn.com/alaska-life/we-alaskans/2017/03/26/at-the-end-of-the-world-tells-a-shocking-tale-of-murder-in-the-arctic/.
Morton, J. C. (2014, March 30). When 'God' and 'Satan' battled in a barren land; the Belcher Islands Murders. Retrieved from http://jmortonmusings.blogspot.com/2014/03/when-god-and-satan-battled-in-barren.html.


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Kira Frazer

The 30 rats in a trench coat that form the entity known as Kira Frazer emerged from the sewers on Halloween of ‘97, and have been wreaking havoc upon humanity ever since. She hopes to be the first rat-formed-entity to get a college diploma.

Murder Castle

In the 1800s, Dr. Henry Howard Holmes — also known as H.H. Holmes — was one of America’s most prolific serial killers. People like to believe that he could have been the infamous Jack the Ripper. H.H. Holmes’ real name was Herman Webster Mudgett but, after he left his wife and child, he changed his name to H.H. Holmes and moved to Illinois so he could carry out his evil plans of opening a hotel. 

Holmes’ hotel functioned a lot like a spider’s web, built purposely like a maze to confuse his unfortunate guests. Some of the rooms the guests stayed in were also secretly gas chambers, designed so gas could easily flow into the bedrooms and knock the victims out. Holmes would also sometimes chloroform guests as they slept. Once you entered this spider’s hotel, you were in the palm of his vile hand. 

Holmes was a unique serial killer because of his sadistic building designed for torturing and killing. The building was full of secret hidden passages, trap doors and chutes, stairs that led nowhere and doors that opened to nowhere. Only Holmes knew how it functioned, a real-life monster with his own carefully planned trap. With these secret tunnel systems, Holmes would transfer dead — or worse, subdued — bodies throughout his entire hotel, completely hidden from sight, where he could continue his torture or clean up a dead body.

Holmes was also unique because he started killing and torturing for financial gain. (Traditionally, killers are assumed to be killers because of their sexual desires. This came later in Holmes’s life, which is quite rare for killers whose prime motivation isn’t that.)

Holmes forced a businessman to sign cheques for $70,000. At first the businessman refused but, after being starved and nauseated by the gas, the businessman signed the cheques. Holmes would sell dead bodies to colleges, where students would dissect them and study them. Discovering a new and easy way to make money and dispose of the bodies, Holmes’s killings started to take off.  

One of Holmes’s most horrific killings was the unspeakable acts he performed on his friend Benjamin Pitezel. Holmes hatched another financial scam, convincing his friend and work partner to fake his death so his wife could collect the $10,000 life insurance.

Holmes had other plans, though; instead of finding a look-alike for Pitezel, Holmes just killed him. He lit Pitezel on fire and watched his friend burn.

Holmes later said, “So horrible was this torture that in writing of it I have been tempted to attribute his death to some other humane means, not with a wish to spare myself, but because I fear it will not be believed that one can be so heartless and depraved.”

He went on to say, “The least I can do is spare my reader a recital of the victim’s cries for mercy, his prayers and finally his plea for a speedier termination of his sufferings, all of which upon me had no effect.”

Holmes found out that Pitezel’s family could claim the money. He quickly improvised another vile plan, telling Pitezel’s wife that her husband was actually in hiding. Holmes then volunteered to take her children to him as a kind gesture. Sadly, the wife trusted him and let her kids go with him. The outcome was as grisly as can be expected and led to Holmes claiming he’d killed three of the five Pitezel children.

Police discovered one of the dead children, and this murder lead to Holmes’ arrest. He claimed to have killed more than 200 people in his “Murder Castle,” which is what he liked to call his hotel. These claims were called into question, leading him to finally admit to 27 murders. Holmes was hanged in Philadelphia in 1896. He asked to be buried 10 feet under cement so his body would never be dug up and dissected.  


 Shawn Logan

Just a guy who loves to be creative. Loves shows and wants to create his own show someday.

 

People Aren't Always What They Seem

Staring at a lifelong partner through a wall of glass is not where one expects to find themselves. Leaving a trail of mutilated copses in his wake, all Sean Gillis could do is nod at his sweetheart, Terri Lemoine, and say, “Sorry honey-bunny, but yeah.” It was a world ending revelation for grief stricken Lemoine.

Like everything, the city of Baton Rouge, La. had a good side and a bad one. Sean Gillis came from the bad; he masked a tormented soul with a friendly face. That is what Lemoine saw when she first met Gillis at the late-night convenience store where she worked as manager. Introduced by a mutual friend, her first impression was that Gillis was a nerdy little guy just out of college; he was someone she thought felt safe. Lemoine tested Gillis at every turn, with her final test being a slap in the face – literally. One night, she deliberately started a fight and hit him. Gillis said to her, no woman should hit a man and no man should hit a woman. After this, Lemoine felt she had secured a safe, long and happy life.

But you can never genuinely know someone. Sadly, Lemoine would soon realize this to be true.

Gillis was haunted by his past. Specifically, his father, who was a man with mental problems that could have caused Gillis and his mother physical harm. One day, Sean Gillis’ mother Avon had come home to her husband pointing a gun at her son’s head, threatening to kill him and her. Somehow, the family got through the incident alive… but for family patriarch Norman Gillis, that meant being committed to life in an insane asylum.

