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My blood ran cold as the sound grew louder. The fearsome thump grew more frequent, echoing through the hallway. It can’t be mum. It’s too early she only just left. The harrowing knocks kept coming as I sat on my couch glaring at the sight of my possible demise.
It was the usual Friday night routine. My mum working at her job leaving the whole house to me. I was just relaxing in the living room, watching the news.
“Reports have come in of several murders that have taken place across London. All victims of the attacks have been found dead and left skinless. The serial killer has still not been taken into custody or identified so please take caution. We recommend that you stay indoors and be careful to who you open your doors to.”
Right as the report ended I could hear the sound. The sound that sent chills through my nerves. The room went cold. My eyes widen and my senses grew stronger than they had ever been before. My ears keep picking up the terrifying noises that haunt me. My eyes stay peeled down the hallway as I gently get off my couch. I can see the door and unclear image of what lies behind it. As I start moving forward bit by bit as the second hand on the clock makes leaps of five, the figure behind the glass pane of the door gets clearer. The dark figure stands out vividly against the cloudy evening sky
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surrounding him on the other side of the door. As the hand kept hitting the door creating the dreadful noise I have made my way to the door. My hand slowly reached for the handle as the news report ran in my head. The words ‘be careful to who you open your doors’ kept repeating themselves in my head. My hands slowly turned the handle and then I quickly swang open the door. There stood a figure in a black leather coat and dark gloves with a familiar face “Hey Scarlet, how are you?”, said the visitor to me. The panic and horror that I felt was all for nothing as there stood my cousin. “Julian, what are you doing here?” I replied as I opened the door fully welcoming him in. “I was just in town so I dropped by” he explained as he stepped into my house. We moved to the living room and sat in front of the TV. “So how have you been. I can see that you’ve been taking good care of your skin” he stated as his eyes glared with awe. “Um…Yeah, I have” I responded awkwardly as I covered my hand with my sleeve. I stood up and asked, “Would you like some tea?” I quickly left for the kitchen to escape our unusual conversation. After making the tea, I return to the living room to find Julian missing. I look around but he was nowhere in sight. Then… “Incoming news report. Our serial killer has been seen wearing a black leather coat and dark gloves.” My heart sank is I tried to understand the situation. It must be a coincidence. There’s no way Julian would kill anyone. Then the words looped in mind. “I can see you’ve been taking good care of your skin.” My heart became an engine of a car, beating fast as it is revved. Suddenly sounds come sprinting down from upstairs.
Sounds of fumbling. Sounds of doors opening. I breathed in deeply and slowly made my way towards the stairs. The sounds started getting louder and louder! Fearfully I walked up the stairs wondering what I should do. Once I reached the top of the stairs, the sounds were at their loudest. I searched for where these noises were coming from, only to find they came from my own room. I frightfully looked at the door trying to picture what waits for me on the other side. As I moved towards the door, the sounds got quieter and quieter. All the fumbling ended. Soon all I heard was the sound of my deep heavy
breaths. Now standing in front of the door, I glared at the door handle. My hand little by little reached for the handle. As I tried to grasp the handle, my hands start to shake. Sweat rolled vigorously down my face as I twisted the handle and bit by bit opened the door. Inside I found Julian holding a leather jacket from my closet. He gradually raised his head to look at me. “So you like to wear skin too” he spoke holding my leather jacket firmly. His innocent smile had disappeared and all that remained now was a sense of menace. He dropped the jacket and took his glow off. His hand then reached out towards me and then I saw it. The feeling of menace had turned into a sense of sinister. The hairs on my skin stood up straight like trees. My whole body froze for in front me was black coloured skin on Julian’s hand. Only when I looked to closely did I see the stitch marks running across his fingers and also around his neck. My mind couldn’t handle the pressure. The hand kept coming closer and closer. I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy. My mind started to daze. Then all I saw was black. When I opened my eyes again, everything was blurry. I was on my bed and the room was dark with only my night light on. I felt in pain but I couldn’t understand why. In the corner of the room a figure was sitting on my chair. It looked like someone familiar. The vision in my eyes started getting clearer. I closed my eyes and opened them to look back at the figure. When I saw what I did, tears rolled down. Fear had never dug this deep into my heart. Why did this have to happen? What did I do wrong? There sat a person wearing my face. I slowly lifted my arm to touch my face when I realized the source of the pain. I looked at my hand as blood ran down my fingers. My eyes turned back to the figure wearing my face. He raised his arm and pulled my face off. Underneath was horror unknown on this earth. A face of darkness with red sinister. The creature looked at me and gave a sinister smile.
