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Lawrence "Lurch" Neumann was a member of Tony Spilotro's Hole In The Wall Gang, a Chicago Outfit-connected burglary ring which operated in Las Vegas. He was called "Lurch" because he was well over six feet and did 1,000 push-ups in prison every day. He was also a trust fund baby with an IQ of 158; Einstein's IQ was 160. He was a burglar, an arsonist, and a serial killer who enjoyed killing people.
On June 8, 1956, Neumann walked out of Mickey's Miracle Bar (location pictured here,) went to his car and retrieved a shotgun. He returned to the bar and blasted a barmaid and the bartender. On his way out he murdered a newspaper vendor. Max Epstein, Lori Gates, and John Keller all died. Neumann was caught after a massive two month police manhunt. Sentenced to 125 years in prison, he was released on parole after 11 years.
The dispute was that he believed he had been shorted less than $2. Neumann killed the newspaper vendor when he tried to block his way when he escaped down the alley.
Located at 1114 W. Argyle Street.
This is totally new to me even though I have lived in the area for 25 years.
In the late 1700s there was a murder at 11 Grangegorman Lane. A servant girl had been robbed, beaten and strangled. In the months leading up this particular murder a number of young servant girls had been robbed and murdered.
As a result of a robbery that went badly wrong the local police discovered that the 'Stoneybatter Stangler' was a deformed legless beggar locally known as 'Billy In The Bowl'. His nickname was derived from the fact that his means of transport was a large bowl-shaped cart with wheels.
Seated in the cart Bill propelled himself by pushing against the ground with wooden plugs, one in each hand. As a result he was very strong and he could easily strangle young girls and old ladies.
Eventually he made a mistake when he discovered that his intended victim was much stronger than he had expected and also she was not alone and the two women together managed to stab him in the eyes with their hat pins.
The police force was recently formed and had not yet acquired the skills needed to legally prove that Billy had murdered his previous victims but as he was convicted of robbery with violence he was confined in Green Street jail for the rest of his life.
There were no more murders in the area after Billy Davis was sent to prison.
.... People passing by the historic facade of the 1925 McLaughlin Motor Car Showroom and current 50-storey Burano high-rise condominium, have no idea of the insidious history of this section of Bay Street. This part of Bay Street was once known as St Vincent Street. The defunct street ran from Grenville Street to St Joseph Street until 1921, when the street was amalgamated with several others to become Bay Street. It's also the tragic location of the infamous 1894 murders of Alice and Nellie Pitezel. They were the daughters of Benjamin Pitezel, a close associate of Henry Howard Holmes, or simply H. H. Holmes, swindler and confidence trickster, who is widely considered to be the United States first known serial killer.
His connection to Toronto, Ontario and by extension, the Pitezel sisters, stems from an insurance fraud scam Holmes tried to capitalize on with the girls father, Benjamin Pitezel. Unfortunately Benjamin Pitezel, was unaware of the psychopathic personality of his partner in crime, H.H. Holmes, who ended up killing 37 year old Benjamin, his 8 year old son Howard and his two daughters, 14 year old Alice and 10 year old Nellie. H.H. Holmes, after murdering Benjamin Pitezel and his son, Howard, took Pitezel's daughters to Toronto, renting a small picturesque house at 16 St Vincent Street. It was at this address that Holmes murdered the sisters and buried their bodies in the cellar of the house. Police investigations spread from Chicago, Philadelphia and Indianapolis, to Toronto based on Holmes insurance fraud and the murder of Benjamin Pitezel. While conducting their investigation in Toronto, police discovered the bodies of the Pitezel children, who had gone missing sometime during Holmes’ insurance fraud spree. Linking Holmes to the Pitezel family murders, Holmes's murder spree finally ended when he was arrested in Boston on November 17, 1894. He also confessed to 28 other murders, mostly in Chicago, however through investigations and missing person’s reports, it is believe that Holmes is responsible for up to 200 murders. The Pitezel sisters were buried together in an unmarked grave at Toronto's St James Cemetery, the house at 16 St Vincent Street was torn down in 1902 .... H.H. Holmes was convicted of the murders of the Pitezel family and hanged in 1896.