On March 19, 1994, the dark streak that ran in Gillis Sr. came out in Sean like never before. Sneaking into St. James Place, a retirement home for the elderly, Gillis walked into Ann Bryan’s home. Bryan’s door was unlocked, which was usual when she expected annual check-ups, so Gillis found no trouble slipping through an ajar door and making himself at home. Bryan was mutilated and badly beaten. The next day she was found by the retirement care takers. They would call the police but with no evidence or leads to follow on a woman so beloved, the case ran cold fast. Bryan was remembered as a sweet lady, loved by her family and friends, respected by all who knew her.

At 29 years old, Gillis’ mental troubles were known by the neighbours. In the night, they could hear him banging on trash cans and howling at the moon. This hysterical behaviour only began once Gillis’ mother moved away. He had an attachment so deep to his mother that he could not accept that she had to move on. Avon Gillis went in pursuit of a career and, after years of taking care of her son, Sean didn’t want to let her go.

On January 4, 1999, Gillis went out on a late-night drive in search of something to satisfy his disturbed desires. Along the road he found a lady of the night, prostitute Kathrine Hall. Hall was found the next day under a dead-end sign, covered in multiple stab wounds and ligature marks. It was clear Gillis’ prior crime had caused him to become more bold with the police, leaving the mutilated body out in the open for all to see.

Meanwhile at home, Lemoine and Gillis were in a bit of a turmoil. Lemoine discovered Gillis’ perversions. One time, Gillis even showed Lemoine a picture of a mutilated body he had found on a police website. While his fascination was clear, Lemoine was repulsed by the pictures.

When living with Gillis, Lemoine continued to work her night shifts at the convenience store. This did not give them much time to spend together, and Lemoine suspected Gillis of seeing other women. When she went to bed at 5 a.m., Gillis would just be returning home. When Lemoine woke up for her shift, Gillis would sometimes be gone. And compounding her fears was Gillis’ responses when pressed. He gave her vague answers as to his whereabouts.

Gillis’ life outside of his relationship with Lemoine revolved around a small group of friends he would fall in and out with constantly. One person in particular was Johnnie-Mae Williams. Together, the friends would enjoy each other’s company by getting high.

It came as a shock to her family when she didn’t come home one night in January of 2003.

Williams disappeared for nine months. One day, a boy had lost his dog and went looking for him, riding his bike through the woods. Instead, the little boy found Williams’ mutilated corpse. She had been exposed to the elements for a long time, but the police could still see the ligature marks on her neck suggesting strangulation. But unlike the last murders, Gillis had decided to take souvenirs – the police found both her hands had been severed at the wrists. Williams was mourned, remembered for being loved by her friends and neighbours and known for doing their hair and being a great cook.

Gillis’ murderous rampage for the past 12 years had not unsettled the town, though, until the murder of Donna Bennett Johnston. A wife and mother beloved by her family was found dumped in a drainage ditch, beaten to death with a passion that could only be fuelled by rage. Her right arm had been severed and a three by three-inch square had been cut from her thigh.

This shock resulted in panic, everyone locking their doors and windows before bed, women attending self-defence classes and the majority of people refusing to go out at night. The police had to act fast.

At the crime scene, the police had found DNA matching that which had been discovered on Hall and Williams’ bodies. When they discovered tire tracks, the police knew they were closing in on their perpetrator. They obtained a list of people who had purchased that particular brand of tires – and at the top of that list was Sean Gillis.

When questioned, all Gillis could say was, “She was not unloaded from my vehicle.” This did not deter the police. They took a sample of Gillis’ DNA and sent it to the lab to be tested. Gillis knew he had been caught, so when he returned home, he spent his last remaining hours with his partner Lemoine.

The cozy night soon was replaced with terror as the police came down on the house, breaking down the door and arresting Sean Gillis. It wouldn’t be long before Lemoine learned the true nature of her lifelong partner.

Gillis went into great detail during his interrogation about his weapon, dubbed The Objectifier – a nylon tie lock he used to strangle the women – “because it would turn them from a woman to the object [he] would then be dealing with.”

The manipulation of dead bodies was sexually stimulating for Sean and once he started, he couldn’t stop. He continued on, confessing to crimes to the police had no idea he was connected. Included in his confessions were the murders of Ann Bryan, Hardee Schmidt on May 30, 1999, Joyce Williams on November 12, 1999, Lillian Robinson in January 2000 and Marilyn Nevils in October 2000 – eight victims in total.

Gillis said that sometimes the lines between right and wrong “fuzz out” and it’s not that he didn’t know the difference between right and wrong… he simply no longer cared. He was discovered to have had a brain dysfunction that would make it hard for him to resist impulses. Even with this, the courts decided not to commit him to a hospital but sentenced him to life in prison without parole.

A possible mental condition inherited by his father? Maybe, but the man was still a product of his own making. Like father, like son.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O6y2nB9dO4


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Kitty Snapp

As a person who loves the arts, she especially loves the art of writing horror. Being able to make people jump with just the written word is the sign of a truly great writer. That's what she aspire to be.


Dead in the Water: A Hollywood Affair

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It was Thanksgiving weekend of 1981, and Natalie Wood and her husband, Robert Wagner, had planned to spend their holiday aboard Wagner’s yacht, the Splendour (you know, as rich, white people usually do). Wood had been working on a film called Brainstorm with fellow actor Christopher Walken, and so the couple invited him to join them on their vacation. The Splendour, along with its Captain, Dennis Davern, set sail for Santa Catalina (an island off the coast of Southern California) on the evening of November 28th, planning for a weekend of whatever it is that Hollywood actors do on yachts (we’re assuming getting drunk off of expensive champagne). No one except those on the boat that night will ever truly know the events of that night, but what happened the next morning shocked the world.

