Friday, December 24, 2010

'Twas The Fright Before........

'Twas the fright before Christmas, and all through the crypt, not a creature was stirring, 'cept those being whipped.

Corpses were hung by their lips and their hair, in hopes that they'd give old Santa a scare.

The ghoules were nestled all snug in their beds while grave worms and maggets danced in their heads.

I slept in my coffin, wearing my shroud, dead to the world and snoring aloud. When out in the graveyard there rose such a shriek, I ran to the window and copped me a peak, and there on the lawn was a sight for sore eyes. Santa Clause caught in my Christmas surprise. A pool full of quick sand disguised snowy white. Soon dear old Santa would sink out of sight. His reindeer were straining to pull fatso free, and he urged them all as I chuckled with glee "Pull Dasher pull Dancer pull Prancer and Donner. If you don't pull me out, old Santa's a goner!" What strains they might they were just out of luck, when the Crypt Keeper sticks 'em, they tend to stay stuck. But then something happened would never believe, that little fat man had a trick up his sleeve, he reached in his pack and he called out to me, "Come closer I've got a few things you should see" and then though he'd sunk clear up to his chest, he pulls out these gifts, gifts for me no less!

"Here you go Crypt Keeper this gifts for you, a dead rotting ghoulfriend all oozing with goo, and a jack in the coffin for hours of delight, just open the lid and a stiff pops in sight, and here is a teddy bear all of your own, it's flesh has decayed and it's nothing but bone, and last but not least a box that's just right for storing your bulging old eyeballs at night, but I'm sinking fast, no time to palaver, Merry Christmas to you, you stinking cadaver!"

But I have to admit, that my ticker was touched, Christmas is one thing but this was too much! Something stirred in my heart, maybe once maybe twice, it felt really weird but it also felt nice. And then heaven help me I ran to that slop, gave chubbo a pull, out he came with a pop. "Thank you" he says, "for what you just did, you saved Merry Christmas for many a kid. You may be disgusting and falling apart, but there's something still good in that slimy old heart." Then he jumped on his slay, to his team gave a yell, and off they all flew like a bat out of hell.

As I waved I discovered a problem I've got, now I was in quick sand and Santa was not. Struggling was useless for this creepy dude, yet I was still happy, in a real Christmas mood, and that is why I said as I sank out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good ~*gurgle gurgle gurgle*~

The Crypt Keeper
Have Yourself A Scary Little Christmas

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Deck The Halls With Parts Of Charlie

 Deck the halls with parts of Charlie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Make the Yule time gross and gnarly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Stockings stuffed with ears and fingers
Fa la la la la la la la la
Chopped from all those caroling singers
Fa la la la la la la la la

Drape the hearth with chunks of Barnie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Bits of Bruce and hunks of Arnie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Hang the crypt with spleens and kidneys
Fa la la la la la la la la
Use Ramone's and then use Sidney's
Fa la la la la la la la la

Raise the tree and bring the ladder
Fa la la la la la la la la
Top it off with Gills gall bladder
Fa la la la la la la la la
Grinning skulls in festive poses
Fa la la la la la la la la
Strings of toes and nipped off noses
Fa la la la la la la la la

Who needs mistletoe and holly?
Fa la la la la la la la la
When we can just dismember Wally
Fa la la la la la la la la
Have the whole place decorated
Fa la la la la la la la la
With the parts we've amputated
Fa la la la la la la la la
(Maniacal laughter)

The Crypt Keeper

Sunday, December 19, 2010

There's No Place Like Home Except Grandma's.......

Oh that smell? It's nothing. I have rats that eat poison and the they go under the floor boards and die. Oh yeah and the sewers all all back up. Oh and it could be the fertilizer that is out back in the garden. These are the excuses that came from Dorothea Puente when her neighbors would ask what the hell that smell was.

~*Dorothea Puente*~

It was in a hot summer in Sacramento, and most people would not even turn on their air conditioners because they didn't want the fans to suck in the smell of death that came from the pale blue Victorian at 1426 F Street. The Victorian house that Ms. Dorothea Puente lived and ran her boarding house.