In the book, The Serial Killer Whisperer: How One Man’s Tragedy Helped Unlock the Deadliest Secrets of the World’s Most Terrifying Killers, Tony Ciaglia writes letters to various serial killers and starts a friendship with them. The friendships Tony’s build’s with these serial killer’s through phone calls and letters helped law enforcement in more than one way. The serial killers trust Tony and opens up to him about things they’ve done and why. The Serial Killer Whisperer gives readers an inside look of serial killers minds. Although the letters in this novel are between Tony and various serial killers, Pete Earley is the author. He interviewed Tony and his friends and families. Pete Earley is also the author of three New York Times bestsellers and he has won the Edgar Award for Best Fact Crime. Ealey wrote this gripping tale in a way that would captivate any audience.
This is the Zodiac speaking. My first murder was on Christmas 1968. I killed two teenagers. My next murder was on July 4, 1969. I killed one girl and injured her boyfriend.
“Some werewolves are hairy on the inside.” Stephen King, a famous horror film writer and director, knows that serial killers are some of most evil but unrecognizable people in society. Walking down the street, serial killers go completely unnoticed. This “under the radar” way of living is what makes them very dangerous. Serial killers appear entirely normal on the outside, but it is what is on the inside that makes them unlike everybody else. Inside is where their minds are altered to accept all the morally unacceptable things that they do. Most of the evils they think and do root from abnormalities in their brains, or other imbalances in their bodies. Whether additional faults accompany their irrational behavior or not, serial killers are their own kind of human being.
Have you ever wondered what could cause a person to kill another person? How they could do it time and time again and not feel one ounce of regret? Serial killer Joel Rifkin asked himself this same question after he was convicted of killing 17 women. He wondered why he could commit such a violent act, and he decided to have scientist explore his brain to give him the answers that he wanted. Dr. Daniel Amen examined Joel’s brain scans, “When I looked at Joel Rifkin’s scan, I thought to myself, this is a brain that is vulnerable to violence. He had low activity in his prefrontal cortex that most human thoughtful part of the brain” ("Joel Rifkin - Psychopathic Brain"). Joel is not alone on this, 13 out of every 20 serial killers that have been
A serial killer is a person who murders three or more people over a period of more than 30 days, with a "cooling off" period between each murder, and whose motivation for killing is largely based on psychological gratification. Most people do not understand what can make a person want to kill multiple people for no reason other than own satisfactional gain. In actuality serial killers have been studied for over hundreds of years, and the information that has been documented continues to grow. The research that I have gathered about serial killers focuses on their childhood development, the differences and similarities between men and female serial kills, and finally general information on how their brains operate and their motives for committing such harmful acts.
Since I was little my favorite thing to watch on TV would be murder shows that where based on true stories. I would stay up all night watching these shows. Most of my friends found it weird but I felt like this is something that keeps me from being naïve to this world we live in. I was thirteen around the time. So by now I had watch almost a thousand murder shows and I thought I had heard it all. Well I was wrong. This is a story I would never forget. I remember it because it was hard for me to believe that something so horrendous could not only be committed by someone young but to innocent people.