  Natalie Wood was found dead at 8 AM on November 29th, one mile from the Splendour, with an inflatable dinghy beached nearby. The story Wagner told his attorney was that Wood had retired to their cabin before him, but when he came back to the room later to join her, she was gone, along with the dinghy. After 10-15 minutes of her not returning, Wagner decided to search for her on his cruiser, to no avail. He then contacted the company owning the cove they had visited, who contacted the harbor patrol, who sent out boats to search for the missing woman.

            Wood’s cause of death was officially ruled an accident, from either drowning or hypothermia, stating that intoxication was likely a factor (her blood alcohol level was 0.14 percent, just 4 percent over the legal limit for driving in California). Though the authorities seemed sure Wood’s death was an accident, there was an alarming amount of evidence that suggested foul play: her body and arms were bruised, and there were witnesses that said they heard a woman scream for help during the night. Even stranger, while Wagner stated that Wood often took the dinghy out alone, Wood’s sister Lana alleged that the woman couldn’t swim and was terrified of water.

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Natalie wood and husband robert wagner, 1980

            Despite the suspicious circumstances of Wood’s death, the case was put to rest--or so we thought. It was in November of 2011 that a guilt-ridden Davern gave authorities a reason to reopen the case, stating that he had lied during the initial investigation. He stated that there had been an argument between Wood and Wagner that night. According to Davern, Wagner had been in a jealous rage, believing that Wood had been flirting with co-star Walken. Davern had tried to intervene but was told by Wagner to leave them alone. Minutes later, Wood was missing, and despite Davern’s suggestions to call for help, Wagner asked him not to. When asked if he believed Wagner was responsible for Wood’s death, Davern said: "Yes, I would say so. Yes."

In 2012, Wood’s cause of death was amended to “drowning and other undetermined factors.” In 2018, Wagner was finally named a person of interest in Wood’s death. To this day, the case remains unsolved.



Sources:

Lewis, H. (2018, February 1). Robert Wagner Named Person of Interest in Natalie Wood's Death. Retrieved November 18, 2019, from https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/robert-wagner-named-person-interest-natalie-woods-death-1080858.

Natalie Wood's death certificate amended. (2012, August 22). Retrieved November 18, 2019, from https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-19341547.

Sherwell, P. (2011, November 19). Natalie Wood was too 'terrified' of water to try to leave Robert Wagner on yacht by dinghy. Retrieved November 18, 2019, from https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/celebritynews/8901179/Natalie-Wood-was-too-terrified-of-water-to-try-to-leave-Robert-Wagner-on-yacht-by-dinghy.html.

Thackrey, T. (1981, November 30). Natalie Wood Found Dead Off Catalina. Los Angeles Times. Retrieved from https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/4364745-Natalie-Wood-Found-Dead.html#document/p1/a402011

TodayShow. (2011, November 22). Boat captain alleges actor Robert Wagner responsible for Natalie Wood's death. Retrieved November 18, 2019, from https://www.today.com/popculture/boat-captain-alleges-actor-robert-wagner-responsible-natalie-woods-death-2D80555795#.UqIX-_RDt7g.


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Kira Frazer

The 30 rats in a trench coat that form the entity known as Kira Frazer emerged from the sewers on Halloween of ‘97, and have been wreaking havoc upon humanity ever since. She hopes to be the first rat-formed-entity to get a college diploma.

The Murder of Jacob Wetterling

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On October 22nd, 1989, Jacob Wetterling was biking home with his younger brother and their best friend. The three boys had gone to a nearby convenience store to rent movies and buy snacks. Only two of the boys returned home safely that night. For many years, no one knew the specific details of what happened to Jacob. The case came to a tragic end 27 years later. Jacob’s family was finally able to learn what happened to their son, after the only details they had was that a man had kidnapped him.

Jacob’s abductor, Danny James Heinrich, told investigators that he was driving on a dead-end road when he spotted the three boys on their bikes. Danny, wearing a mask and armed with an unloaded revolver, ordered the boys to throw their bikes into a ditch and lay face down on the ground. After asking each boy their age, Jacob's brother was told to run away or else he would be shot. Danny then demanded to view the faces of the two remaining boys. He picked Jacob and told Aaron to run away or he would be shot. This was the last time Jacob was seen alive.

Danny forced Jacob into the passenger seat of his car and handcuffed him. Jacob asked what he did wrong, but did not get any response from his abductor. Danny made Jacob duck down into the seat as he listened to a police scanner. He drove Jacob to a nearby gravel pit. It was there, that he removed the handcuffs and Jacob’s clothes, and molested him. When Jacob asked to go home, Danny had told him that he couldn’t take him all the way home. At that point, Jacob began to cry. Danny told investigators that he panicked and pulled out a loaded revolver. He claims he told Jacob to turn away from him because he had to use the bathroom. After raising the revolver to his head, he shot Jacob repeatedly. A year later, he moved the body after he returned to the burial site and noticed Jacob’s jacket had begun to show through the soil.

In 2014, investigators announced that they were taking another look at Jacob’s case file. Around the same time Jacob was abducted years prior, five teenage boys were attacked in the same neighbourhood, but no one was ever arrested. After months of research and interviews with some of the victims, investigators believed that the offender could be connected to Jacob’s abduction.