~*1426 F Street*~

Ms. Dorothea was a pathological liar since she was little. On January 9, 1929, Dorothea Helen Gray was born in Redlands California. She claimed to be the last of the 18 children that were born to her Mother, but in fact she was the sixth child.

Dorothea married her first husband Fred McFaul, a 22-year-old solider back from the war in the Philippines, at age 16, though she told him she was 30. They had two children together. Fred found out what a liar Dorothea was and left her. One of their children went to live with Fred's Mother, the other adopted by strangers.

Dorothea had to make sure that she looked good. When Fred first met her, she was a prostitute, and that was a hard habit to break for Dorothea because it paid very well. She knew what she had and she knew how to use it.

She eventually wound up living and managing the boarding house. She was convicted and given probation for forging 34 checks she stole from her tenants. The psychiatrist stated that she was a very disturbed woman.

A detective showed up at the Victorian boarding house looking for a man that was reported missing by his social worker. When he entered, it was decorated just as a little old lady's house would be decorated. Knick Knacks found in every room, porceline dolls, vases and Christmas lights were strung on the fence. The windows were dressed with laced curtains. Nothing out of the ordinary was noticed inside, however, it was a different story in the back yard. Remember that fertilizer she claimed was fish? Yeah not so much. It was seven tenants that checked in, however, they did not check out, well alive any way.

 ~*The garden before, during and after*~

~*Some body being taken away*~

When they were digging in the back yard, Dorothea asked if she was under arrest. After she was told no, she advised to the Detective that she was going to the hotel down the street for some coffee. She never came back, in fact, when they noticed her missing, she had fled to Los Angeles. She met a man at a bar in Los Angeles, and she tried to move in with him the same night she met him. He disagreed, and they planned to meet up the next day. That's when the light bulb went "Ding!" I have seen this chick before, and called his local TV station, and then they called the cops. Cops showed up and arrested her.

The first murder for Dorothea was Ruth Monroe, in 1982, a business partner in a lunchroom business. Monroe died of a massive drug overdose of Tylenol and codeine. She was written off as a suicide due to the lack of evidence at the time to think murder. This was the only murder that had a cause of death. The seven bodies found in the garden were too decomposed to determine a cause of death, however, all the remains had a trace of Dalmane, a prescribed sleeping pill, in them. There was also a fiance that she killed, Everson Gillmouth. She then put him in a home-made coffin, wrapped in plastic wrap and covered in moth balls. She then sent him down the Sacramento river.

~*Ruth Monroe*~

Alvaro "Bert" Montoya, 51, a mentally challenged schizophrenic, Dorothy Miller, 64, an American Indian with a drinking problem, Benjamin Fink, a 55-year-old alcoholic Betty Palmer, 78, whose remains - missing the head, hands and lower legs, Leona Carpenter, 78 *not pictured*, James Gallop, 62 & Vera Faye Martin, 64.

Dorothea was charged on March 31, 1989, with nine counts of murder, pleading not guilty to all counts stating that the people died of natural causes. The trial didn't start until February, 1993, due to tall the evidence that needed to be gone through. She was only found guilty of three murders, and a mistrial was declared for the remaining six. She was sentenced, on December 10, 1993, at the age of 64, to prison for life without the possibility of parole. She is 81 currently, and is still residing in the Central California Women's Facility.

Most info found here.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Stockings Stuffed With Ears And Fingers

Dennis Nilsen was born on November 23, 1945 in Fraserburgh, Scotland. Dennis really ♥ed his Grandfather, however, his Grandfather died when Dennis was 6. His Mother took him to see his dead Grandfather, but the thing is, she never told him that he died. Dennis believes that this situation is the reason why he ♥ed the corpses of those he killed.

~*Dennis Nilsen*~

Dennis did not exhibit any type of stereo-typical actions that have been tied to men who become serial killers. In fact he hated, and was horrified, by the cruelty that was caused to people or animals by others. Dennis enlisted in the army in 1961, became a cook and learned butchery.

Denis was a loner, and pretty much kept to himself. He would lay in front of a mirror, pretend he was unconscious and would masturbate to the thought of the unconscious body. It got to a point where he was actually using make-up to make his body look completely dead, which turned him on even more.

Dennis lived with a roommate, who was kicked out a few years later, to which he moved out of and moved into a flat. A year after the roommate was kicked out is when the murders started happening. Dennis would usually pick up men, and boys, at the local pubs.