Pity i had to work fast, this rear moment happened and i couldnt achieved a good DOF and the right focus. But i still nice enough to share. On screen i saw there is also a little snail in front, a nice bonus :-)
Nikon D3100 + Sigma 105 mm macro
There is a value to human error: the ability to self destruct.
If you haven't noticed, I have a mild fascination with technophobia.
We live in a time where society is constantly creating ways to eliminate work; each update means another way of living, and these are increasing rapidly. People grow to fear technology due this vision of the future of society; where people not only become less significant to each other, but also become less significant to their devices.
Which brings up one of the central themes in futuristic sci-fi: we'll all be reduced to numbers as opposed to individuals. Serial codes belong on pieces of technology, however our dependency on progress could eventually switch around so that humans become the puppets that are programed.
In contrast to this idea is the fact that machine's only purpose is to be utilized. Without the humans, progress would barely continue and gradually cease to exist.
It comes down to the only power humans would have left -- human error: the ability to make mistakes and to self destruct.
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"Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement."
('John Hartigan' by NECA)
John Wayne Gacy, Jr., the so-called "Killer Clown," murdered at least 33 boys and young men between 1972 and 1978. All victims were murdered here at his home (long since demolished and rebuilt.) 26 were buried in a crawlspace under the home. Three were buried elsewhere on the property and four were plunged into the Des Plaines River.
Gacy was executed on May 10, 1994.
Interestingly, a month later and at a hotel not far north of here, O. J. Simpson would receive news of his ex-wife's death.
Located at 8213 W. Summerdale Ave.*
*Current address is 8215. The address 8213 has been removed from use.
Actual photograph of "Pogo The Clown". Gacy later became known as the "Killer Clown" due to his charitable services at fundraising events, parades and children's parties where he would dress as "Pogo the Clown", a character he devised himself.
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The second episode of the new fourth season of Sherlock pushed the famous consulting detective of Baker Street and his long-suffering best friend, Dr. John Watson (Martin Freeman), into darker territories than perhaps ever before. But while Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) matched wits with the scheming Culverton Smith (Toby Jones), his latest adventure, “The Lying Detective,” managed to slip in plenty of references and nods to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s original canon of nine books, consisting of 56 collected short stories and four novels. Like its predecessor, “The Six Thatchers,” “The Lying Detective” both adapted one specific Conan Doyle original while simultaneously referencing not only the whole Holmes universe, but a few other universes, too. There was even an obscure shout-out to a Doctor Who episode! Here are 12 easter eggs you might have missed in “The Lying Detective.”
Bughouse Square, aka Washington Square Park, is located in the shadow of historic Newberry Library. A gathering place for radicals, socialists, bohemians, atheists and homosexuals, the area attracted John Wayne Gacy, Jr. who would cruise the park after work for young hustlers to pick up.
One such person was John Szyc. Gacy picked him up and brought him to his house. After Szyc demanded more than $20 for a sex act, Gacy showed him the "rope trick." He would wrap a rope around his victim's neck and twist it with a pole, like a tourniquet, until the victim asphyxiated to death.
Located at 901 N Clark Street
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A serial killer is typically defined as an individual who has murdered three or more people over a period of more than a month, with down time (a "cooling off period") between the murders, and whose motivation for killing is largely based on psychological gratification. Other sources define the term as "a series of two or more murders, committed as separate events, usually, but not always, by one offender acting alone" or, including the vital characteristics, a minimum of at least two murders. Often, a sexual element is involved with the killings, but the FBI states that motives for serial murder include "anger, thrill, financial gain, and attention seeking." The murders may have been attempted or completed in a similar fashion and the victims may have had something in common; for example, occupation, race, appearance, sex, or age group.