In 2015, Danny was publicly named as a person of interest in Jacob's disappearance. He had been questioned by the FBI in 1989 and a DNA sample was taken, but he was not charged with a crime as no body was ever found. His DNA however, was matched to the abduction of twelve-year-old Jared Scheierl. Though the statute of limitations had expired by then, a search warrant was granted and child pornography was found in Danny's house, leading to his arrest.

Danny decided to cooperate with authorities as part of a plea bargain and led investigators to where he buried Jacob. His remains were discovered in Paynesville, about 30 miles from Jacob's family home. On September 3rd, the remains were confirmed to be Jacob through dental records.

Source: https://www.ajc.com/news/crime--law/jacob-wetterling-killer-gives-chillingdetails-abducted-year-old-final-moments-alive/OQXUNMZy2wPpfGmqAfVVCM/


How Could You, Mrs. Dick?

Evelyn Dick, courtesy of the Hamilton Spectator

Evelyn Dick, courtesy of the Hamilton Spectator

“You cut off his legs..
You cut off his arms...
You cut off his head...
How could you Mrs Dick?
How could you Mrs Dick?”

In March of 1946, schoolyards across Hamilton, Ontario would be hearing this song from their students for months after the disembodied torso of John Dick, a street car conductor, was found at the side of what Hamilton locals refer to as “the Mountain”. The body (well, body part) was found by a group of five children, who first believed what they’d seen to be a headless pig. The other body parts were nowhere to be found, and investigators found a deep wound in the abdomen that led them to believe the murderer had attempted to cut the torso in half. 

Dick’s cousin, Alexander Kammerer, told investigators that Dick had been missing for ten days, and had been living with him since his marriage had failed. Dick’s marriage had been far from conventional—him and his wife Evelyn lives in separate homes for a month into their marriage before Evelyn purchased a home for them, leaving Dick’s name off of the mortgage. The two lived together, along with Evelyn’s daughter from a previous relationship, in a house on Carrick Avenue for only about three months before Dick left. 

Evelyn Dick leaving the court after being charged with manslaughter, courtesy of the hamilton spectator (1946)

Evelyn Dick leaving the court after being charged with manslaughter, courtesy of the hamilton spectator (1946)

Unsurprisingly, Evelyn quickly became a suspect in the investigation, behaving incredibly strangely when investigators questioned her. She brushed off their questions, proceeding to tell a bizarre story about an Italian hit man coming to their door and threatening to “fix” Dick for “messing around with his wife”. Evelyn’s story became even stranger after police found blood covering the front seat of a car she’d borrowed, with seat covers missing and bloody clothing in the back of the car. Evelyn’s response? The blood belonged to her daughter Heather, who had cut herself. She then told police that she had received a call from a man claiming Dick had gotten a woman pregnant and that he would “get what was coming to him”. Even stranger, apparently this man also asked her to borrow a car, which she actually agreed to; when the man showed up, he carried a large sack which he claimed contained Dick’s remains. 

Evelyn Dick continued to bring the police on a wild goose chase, even adding another Italian hit man, hired by her former lover Bill Bohozuk, to the story—but it was all for nothing. While Evelyn was dragging the police around Hamilton, officers investigating the Dicks’ home found a suitcase filled with both concrete and the remains of Evelyn’s infant son, who had been born two years prior. The rest of the evidence was found in Evelyn’s father Donald McLean’s basement: a revolver, saws, and Dick’s bloodstained shoes. 

Evelyn Dick, Bill Bohozuk, and Donald McLean were all charged for the murder of John Dick. 

Why did they do it? It’s unclear whether any of Evelyn’s stories had truth in them, but while she may not have been the one to actually kill and dismember John Dick, she was responsible for the death of her son, for which she was sentenced to life in Kingston’s Prison for Women. Unfortunately, she only served eleven years of this sentence, after which she was paroled and never heard from again. 

Sources:
1. The 'Torso' Murder. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://web.archive.org/web/20060902232234/http://home.cogeco.ca/~mrcarle/evelyn.htm.
2. https://evelyndick.com/


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Kira Frazer

The 30 rats in a trench coat that form the entity known as Kira Frazer emerged from the sewers on Halloween of ‘97, and have been wreaking havoc upon humanity ever since. She hopes to be the first rat-formed-entity to get a college diploma.



The Vampire of Sacramento


Vampires are not as pretty as Edward Cullen from Twilight. This is a true story, based on a young man who might just be suffering from some sort of mental illness, or could this man be quite literally, a vampire. It’s up for you to decide. 


Richard Chase (the vampire of Sacramento) a blood-hungry beast, is a very sick man who feasted on other living creatures for sustenance. I am personally surprised he was not locked away in an insane asylum or some high-security prison before he could sink his teeth into anything.


Chase believed the blood pumping through his was slowly turning into powder, and therefore he needed the blood from other creatures for sustenance. At first, Chase would mutilate cats, dogs and whatever animal he could catch. On one occasion they found Chase nude, slathered in blood from head to toe. Chase claimed the blood was his, but later tests uncovered that it was cow blood. 


Chase lived in an apartment by himself, but his mom paid his rent and got his groceries for him. Other than that Chase was left completely unsupervised. Chase’s mother was certain her son was a victim of LSD abuse and this strange behaviour was side effects from drug use. 


Chase went through a lot of roommates, all of which thought Chase was weird. They reported his heavy drug use and his over the top weird behaviours. At one point he nailed his closet shut cause he was worried people were invading his privacy. It makes you wonder what disgusting secrets he was hiding.