~*The house with the garden and where the first murder took place*~

The first murder victim was a fourteen year old boy named Stephen Homes. Dennis brought Stephen home, they slept together and then Dennis realized that when Stephen awoke he would leave, and Dennis didn't want to be alone. So Dennis found a tie and strangled Stephen into unconsciousness. Knowing Stephen was not dead, Dennis got a bucket full of water and held his head in there until the bubbles stopped coming. Dennis then washed Stephen's hair and put him into his bed. He was going to cut up the body, but instead he dressed him up. Dennis was alone for Christmas, but wasn't going to be alone for New Years. Dennis masturbated onto the corpse, and then the corpse was stuffed under the floor boards for 7 1/2 months, until is was burnt to ash.

~*Floor boards of where the bodies were stored & The bathroom where they bodies were dismembered*~

Dennis continued this murderous necrophiliac rampage for a little over four years. He would try to have sex with the corpses, he would dismember them, he would boil their body parts, he would stuff the body parts any where he had room. He had a garden in the first house he lived in, and would spread the body parts out in the garden. He would even put some body parts into garbage bags and just discard them down the road. When Dennis moved into the flat, he would still store the boy parts any where and every where he had room, but he started flushing body parts down the toilet too.

 ~*The tools that Dennis would use to dismember & cook the body parts*~

Dennis was finally caught because of the flushing body parts and flesh down the toilet. The 5 other tenants that lived in the same building started complaining about their toilets not flushing properly. When the maintenance man didn't have the proper tools, he hired a professional. That is when they went into the sewer system and found the lumps of flesh and body parts, which mysteriously disappeared the night they were discovered. Police then were involved, traced the flesh and body parts to Dennis' flat, and were waiting for him when get got off of work. He gave himself up and confessed.

~*The house that the flesh was flushed down the toilet & bags found in the closet*~

On Thursday, November 3rd 1983, Dennis was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life, with a possibility of parole in 25 years. He was not paroled, all of his appeals have ran out and he will be in prison for the rest of his life.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Quick post

So right now I am here to post just quickly that though I lost a follower, I gained one!

Yay! Thank you ellebee1 for joining, and again for everyone else who has and continues to be a joiner, haha I said joiner. :P

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Hey hey hey, Goodbye!

Well I lost another follower. Haha!

I guess murder and mayhem isn't their forte during the holiday seasons maybe?

I have dropped 4 in the last few months. Eh that's alright, I am here to entertain those who wish to be.

Thank you dear followers who have not abandoned me...........yet. :)

Not sure why I write such posts when I do not care about those who do not follow. Hmmmmmm.

Just remember though those of you who are here:

Saturday, December 4, 2010

"For me, life without killing is like life without food for you"

~*Graphic photo in this post*~

Born on April 9, 1974, Alexander Yuryevich "Sasha" Pichushkin was a well known chess player in Moscow's Bitsevsky Park. He described his first kill like the feeling of a first love. He wanted to outdo the number of murders that Andrei Chikalito had committed, 52, during 1982 to 1994. He is also known in Russia as the chessboard killer. Why the chessboard killer you ask? Well because he would mark off a square every time he would kill someone.

Alexander was said to be a very nice and friendly young man. He was found by a neighbor, crying in a stairwell where he lived, because of the death of his cat. Alexander lived with his aging Mother in the flat that he was raised in from birth. He worked in a nearby supermarket. His Mother stated that she noticed a change in her dear boy, when at the age 4 he was hit on the head with a swing. She also stated that he didn't handle the sudden death of his Grandfather and of a pet dog that Alexander had. Alexander was said to have anger issues over the sudden death of his Grandfather and was royally  pissed off for "abandoning" him just like his Dad did when he was younger.

When he turned 18, yeah that's when you are considered an adult and no longer an innocent child, he made his first kill. He had a crush, and this crush had a boyfriend, well not for long, Alexander took care of that. The boy was found in his apartment, dead of course. The chick he was in love with was also found dead some time later, authorities later thought it could have been Alexander that committed this murder. This was the last murder for Alexander until 2001.