Serial killers are not the same as mass murderers, who commit multiple murders at one time; nor are they spree killers, who commit murders in two or more locations with virtually no break in between.
victims
Charmaine West (born 22 February 1963): Killed in June 1971 by Rosemary West while Fred was in prison. No motive has been put forward.
Catherine Bernadette "Rena" West (born 14 April 1944): Killed August 1971. Rena had called to take Charmaine away with her and it is believed Fred killed her to avoid an investigation into Charmaine’s whereabouts.
Lynda Gough (born 1 May 1953): Killed April 1973. A lodger at 25 Cromwell St, Gough and Rosemary would share lovers. Following her disappearance Gough’s mother called to visit and Rosemary, wearing Gough’s clothes, told her she had moved in order to work in Weston-super-Mare.
Carol Ann Cooper (born 10 April 1958): Killed November 1973. Cooper was living in a children’s home in Worcester when she disappeared while walking home from the cinema.
Lucy Katherine Partington (born 4 March 1952): Killed December 1973. Spent Christmas with her family in Cheltenham and visited a friend, and disappeared after leaving to catch a bus home. There is strong evidence that she had been kept alive for at least several days. A week after she disappeared, Fred went to a hospital in the early hours of 3 January 1974 to get a serious laceration stitched. A knife matching the cut was found with Partington's body and police surmise he sustained the injury while dismembering the body. Partington, a university student, was the cousin of novelist Martin Amis.
Theresa Siegenthaler (born 27 November 1952): Killed in April 1974. A student in South London who left to hitch-hike to Ireland and disappeared.
Shirley Hubbard (born 26 June 1959): Killed November 1974. Left a work experience course in Droitwich to return home but did not arrive. When her remains were found her head was completely covered in tape with only a three-inch rubber tube inserted to allow her to breathe.
Juanita Marion Mott (born 1 March 1957): Killed April 1975. A former lodger at 25 Cromwell St, Mott was living with a friend of her mother's in Newent when she disappeared.
Shirley Anne Robinson (born 8 October 1959): Killed May 1978. A lodger at 25 Cromwell St, Robinson was a prostitute for the Wests. Disappeared after becoming pregnant with Fred’s child.
Alison Chambers (born 8 September 1962): Killed August 1979. Last known sexually-motivated killing.
Heather Ann West (born 17 October 1970) Killed June 1987. Heather became the focus of Fred’s attentions after Anne Marie left home. Fred West claimed he had not meant to kill her but she had been sneering at him and he "had to take the smirk off her face". Rosemary told an inquiring neighbour the following day that she and Heather had had a "hell of a row" so it is believed Rosemary may have initiated her death. The Wests told their children Heather had left for a job in Devon, but later changed the story to her having run off with a lesbian lover when she failed to contact or visit them. Later still Fred would threaten the children that they would "end up under the patio like Heather" if they misbehaved. Heather's body was found under the patio that Fred had inexplicably built over the fishpond his son Stephen had dug.
Their only known victim after 1979 was their daughter Heather, although the police believe the couple murdered more. There were no known murders in the years 1976–1977, 1980–1986 and 1988-1992. During questioning after being arrested, Fred West had confessed to murdering up to 30 people, but the police believed the pair may have killed only 13. As well as the 12 confirmed they believe West also killed 15-year-old Mary Bastholm in 1968, but to date no body has been found. West's son, Stephen, has said he firmly believed the missing Gloucester teenager was an early victim of his father, as Fred West had reportedly boasted of committing Miss Bastholme's murder while on remand in prison during 1994
Huge Sherlock secret revealed in shock twist that drives master detective and Dr Watson apart
The Lying Detective was another gripping episode starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman
Sherlock fans were left shocked at the end of episode two when there was another huge twist as the master detective was joined on screen by a secret evil sister.