Chase’s mother weened Chase off his medication believing he didn't really need them. One day Chase’s mother heard a noise at the door, she opened it to the horrible sight of her son feasting on a dead cat and smearing the blood all over his face and neck. Chase’s mother never reported this strange incident.    


Ever since I heard about Chase and how he picked his victims, I always keep my doors locked whenever possible. When Chase was asked about how he selects his victims he said, “I went down the streets testing doors to find one that was unlocked, if the door was locked that means you’re not welcome.” This method of choosing victims sounds a lot like the old vampire rule where they have to be invited in by the guests.  




Police went to arrest Chase after they had enough evidence on him. They banged on his door but he refused to open it. After many failed attempts the police set a trap, they waited outside and sprung on him the moment he exited his home. Afterwards, they searched his apartment and discovered the horrors that awaited them in the apartment. Almost everything was covered in bloodstains, an electric blender covered with blood, and smelled of rot. Chase used this blender to make shakes with whatever organs or animals he could fit inside.   




Chase’s first kill was a drive-by shooting. On December 29th, 1977, Ambrose Griffin was helping his wife with the groceries when Chase drove by opening fire with a .22 Calibur pistol and shot him in the chest. This was his cowardly start to his addiction. 




On January 23rd, 1978, Chase encountered an unlocked door and in his delusional mind, this meant he was welcome. Chase entered the home and found a pregnant woman Teresa Wallin. Chase shot Wallin 3 times with the same pistol he used before. Chase stabbed her with a butcher knife repeatedly, drinking her blood and cutting out her organs.  




On January 27th, 1978, Chase found another unlocked door. Inside were Evelyn Miroth, her six-year-old son, her almost two years old nephew and a friend named Dan Meredith. All of them were shot to death. Evelyn's stomach cut open and organs were missing. The baby was stolen from the scene. Later to be found behind a church decapitated. 




Chase was caught and sentenced to death via the gas chamber. The other inmates knew of Chase's crimes, they taunted him and encouraged him to commit suicide, Which Chase

did. Stashing the anti-anxiety pills until he had a lethal dose. Chase was later found dead, his death ruled an overdose. 




Lock your doors, you might have a local vampire testing doors on your street. Make sure when they test your door, they get the message that they are not welcome.




Shawn Logan

Just a guy who loves to be creative. Loves shows and wants to create his own show someday.










The Boogeyman Next Door

In the year of 1989, the streets of Miramichi were deserted on Halloween night; not one kid was out trick or treating. It would be the scariest Halloween to remember. The boogeyman lay in wait for any wayward children to pass him by as he lured in the shadows.

“It was like we were chasing a ghost. It was like he could see us, but we couldn’t see him,” Sgt. Bob Bruce reported. This boogeyman moved with grace and ease for more than six months in the town of Miramichi terrorizing the people, and he was their very own neighbor, Allen Legere.

Three years prior, Legere was convicted of the first-degree murder of John Glendening. Legere and two young associates broke into the man’s home beat him to death, sexually assaulted his wife and beat her within an inch of her life. A man known for violence transformed in prison instantly — he became the man of manners, a gentleman and the model of morality.

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People thought he had changed but in May of 1989, Legere came down with an ear infection that had him sent away to a Monkton hospital to see a specialist. When they arrived Legere asked his guards to use the washroom. The guards never saw it coming when, ten seconds later, Legere leaped out of the bathroom with a TV antenna in his hands and waving it around like a weapon. He bolted out of the hospital just in time to catch Peggy Olive and take her hostage, pushing the antenna to her throat and using her car as a getaway.

“This is the end of my life,” Olive had thought. Legere had told her he was a convicted murdered and threatened her, playing the bad guy, but just as quickly he would switch tactics and become the good guy. “Oh, and I won’t harm your car either,” he told Olive when he dropped her off in the middle of nowhere.

The police soon found out that Legere had poured his own urine into his ear to cause the infection. He then proceed to place the TV antenna in a cavity of his body. This man had a plan to get out and he did it.

When Legere was reported to have escaped people of Miramichi were afraid he would come back seeking revenge. The police thought, why would a man who was well known in the community go back home where he would be recognized? They would quickly discover they were very wrong.

Not too soon after his escape Legere went about his first mission: Annie and Nina Flam. Two pillars of the community beloved by all came to know Legere within a few hours. Legere put on a mask and robbed the women before taking them to their rooms and tying them to their beds. Nina was strangled and beaten; faking death was the only way she stayed alive. Annie was not so lucky. Legere had tucked her into bed unwillingly, brutally beat and sexually assaulted her before she died. They found out that Annie had been suffocated by her own vomit from the trauma she endured.

The first time the police collected solid evidence that proved Legere was in town was when a man caught Legere running out from behind his house. The man tried but fail to peruse him. The next morning, they found glasses left on the lawn, the same glasses Legere had been prescribed in prison.

Legere taunted the police; he prided himself on breaking into people’s homes. Stories emerged of people waking up to find him standing at the end of their bed watching them sleep. If they were lucky enough not to wake up, they would find their clothes laid out on top of them. It was Legere’s way of letting them know he had been there.

In October of 1989, in New Castle, Legere struck again. Once again, his victims were elderly women, pillars of the community who had no connection to Legere whatsoever. Linda and Dona Donnie were sisters living alone in their home when Legere broke in beat them, sexually assaulted them and strangled them to death. By now the police realized no one was safe, anyone in Miramichi was a target.