The year of 2001, Alexander decided to go ahead and start murdering again, which spanned over five years to 2006 when he was caught. Alexander would go play chess in the park and then invite his opponents to go and have a drink with him. The drink of choice, um let's not try to hard, Vodka. Usually the opponents were elderly homeless men, that when drunk would be hit over the head with a hammer, and then being the environmentalist that he thought he could have been, he would stick the vodka bottles into the victim's skulls just to make sure that they were not going to live after being hit over the head with a hammer repeatedly.

Alexander did kill three women and one child. One woman was found to have stakes driven through her skull and even around her eyes. A female was the last of his victims. However, most of his victims, as stated above, were that of elderly homeless men. He stated that he would strike from behind so he would not get blood on his clothes. He also stated that some deaths were not the result of a hammer to the head, but throwing them into the sewers under the park. He stated that he felt like the Father to all his victims, for when he killed them he opened a door for them into another world.

~*Not sure if this is the one with the stakes in her skull, but was one of his victims*~

On October 24, 2007, Alexander was convicted of 48 of 49 murders, and 3 attempted murders. He did ask the court to add 11 more murders to his count, which brought the total of murders to 60 and the 3 surviving victims. Needless to say, he wasn't able to mark off all the squares on his chessboard. He was given life in prison, but his first 15 years to be served in solitary confinement. There was some moratorium established in 1996, so capital punishment in Russia was abolished. This man will die in prison.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Talent Worth Mentioning

Have you ever come across that that is so cool that is just makes you smile? Well I have.

I have been following a fellow follower's blog for a little while now, and I continue to do so, because what he does with an idea is so cool that it makes me smile every time I look at his work. He is amazing at what he does and I feel I should help share his work with everyone.

I would like to introduce you to Mr. Alan Wayne Myers and highly recommend following his blog.




Illistrations, T-Shirts and Portraits: $75

Avatars start at $20

Completely worth it I must say.

Just an example of what this very talented man can do is below.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

William here nor Hare

Mr. Burke was originally from Ireland. He was a militia servant there in Ireland, and well, he really got sick of it so he decided to leave his wife and kids and move to Scotland in or around 1817. He decided to work for the Navy for the Union Canal. He then went all cool and stuff and decided that he was way too cool for the Union Canal and started doing some cobbling, a little bit of the baking, did some weaving and was a laborer type of guy. When he was in the Navy he met a new chick, Helen M'Dougal.


Mr. Hare also came from Ireland, and he too moved to Scotland. He chilled and was working as a laborer as well, though he stayed being that for a minute and wasn't all up in changing jobs like Burke. Mr. Hare then moved over to Edinburgh where he met some dude named Logue. Mr. Logue had a lodging house. Logue died and Hare married Logue's widow Margaret. She continued chill and keep the lodging house running. Mr. Hare worked in the canal.


Oh yeah there is a movie by the name of Burke and Hare. Just FYI.
Burke and Helen moved into the area where the lodging house was kept by Margaret. They all became the bestest of best friends. Yay! They were such good friends that they all became body sellers and murderers.

The first body to be sold was someone that died of natural causes that was all chillaxing up in the lodging house. He owed rent so instead of filling the coffin with the body, they filled it with bark and took the body for a ride to Edinburgh University. They sold it to some famous anatomist by the name of Dr. Knox. The next victim was some sick dude that they got drunk with whiskey and then suffocated him.

~*Dr. Knox*~

Well they ran out of tenants, so they ventured out. What's in your wallet? I digress. They found some chick collecting pensions and invited her inside of the lodging house. They too got her drunk and then suffocated her. They got paid for her body as well.

A chick was getting arrested by the police, but Burke claimed that he knew her and they released her to Burke's custody. Her body showed up at the medial school just hours later. Then an elderly chick and her grandson, that was blind, were the next ones to go. They OD'd the Gma on painkillers, but Hare took the young blind boy and stretched him over his knee and then broke his back, no not the movie, literally broke the poor kids back. They were eventually sold to the Dr.

They went after prostitutes and a mentally handicap kid. When they sold the prostitute and boys body to the Dr., some of the Dr.'s students said that they recognized the bodies. The last victim, Marjory, was lured to the house by Burke. Burke was not able to kill the young lady right away, for there were two lodgers at the home at the time. When the lodgers, Ann and James Gray left for a night out, the neighbors stated they heard a struggle coming from the house.