The new character called Eurus, which is the name of the Greek God of the East Wind, is set to take over as a new evil character on the drama.
In the final scenes of Sunday’s episode, called The Lying Detective, it emerged that actress Sian Brooke had been playing three characters on screen including Watson's therapist, all of them in disguise of her real identity.
She revealed herself as Eurus, Sherlock's sister, and then pointed a gun at Watson and shot him as the end credits rolled sending fans into meltdown.
Mark Gatiss, who plays Sherlock's brother on screen and is also the show's other co-creator, admitted they had thought about an extra sibling for Sherlock for many years.
He said: "It started as a joke years ago there was going to be a line in the first season where we were sketching in the Holmes family. But we thought we won't do too much and thank god we didn't because it has given us this place to go.
"This was a huge thing to cast Sian as Eurus. We said to casting to find someone who should already be a huge star who has never had the breaks."
Who is Sherlock's sister? Sian Brooke plays the actress behind the biggest twist to hit the series
Co-creator Steven Moffat added: “It is an absolutely epic performance. She is incredibly adept.
Moffat also said Sian would be relieved to be unmasked in her real role, joking they had locked her away for weeks.
He added: “She has been on TV for two weeks and now finally she is allowed to say she is in this show.
"She has even lied to her friends about what she was doing.”
The episode also featured some incredible scenes where Sherlock and Watson - Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman - had a fist fight which put Sherlock in hospital before they later hugged it out.
And Sherlock also defeated another baddie in the form of serial killer Culverton Smith (Toby Jones) who had many similarities with Jimmy Savile, including keys to a hospital where he killed people.
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Labyrinthitis.
Lately, I've been experiencing small bouts of dizziness. Nothing extreme. I don't faint or go tumbling down steps. I don't swoon. I don't get the "vapors." But if I pivot my head too fast, a sense of vertigo arrives swiftly thereafter.
Lately, I've also been experincing a slight rise in anxiety. I figured this was normal. I've got a lot of work on my plate. I'm executing a will. The world seems to be tumbling into a bottomless warren of hungry rats--gas prices are up to like, eleventy-billion dollars a gallon; global warming will soon turn this place into a pre-heated swimming pool; electoral politics is a game of lunacy at which everybody loses; terrorists are going to pilot our planet into the sun; Wall Street is plummeting so fast that before too long we're going to be eating (and drinking, and bathing in) government cheese.
So, yeah, anxiety.
Then I decided to Google me some "dizziness," see what it might be.
I found this thing, Labyrinthitis.
Which, besides having the best name ever for a disorder, is actually a mild infection of the inner ear commonly following bronchitis (which I just got over), and one of the side effects is apparently a heightened sense of anxiety.
Ta-da! Doctor Wendig to his own rescue. I have Labyrinthitis! And even if I don't, I'm going to say I do, because it earns me street cred. Right? Right? Don't all the cool kids have Labyrinthitis?
Anyway. Seems to me like this whole country's got a bad case of Labyrinthitis. Hopefully we can find our way out of the maze, or at least to its center. Where a big hunk of sweet government cheese awaits.
(Addendum: Mm-mmm, that is a scorchingly-sexy picture of me, by the by. I took it when I woke up the other day, and--yow! A sensual beast, I am. Captured by the crazy look in my eyes and that psychopath's hairdo coming up off my head. I'd tap that ass. Oh yeah. Mmmm.)
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South view Gunness
Farm
Date: 1908
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Cyko
Postmark: June 29, 1908, Kankakee, Illinois
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Remark: Belle Gunness, often referred to as the Lady Bluebeard, is considered to be the first American female serial killer. Soon after the discovery of numerous bodies buried on Gunness' property, a number items of her personal property were auctioned. The auction, which took place on May 29, 1908, on the Gunness farm, attracted nearly 5,000 attendees. More than 500 carriages were tied about the farm. Most items sold at five to ten times beyond their ordinary sale value. The three items attracting the greatest attention at the sale were Gunness' pony, the pony cart, and a shepherd dog. The dog sold for $107 ($2,940 in 2019 dollars).