Legere’s last victim hit home. One day in November Father Smith had missed a prayer meeting and his parishioners went looking for him at his rectory. They looked in through the windows and found the Father laying on the floor beaten to death. Legere had tortured the pour man, slicing his throat and cutting up his chest. The postmortem later showed that Legere had leaped onto the priest and separated his ribs from the sternum.

This fourth and final murder didn’t faze Legere, he was as unnaturally calm as usual as he boarded a train to Quebec where he would pond the Donnie sister’s jewelry in the capital. The police were very much aware he was going to Montreal, the Quebec police had been told to search for a man with an eagle tattoo on his arm. And when they got to Legere they checked. And when Legere lifted his sleeve, there was no tattoo. They had checked the wrong arm. Free as he was Legere conducted his business, but instead of fleeing he turned around and headed back for Miramichi. The police only discovered his when Legere took hostage a truck driver. Police created a barricade on the road, and unexpectedly Legere didn’t use the truck driver as a hostage. He raised his hands and surrendered. Mason Johnson, RCMP officer who worked on the case said that coward wouldn’t put up a fight.

When all was said and done Johnson go a message from Legere. He asked for his TV back. Johnson asked his people, have you searched the TV properly? They thought so, but Johnson had them do one more search because there was a reason Legere wanted his TV back. They found handcuff keys.

If there’s a will there’s a way. Allen Legere is not done with Miramichi just yet.


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Kitty Snapp:

As a person who loves the arts, she especially loves the art of writing horror. Being able to make people jump with just the written word, is a truly great writer. That's what she aspire to be.

Thrill Kill Kyle

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On January 18th, 2009, Robin Burton Jr. accepted Kyle Morgan’s offer for a dry and warm shelter in good faith, not knowing it’s where he would die in a gruesome murder. Morgan offered Burton food and beer for the night. Earlier that day, Morgan had met Burton at a train station, and the pair attempted to buy drugs in Chicago and Crystal Lake. Later at Morgan’s apartment, the two were drinking beer and playing video games when Morgan struck Burton on the head with a hammer.

A couple weeks later, maintenance was called after complaints of foul odor coming from Morgan’s apartment, and what they found was horrific. Burton was stabbed 30 times and pieces of flesh were cut off his body. Uno cards with the numbers “666” were placed on top of his chest. The movie, “Natural Born Killers” was in the DVD player. Morgan had even taken the time to write, “It is better to reign in hell than serve in heaven” on the walls using Burton’s blood. Police had collected bizarre and disturbing poetry, writing, and photographs. They found fan letters Morgan had written to Dennis Rader and Richard Ramirez, both are serial killers.

Morgan was later caught a few states away after a traffic accident had led to a high speed chase. He hit two pedestrians in the process. In court, a Judge had sentenced Morgan to 30 years in prison. He previously pleaded guilty to first-degree murder for the death of Burton.

Shortly after Burton’s death, police uncovered a social media page where Morgan called himself “Thrill Kill Kyle.” His Myspace profile displayed his fascination with true crime literature and drinking blood. His profile was filled with images of women bound, serial killers, and the aftermath of the Oklahoma City bombings. According to Morgan’s family, there were many previous attempts to have him involuntarily committed, but they were turned down by a Judge because he hadn’t harmed anyone.

According to his lawyer, a wrong change in medication was to blame for his actions the day Burton was murdered. Morgan was taking Vyvanse when he had murdered Burton. This drug is particularly dangerous for those with bipolar disorder. With the drug increasing the dopamine levels in the brain, Vyvanse can cause psychosis and can even cause those with bipolar disorder to become increasingly irritable or even prone to violent outbursts. Morgan’s first ever violent outburst was in 2008, a few weeks after starting the medication. He cut his then girlfriend with a knife before jumping from a second-story balcony, believing he could fly.

In court, Morgan's family had watched from the front row of the courtroom as their son stood in front of the Judge to enter his guilty plea. Morgan glanced twice at his family, but showed no emotion either time.

 

Source: https://www.buzzfeed.com/norbertobriceno/true-crime-stories


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Kimberly Tremblay

Just a girl who loves to tell stories, and uses words to do so.

Believe, even if it’s unbelievable.

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Marie Adler, 18 years of age, was doubted by many when she told people a man broke into her home in the middle of the night and raped her. She was doubted not only by her closest friends, but detectives as well. As a result, Adler retracted her story and told the police she had lied. This wasn’t because she had made it up, but because she felt bullied by police into doing so. When inconsistencies of her story were brought to her attention, she was essentially threatened by police into recanting her story. After telling police she had lied, she was then charged with making “false accusations” of rape when there wasn’t one. Today, the details of her story are shared in Netflix’s new series, ‘Unbelievable’. Although many of the names have been changed, the details are very much real.

In 2011, detectives Grace Rasmussen and Karen Duvall meet while investigating a pair of intruder rapes, similar to Adler’s . They partnered up to catch what they suspected to be a serial rapist. Once police got a warrant to search the house of their suspect, the detectives found naked photos of Adler on the rapists laptop along with the underwear of numerous women. The hard work detectives Rasmussen and Duvall put into the case ultimately led to the truth behind Adler’s story. Turns out, the suspect they were looking for was also the rapist who had assaulted Adler three years prior. Many of the victims stated to police that their rapist had brought a weapon, and that they feared he would murder them after the assault was over.