Ann tried to go to her bed to get her stockings, but became suspicious when Burke would not let her go near the bed. The Gray's were left alone in the house later that night, and of course went straight for the bed. They found the body of Marjory. They ran off to tell the police, but ran into Burke's female companion, M'Dougal who tried to shut them up by bribing them. They totally refused and went about to go fetch the fellow officers.

Burke and Hare removed the body of Marjory, however because Burke and M'Dougal's stories didn't add up, they were arrested. Then someone said something about the Dr. and his shinanigans, and the police showed up to the medical center and found Marjory's body, to which Mr. Gray identified. Mr. and Mrs. Hare were arrested long long after. The killing portion lasted about a year.

So there really wasn't much evidence against the four peeps, so some Lord told Hare that he would gather immunity if he totally snitched on Burke. So guess what? Hare turned on Burke and Burke was hanged and Hare walked. Burke was totally dissected publicly at the medical college. Burke's blood was used by the dissecting professor to write "This is written with the blood of William Burke, who was hanged at Edinburgh. This blood was taken from his head." There is a museum at the college where Burke's skeleton, death mask and items made from his skin are on display. Yummy!

The two chicks, M'Dougal and Mrs. Hare, went free. M'Dougal died in or around 1868. Mrs. Hare pretty much vanished off the face of the Earth. Burke was said to have been thrown into a lime pit and became a blind beggar, but that has not been proven.

The Dr. went free due to Burke stating that the Dr. had no idea about the origin of the bodies that he was buying. He continued to buy bodies from "body snatchers" but some act called the Anatomy act passed and he became less popular and died at a Cancer hospital in 1862.

Monday, November 22, 2010

How the hell are you?!

Hello my blogger peeps?! 

How in the hell are you?!

I miss y'all greatly!!!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Pucker up and close your eyes and kiss this goodbye

Oy Vey! Do I have a bad streak with the male gender or what?!

I am not one to click with the chicks for the most part. I am a "one of the guys" type of chick, and I am okay with that! I like to work on cars, go fishing, hunting and fix stuff that happens to be broken, well fix inanimate objects that is! However, I know how to be a stereo-typical chick too.

I have posted before that I am one of those people that strangers come up to and spill their guts without knowing you the hell I am. I am okay with that for the most part. I am really not a people person and kind of give that look like, "Oh I'm sorry did I look interested?"

I have been jaded a lot in the past and I have learned to trust no one. As soon as I start trusting someone and letting them in, SLAM, the door shuts and they vanish. I am always thankful that I didn't share too much, because I would absolutely hate myself for being so vulnerable with my emotions and secrets, knowing that most of the time the person I am open with will just leave.

These relationships have always been friendships and nothing more, and maybe that's the reason for them up and leaving. If that is the reason, then good riddance to all of you who have up and left me standing here baffled as to what the hell I have done. There is just one in particular though that really puzzles me, I just got the cold shoulder never to be talked to again. No reason to why just blocked from everything. Most of the other ones, they betrayed me and lied to me after I told them I would always find out the truth ALWAYS, yet they didn't believe me until well, it was too late. I am generally not a second chance chick, and I have warned people of this, one chance that's it.

People may think that is too harsh and that everyone deserves a second chance, but you fuck me over and that's it. Fuck me over once, shame on me. Fuck me over twice and it sucks to be you.

I really just do not understand the male gender. Oh well, here's to the past they can kiss my glass!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

It's My Party, And No Crying Was Involved!

Oh good lord! So my birthday is Tomorrow, or 11/14 for those of you who may already be on that day, and I went out last night to celebrate! I had a freaking blast! Though when you go to a bar that is owned by a friend, you seem to get drunk a lot quicker than all the other people. When I look back on last night, they poured 3/4 booze and 1/4 whatever the non-booze was!

~*What I was drinking. It was num yummy!*~

I played some pool, the que ball seemed to leave the table a couple of times. I mean hey if I had a drunk lady trying to come at me with a stick............ Oh never mind, that is not going where I want it to go to prove my point.