Since the early 1980s, law enforcement agencies have become aware of the emergence of this alarming new phenomenon, the serial killer. Ever since the 1960s, ‘multiple murders’ have been on the rise, with more and more cases, of what may originally seem to be, ‘motiveless’ murders.
The boy reached for his blanket and covered half of his face in fear. The footsteps continued, getting louder every step. “It’s just mom and dad” he told himself. “No need to worry.” Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer to his room door. LOUD but slow, fear was uprising into the young boy’s heart. Suddenly they stopped and started going away.
The researchers Weatherby, Buller, & McGinnis (2009) sought to construct an integrated model of the behavioral traits in serial homicidal offenders to link characteristics to future behaviors. The research was conducted within the departments of Sociology and Criminal Justice at Gonzaga University in Spokane, Washington. Weatherby, et.al. (2009) gathered and analyzed data on four known serial killers, John Gacy, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer and Gary Ridgeway in an attempt to find possible predictors of a serial killer. The models used to examine serial homicide were the McDonald Triad, the Trauma-Control Model, and the Motivational Model.
It started when we heard the wail of a police siren and saw the dancing lights on the side of our house. Peeking through the curtains as if they wanted you to look, to unravel why they were there. I instantly grab my jacket and throw it over my pajamas. Me and mom watch for a while and after around 15 minutes she went to bed. We could hear a police on a megaphone calling “Come out with no weapons and your hands up. If you need help call 614/---/----”
“Look down at me and you will see a fool; look up at me and you will see a god; look straight at me and you will see yourself.” Explained the well-known serial killer, Charles Manson. The quote has always made me stop and observe the people in the world. The acuray to wheat he said made me look further in the lives of serial killers. In a non-strange way I have found a fascination for them. The fact that they are normal people, like me, and they commit such unthinkable sins. But are they really the unthinkable? How close is any human being to committing the same? Murder has caught my eye and I love the mystery and the curiosity it attracts. Although, “curiosity often leads to trouble.” (Lewis Carroll). As I am sure the killers know. My career choice is homicide detective. Because I want to walk closer in the steps to understand these outward expressions of murderers.
Jack the Ripper, the Zodiac Killer, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, Son of Sam, the BTK Killer. The names and assumed names of these cold-blooded serial killers are forever branded into the cognizance of people everywhere. This is mainly due to the mass media coverage, including newspapers, movies, television specials and books. This media coverage brought to light that these killers were, on the surface, normal, successful, attractive, productive members of society – that is, until the time that their heinous crimes came to be discovered.
Brenna Courtemanche Professor Crombie ENC 1102 4 April 2014 The Mind of Serial Killers There is no specific manual or "how to" book to depict what a serial killer would potentially act or look like. It would be comforting if real-life serial killers were like those in the movies. If they were obviously masked like Jason on Friday the 13th, we would be aware whenever they approached. If they were introverted loners like Psycho's Norman Bates, they could not trick us so easily into their deviant plan.
While we were on our way over to the hospital we had bloodcurdling, as soon as we got there, we were terrified, but we wanted to explore the hospital. We enter thru a window that was open, at first we didn’t hear anything or see anything Armando said “there is nothing here all the stories are fake” a couple of minutes later we heard a loud ghastly noise. It sounded like the noise was getting closer, then the light started to flicker it was horrifying. Armando still didn’t believe that the
It was a rainy day, and the city of London appeared to be lifeless. I observed the short menu in front of me as I sat in a small, blue booth at the back of ‘Monmouth Coffee and Crepes’. The door of the rustic coffee shop swung open, and the jingle of the bells attached to the door handle made me look up. A tall, blond man wearing dark jeans and a red hoodie, walked past the waitress who nearly swooned at the sight of his sharp jawline. Keeping his head down, the young man walked all the way back to my booth, and sat down across from me. “Why did you call me here?” he raised his head and big hazel eyes stared down at me. Clearing my throat, I bent my legs underneath me, and sat upon them in a bid to appear taller.