Adler’s $500 fine for making a “false report” was later refunded to her. Though, she did not settle. In 2013, she received a $150,000 settlement after suing the Lynnwood Police Department for how she was treated. Many believe that settlement should have been much higher.

She also reached a settlement with an at-risk-youth program called Cocoon House. Cocoon House oversaw her living arrangements at the time of the assault. This particular settlement isn’t shown in the series. She was threatened with eviction unless she received counselling, and told others in the program that she had lied about her rape for attention when she didn’t.

The real sexual assault survivor keeps her life private, so there are likely many details that were not revealed in the series. Since the series has been brought to the attention of many, Adler has received support from all over the world. The first part of her trauma was the assault itself, while the second was being called a liar while in her most vulnerable state. This is not the first time a survivor of sexual assault has been treated this way, and it will also not be the last. When her story sounds unbelievable, believe her.

Source: https://time.com/5674986/unbelievable-netflix-true-story/


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Kimberly Tremblay

Just a girl who loves to tell stories, and uses words to do so.



The Witch That Killed Christopher Case

Dating in this world is already stressful and dangerous as is, especially with tinder. Tinder is basically a “I’m here and alone, come kill me” app for murderers, and according to this case I am going to talk about today, we have one more thing to worry about. Usually we only have to worry about STIs and will he/she like me, and also the possibility of your date possibly being a serial killer contemplating/plotting your murder as they eat. The case I'm going to talk to you about today shows there is another threat we must worry about, one that is rare but have been around for centuries.

This is a story about Christopher Case and his wicked experience with a witchcraft.

On April 17th, 1991 a friend of Christopher Case called the police in Seattle because they were concerned about their friend's safety. After investigating Case’s apartment, they found Case kneeling with his head leaning against the wall dead in a bathtub. There was no evidence that pointed to foul play. The coroner determined it was likely caused by acute myocarditis, but after close inspection, they weren't so sure this was just simple heart failure. Case’s apartment was covered in crucifixes, candles, and lines of salt. 

What makes this case interesting is what Case’s friends said he had been talking about before his death. On April 11th, 1991, Case travelled to San Francisco on a business trip. During that time he met a woman who had the same interest in music. They both enjoyed ancient music, which was a little odd. Everything was going smoothly between Case and the woman; they were having dinner together. At some point in the night she made advances towards Case and he politely declined. The woman didn't take the rejection very well. She responded by telling Case she was a witch and she was going to curse him. She said, “You will be sorry, and most likely dead within a week.” Case was not bothered by her threats and just went home. 

On April 14th, Case told his friends he was worried that the curse might be real. Case was experiencing weird events in his apartment – he was hearing whispers, seeing shadows moving from the corner of his eye and, weirdest of all, he said he was woken up from the feeling of someone's hands wrapped around his throat squeezing as hard as they could. Case also reported the witch was attacking him in his sleep and he was waking up with blood on his hands.

That same day, Case went to a bookstore to get some advice from someone a little more experienced with witchcraft. 

Two days later, Case revisited the man and told him the witch had been attacking him all night and that he woke up with cuts on his fingers and blood on his sheets. 

On the 17th, he called his friends saying he will probably die tonight, and the next day he was found dead in his apartment… with crucifixes around the whole apartment, candles everywhere, lines of salt all over the floor and church music playing. 

Is witchcraft real, or is Christopher Case just a man who had a mental breakdown? Do you believe this was murder or just the imaginings of a mad man?     

Sources: Podcast Type 3 TV, May 3rd, 2019.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sZukWvsKts      

 

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Shawn Logan:

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Country Roads, Take Me Home

photo courtesy of Pexels

photo courtesy of Pexels

Public transportation is a nightmare. This is something everyone has either heard or said at least once in their life. Whether you’re travelling across the city or across the country, you’ll inevitably be met with sticky floors, stained seats and an acrid smell you can’t seem to place nor get rid of. The only way we make this commute bearable is by putting on our headphones, closing our eye, and pretending we’re anywhere else until we reach our stop. 

It’s likely that 22-year-old Tim McLean was thinking the same thing as he settled in for his long ride home to Winnipeg in July of 2008. McLean, a carnival worker, had left Edmonton around noon on a Greyhound bus after working a fair, and spent several hours sitting peacefully alone at the back of the bus until, after a scheduled rest stop, someone decided to sit next to him. There was nothing unusual about this new passenger: he was tall, likely in his mid-forties, the only unusual thing about him being his decision to move from his seat near the front of the bus to the seat beside McLean. McLean didn’t seem to mind, however, and did exactly what any of us would do: put his headphones on and leaned against the window, quickly falling asleep.

In another universe, the man sitting next to McLean might have introduced himself. They might have talked, and McLean might have learned that this man, Vince Li, was heading to Winnipeg for a job interview after losing his job at Wal-mart. Li might have told McLean about his wife, Anna, or his former job as a computer software engineer in Beijing. In this universe, McLean awoke several minutes later to Li stabbing him in the neck. 

Tim Mclean’s memorial. (karen pauls, cbc news)

Tim Mclean’s memorial. (karen pauls, cbc news)

The events that followed were nothing short of horrific: as the driver frantically pulled the bus over, Li proceeded to stab McLean multiple times in the neck and chest, before beheading him completely, severing other body parts, and even beginning to eat McLean’s flesh, eyes and a part of his heart. RCMP officers arrived at the scene at 9 pm, a stand-off between them and Li ensuing until he tried to escape through a window around 1:30 am, and was then quickly apprehended. 