Hillary was my designated, and thank the powers that be because I was, in the words of a co-worker, faded! This is my first time in 10 years that I have actually got that drunk that much! Last time was 10/31/2000. Woot!

This morning was a rough one, but I seem to be holding together quite well. No crackers in the house, so I done did eat me some bread, and I am feeling better. I received an iPod touch 4th generation from my Mother, totally sweet! I had it engraved to say "You are not your freaking iPod" Yeah I know genius. I was going to say fucking instead of freaking, but noooooooooooooooooo Apple said "Yeah not so much" the bastards! I tried to take a picture of it, but it's sooooooo shiny and reflective.

Well my friends, here's to having a better morning, since it's only 10:54 here in colorful Colorado, and to a better day! Y'all have a great morning/day/night and we will talk to you later.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Horror!

Meet Fred. Fred grew up in a house of incest. Fred's Father liked to have sexual relations with his daughters. Fred's Father also learned him the ways of bestiality. Fred's Mother sexual molested him since the age of 12. In 1958 Fred fell of his motorcycle and broke some bones and received skull fractures. Fred was never the same after that, having an abundance fits of rage. Fred was convicted of molesting a thirteen year old girl, and that is when his family disowned Fred. Daddy always said "Do what you want, just don't get caught doing it." Fred didn't listen.

Meet Rosemary, who also came from a family where incest was the way to live and who at age sixteen, moved in with Fred and then gave birth to his child when she was seventeen. Fred went to prison for theft, and at that time Rosemary took it upon herself to kill Charmaine who was Fred's stepdaughter from his first marriage, because when Rosemary would beat her relentlessly, she refused to cry. Rosemary stated that Charmaine's Mother had come and retrieved her, however, when Charmaine's Mother actually did come to retrieve Charmaine, she also went missing.

The sweetest happiest couple did finally get married and they also had a second daughter. Sweet lovely husband Fred told Rosemary to go into prostitution. Rosemary ended up having seven children, three of them were mixed. The happy couple moved into a bigger house, and the top floor was turned into a sex room for Rosemary to perform her tricks. There were holes so Fred could watch and there was a "put on the red light" outside so the kids knew if that was on do not come a knocking dammit! Mama's busy! Fred would even allow Rosemary's dad to come and get it on with her.

These two loved the BDSM scene with violent sex, however, it had to be on young girls. It is sad to report that Fred's first child, Anna Marie age 8, was his first victim. Fred would brutally rape and torture her while Rosemary held her down. She was told that she would be beaten horrifically if she told anyone.

Next was a seventeen year old nanny that they hired, she escaped the torture and turned the couple in, however they were just slapped with a fine.

For five years the couple would brutally torture, rape, murder and then dismember the bodies of teenage girls. Fingers and toes would be removed before the bodies were buried in the torture cellar. Not every victim was a murder victim however, and when you leave people alive, someone is going to tell about the happenings at the home.


Detective Constable Hazel Savage, was the main person that lead the investigation at Fred and Rosemary's house. Stuff was found that indicated child abuse, also porn was found. Both were arrested and Rosemary tried to commit suicide, but one of her sons found her and revived her. A warrant was issued for the property and bodied galore were found, some decapitated. They were charged with twelve counts of murder. Rosemary tried to put all the blame on Fred, saying she was the victim, but the authorities were having none of it. In 1995 Fred committed suicide by hanging himself with bedsheets. In 1995 Rosemary was found guilty of ten counts of murder. She was given a minimum of twenty five years, but then was given a life sentence.

The House of Horrors was torn down and turned into a path going into the town center.

~*Walk way to the Town Center*~

Monday, November 8, 2010

Just Another Manic.. Oh You Know The Rest...

Oh lordy lordy lordy!!! It sure is a Monday!

Well took our first calls today! Yay! Total cake. Like I said before "I have this!"

Registered for classes. Kind of upset that the biology class starts 30 minutes before I get off of work, but I will call them tomorrow and see if there is anything I can do. It is a class that I actually have to show up to school for, so we will see.

It was a great day, however, I am glad that it is winding down!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Ready or Not, Here I Come...

"Hey there pretty lady, wanna come pose for some pictures? I will give you some money for your troubles. It's just that you look so beautiful, and who could not want to take pictures of you? Oh come on, I wont hurt you, it's just pictures."

On February 15, 1939 a serial killer was born in Esterville Iowa. It is said that Robert Christian Hansen had a hard upbringing. His Father made him work long hours in the family baker and was also very strict. Robert suffered severe acne and, for his age, was considered very small. He had a stuttering problem, and his parents forced him to be right handed, even though he was born left handed. He did graduate High School. He wasn't much of a "friend" person. Went he graduated, he went into the Army. He would spend the time working in the family bakery and also devote one weekend a month to the Army. In 1960, Robert married a local girl.

~*Robert C. Hansen*~ 

Robert was accused of perceived abuses by citizens of Pocohantas Iowa, and decided to burn down the school bus garage. Robert's friend turned him in and he was sentenced to three years, only to serve 20 months. Robert's wife wasn't' having any of that, and immediately filed for divorce. When he was released, Robert met another chick and married her in 1963. After living a life of crime in Iowa, Robert decided to make a new start and moved to Alaska.

He was adorned in Alaska. Everyone treated him with respect and treated him well. He was considered a great outdoorsman by the people of Anchorage. His den was filled with the mounts of some of the animals that the hunted. He also had some animals entered into the world books of Pope & Young's trophy hunting. All the positivity was short lived though, for Robert was arrested in 1977 for stealing a chainsaw. He was sentenced to 5 years, and after having a customary mental evaluation done by the prison psychiatrist, it was determined that Robert was bi-polar and needed to be on lithium. The courts never enforced this, and Robert was released after serving one year. In the 80's, Robert was awarded $13,000 for a burglary that happened at his home. Robert used the money to open up a bakery, to support his wife and their two children. His bakery flourished, and Robert was known as a respected member of the community.

Sherry Morrow was a dancer for the Wild Cherry Bar, which was located in downtown Anchorage. Her body was found with three gunshots wounds caused by a .223 caliber bullet. She was blindfolded at the time of death, and was last seen on November 17, 1981. She left the bar with a man offering her money to pose for pictures. Two other females were found in the 80's. One has yet to be identified, and so she was named Eklutna Annie, the other was a topless dancer by the name of Joanne Messina. Both bodies were badly decomposed, and no evidence was present. When things started to calm down, another body was found. She was a 17 year old prostitute and topless dancer. She too was found with bullet wounds caused by a .223 caliber bullet. She had gone missing about 5 months prior to her being discovered.

~*Sherry Morrow & Paula Goulding/Malai Larsen & Sue Luna*~

~*Tamara Pederson & Lisa Futrell/unidentified victim dubbed "Eklutna Annie" she is still unidentified*~

 On June 13, 1983, a trucker was driving down the road when he noticed a chick freaking out and wailing her arms, trying to get his attention. The trucker pulled over and discovered that the chick had handcuffs dangling from one arm and her clothes were all a wreck. She told the trucker that some crazed lunatic was after her and to please take her to the Big Timber Motel. The trucker, freaked out I am sure, obliged and took her to where she requested. She asked the front desk clerk to make a call for her to her pimp. Her pimp? Really? At least the trucker was smart enough, and drove to the Anchorage Police Department and reported the incident.

The cops arrived at the motel and the chick was still there with the handcuffs still dangling from one arm. She then began to tell her story. She stated that some dude came up to her and offered her $200.00 to have her perform oral sex on her. Guess she wasn't pretty enough for pictures? Any way, she agreed and while she was performing, mid-way through the dude slapped handcuffs on her and also brandished a gun. He told her that if she went along with all he requested, she would live. He took her to his house, brutally raped her. She said that he bit her nipples pretty hard and also molested her with a hammer. He told her that he was taking her to his cabin, but again, if she did everything he said he would let her go. He loaded her into a small plane, and while he was loading supplies, she opened the door and ran for her life. The dude chased after her, but gave up when she saw the trucker stop.