Li, who was later diagnosed as schizophrenic, believed that God was speaking to him: it was God that told him to sit next to McLean, saying that McLean was a “force of evil” who intended to kill him. Dr. Stanley Yaren, Li’s psychiatrist, explained that Li’s continued mutilation of the body was an effort to keep McLean from coming back to life, which, in his state of psychosis, he believed was still possible. While he pleaded insanity, it was clear that Li felt the weight of what he had done, saying this at his trial: "I'm sorry. I'm guilty. Please kill me."

At this point, you’re probably thinking that someone who committed such a vile act would be confined to a psych ward for life, right? Wrong. Li, who now goes by Will Baker, was granted an “absolute discharge” in February of 2017, and is presumably living a fairly normal life in Winnipeg thanks to many years of therapy and medication. Vince Li is no longer a threat to society: but how many others are out there just like him? We may never truly know how many people live on the brink of psychosis, but at least Li’s story has taught us one thing: never fall asleep on the bus.


Sources:
Abedi, M. (2017, February 10). Freedom Granted To Man Who Beheaded Greyhound Bus Passenger. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2017/02/10/will-baker-greyhound-bus_n_14682796.html?utm_hp_ref=ca-vince-li.
McIntyre, M. (2009, March 6). "I saw the entire attack, heard the screams ...". Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://web.archive.org/web/20090315135511/http://www.edmontonjournal.com/Health/Beheader+criminally+responsible/1356476/story.html.
Puxley, C. (2009, March 3). Man pleads not guilty in bus beheading. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2009/03/03/man_pleads_not_guilty_in_bus_beheading.html.


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Kira Frazer

The 30 rats in a trench coat that form the entity known as Kira Frazer emerged from the sewers on Halloween of ‘97, and have been wreaking havoc upon humanity ever since. She hopes to be the first rat-formed-entity to get a college diploma.

He Bit My Head Off, I Cut Off His

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     Angelina watched as her husband marched up the stairs. After having yet another row with him about work and money, he finally went to bed. She would follow along shortly. A minute later she quietly crept up the stairs to their room. Seeing her husband’s sleeping form curled up in bed. She walked up to his side and, with one swift motion, she severed his head with an axe. Angelina returns the axe to the woodshed, and for the next hour cuddles with her youngest. In the little Sault Ste. Marie row house, Angelina called her neighbour, she said to them “I just a killed a pig.”

It was the year 1911, a time when the average household wife was not a stranger to domestic abuse. Angelina Napolitano was no exception.

At the age of 16 Angelina married her husband Pietro Napolitano in Naples, Italy. After he packed them up and moved to America. They settled in New York for the next seven years before travelling north with four children to Sault Ste. Marie. They landed a year later in their final home in the Soo’s west end, Little Italy.

Angelina’s husband made a living working at the Algoma Steel plant, but even with securing this full-time job wasn’t enough for Pietro to support his family. This was hard on Pietro, so he began to drink. And when he drank, he got nasty. This is when Angelina became his target. Pietro wanted his wife to sell herself on the streets for more money. As time went on Pietro’s beatings got worse every time Angelina refused to comply.

In November of 1910 Pietro disappeared. Angelina thought her husband was gone for good, and so she took in a boarder, a man whom she started an affair with right away. This didn’t last for long as a couple weeks later Pietro showed up and chased the boarder away. Furious, Angelina told Pietro she didn’t want to have him for a husband anymore. Pietro didn’t take his well, he then proceeded to stab her with his pocketknife nine times in her chest, arms, shoulders, and her face. For the next three weeks Angelina stayed in a hospital when her husband was arrested for attempt to ‘maim.’ He pleaded guilty. The judge who took the case sympathized with him. The judge believed that Mr. Napolitano’s actions were triggered by his wife’s aliased affair. So, in the interest of the family, he let Mr. Napolitano off easy with a short sentence, deeming it best that he be out of jail to support his family.

In his last remaining months Pietro tormented his wife and demanded she sell her body; sending clients over to his house while he was at work, but Angelina refused to let them in.

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It was Easter morning, after Pietro’s night shift, and right away they got into it; Pietro demanded his wife prostitute herself or he would throw her out of the house, then kill her for abandoning their family. She wasn’t ready to meet the end by her husband’s hands, so she decided she would have to end him first. After she sliced her husband’s head off, Angelina placed the axe back in the woodshed without feeling an ounce of regret, only relief.

In May of 1911, at seven months pregnant, Angelina stood before an all-male jury and pleaded guilty. The judge assigned to her case, Judge Bryon Britton, wanted nothing more than to watch her swing. He silenced Angelina’s lawyer and convinced the jury that she was in no imminent danger with her husband fast asleep in his bed. The final nail in her coffin was when the Judge promised that they wouldn’t hang Angelina until after she gave birth. “The legal principle of “immediate threat” would be a key issue in the 1990 court case, R. v. Lavallee, that ultimately established battered wife syndrome as a defense in Canada: It meant women who fought back and killed their abusers could be acquitted of the crime.” (Fifteen Canadian stories, pg. 25) Even though the jury recommended lenience, the Judge was adamant that Angelina be hanged by the neck until she was dead.

 

Sources:

Duffy, A. (2019, April 10). Fifteen Canadian stories: A murder trial like no other. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://ottawacitizen.com/news/local-news/fifteen-canadian-stories-a-murder-trial-like-no-other.


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