The cops took the chick to the airport so she could identify her kidnapper's airplane. Once she pointed it out, they did a check and it came back to belonging to Robert C. Hansen. When the cops showed up at Robert's door, he denied the accusations stating that he had no idea who she was and she probably just wanted money. He also stated "You can't rape a prostitute can you?" The cops checked Robert's alibi of him and his family vacationing in Europe, and it checked out and charges were not filed. Robert was still on the minds of the authorities though for being their suspect. Eventually, Robert's friends broke down after police told them that they too would be held responsible. They stated that they were not with Robert on the days he said they were, and they also found the "stolen" goods from the burglary Robert claimed happened, in Robert's basement. They got search warrants but they were not finding anything tied to the murders, that is until they found a hidden space up in the attic. Up in that space was the gun used to murder the women and some ID cards that belonged to some of the murdered women.

It was a game of cat and mouse when Robert was brought down to the police headquarters. He at first denied all charged, but then realized he would lose in court. He check marked grave sites on a map, but the police stated that it would have been impossible to locate them based on Robert's check marks, so they flew him out so he could walk them to all the grave sites. After all was said and done, 12 grave sites, all of unknown women, were discovered. Robert described abducting the chicks, telling them they would live if they cooperated, and flew them to his cabin. When they were at his cabin, he would brutally rape and torture the chicks, blind fold them, strip them naked and turn them loose in the woods. He would then hunt them down using a knife or his high powered rifle. He stated, "it was like going after a grizzly bear or a trophy Dall sheep."

After he described what he had done, most everyone took to remembering "The Most Dangerous Game" by writer Richard Connell. Robert is basically serving a life sentence, and is currently housed at Spring Creek Correctional Center.

Pictures found here.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

Go ahead, walk through Maple Hill Cemetery. You might want to start early, for this cemetery is the largest cemetery in Alabama, reaching over 100 acres of land. Keep walking until you come upon the cove, then go ahead and walk through the forest. When you have come to the playground, you have made it.

The Dead Children's Playground looks so stunning in the daytime, when it reaches night, not so much. Some say that the bodies of abducted children were dumped here by the abductor, and the ghosts of the children still come to play at this playground. You have the generic sightings, swings moving on their own, children yelling out to their friends and laughing. Also, photos have been reported to have orbs of light in them. Orbs are believed to be the spirits taking form in a ball of light. All this stuff happens late at night to way early in the morning for children to be playing. Don't try to stop those swings from swinging, but as soon as you step away, they will start moving again. You then can see the sand be disturbed, as if a child just jumped off of the swing. However, it looks like it is wood chips currently instead of sand.

Don't try to stop those swings from swinging, but as soon as you step away, they will start moving again. You then can see the sand be disturbed, as if a child just jumped off of the swing. The City of Huntsville went and tore down the playground to make more room for plots in the cemetery. The people of the city freaked out, told the City of Huntsville to put the playground back, and they did. Thank you people of Huntsville for saving the place that the children, alive or dead, love to play. I find it cool that there is even a playground withing the limits of the cemetery.

Friday, November 5, 2010

How about a swim?

In 1928 the tallest hotel, Hotel San Carlos, was built in Phoenix Arizona. The hotel offered air cooled rooms, which was a feature that was before it's time in 1928. If you were to go up to the roof, you would have an awesome view of Phoenix. Now days, however, all you can see is the other buildings and high rises.

A young girl dressed in her white evening gown, was waiting for her boyfriend to come and take her out for a night on the town. The boyfriend never showed up and she was heartbroken. It doesn't state the reasoning for the girl being stood up, but it hurt her so bad that she climbed to the roof of the Hotel San Carlos, which is now where the pool is located, and jumped. Lone Jensen's death was the first suicide of the city of Phoenix. She was 22 and committed suicide on May 7, 1928.

Ever since her death, there have been numerous sightings of a white figure shaped as a woman, a white cloud and cool breezes. The hotel staff will not go to any floor alone due to the sightings and the staff being so superstitious. Little children have been heard running up and down the hallways, laughing and playing. However, these children were not part of anyone belonging to the hotel, but belonging to the school that once was before the hotel. The school had a well, and I am sure you can guess what happened next. I mean who puts a well on the grounds of a school? Any way, records state that there were three or four boys that drowned in the well. The school house was closed down, but the well still remains to this day in the basement of the Hotel San Carlos, for it is the main water supply to visitors.

The penthouse still has running water, air-conditioning and electricity, but it is said no one lives up there and they will never rent it out. Hmmmmmmm.