Born in 1858 in Selbu, Norway, Belle Gunness emigrated to America in the mid 1880s. Belle married Mads Sorenson in 1893, and together they operated a store in Chicago. The store burned down, and Mads and Belle collected insurance on the property. Mads Sorenson died in 1900, with Belle collecting approximately $8,000 through his life insurance policy.
On April 1, 1902, Belle married Peter Gunness in LaPorte, Indiana. Together, Peter and Belle owned and operated a small farm on McClung Road in LaPorte County. Belle again collected insurance on a husband when Peter died after a coffee grinder allegedly fell from a shelf hitting him on the head. Following Peter's death, Belle began advertising in Norwegian language newspapers in America for a husband.
Several suitors answered Belle's advertisements. However, many of these potential bridegrooms would suddenly leave in the night, leading Belle's 18 year old niece, Jenny Olson, to be suspicious as to their welfare. Jenny then mysteriously disappeared, though Belle told friends and neighbors that she had left for schooling in California.
The final man to respond to Belle's advertisement was Andrew Helgelein. Belle requested that Andrew sell his property and bring his money (about $3,000) to LaPorte, which he did in 1908. Andrew's brother, Asa Helgelein became suspicious when letters from Andrew ceased to arrive. Asa therefore traveled to LaPorte County to inquire about the welfare of his brother.
In the early morning of April 28, 1908, the Gunness farmhouse burned to the ground. The Gunness children were found in the ashes of the home, as well as the body of a headless woman. This headless body, however, was much smaller in size than the rotund stature of Belle's body. After sluicing through the ashes of the home, dental work reportedly to be Belle's was found. Asa Helgelein arrived several days after the fire, and at his urging, the LaPorte County Sheriff began to further investigate the fire and Belle's relations with out-of-town men. The investigation turned into a national sensation, as numerous bodies were soon found to be buried on Belle's farm..
The remains of Andrew Helgelein were the first to be found, buried in a shallow grave in the garden. Jenny Olson's body was soon discovered nearby. In all, at least twelve other bodies were recovered from the property. It has been estimated that Belle may have buried forty men on the farm.
Enormous crowds, numbering in the thousands, visited the farm during the investigation. Special trains from Chicago and Indianapolis, as well as from other towns and cities, brought curious onlookers to the farm. Picnics were common. A farm building was used as a temporary morgue, where onlookers could view the remains as they were recovered and put on display. Numerous postcards were produced and sold during and after the investigation.
Ray Lamphere, a farm hand of Belle's, was eventually charged with murder and arson. Though not convicted of murder, Lamphere was found guilty of arson and incarcerated in the nearby Indiana State Prison in Michigan City, where he died a few years later. While in prison, Lamphere maintained that Belle had escaped and insisted that her body was not found in the debris of the burnt house. Lamphere's statement led to numerous reported sightings of Belle Gunness across the United States for many years, none of which were ever confirmed.
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A photo receipt put John Wayne Gacy, Jr. behind bars.
In December, 1978, 15-year old Robert Piest was working part-time as a stock boy in Nisson Pharmacy, pictured here (now the Angel Town daycare center, ironically.) John Wayne Gacy, Jr. spoke to Piest about some contracting work he could offer the boy. The two left, and Piest went missing.
The parents complained to the police who eventually pursued the missing person case. Gacy denied having contact with Piest. But one of the detectives following Gacy picked up a photo receipt in Gacy's garbage with Kim Byer's name on it. Kim was a cashier in Nisson Pharmacy who had some photos developed and put the receipt her pocket while wearing Piest's jacket. He had loaned it to her because the pharmacy was cold and then retrieved the jacket before going outside with Gacy. Gacy's previous arrest record and other evidence convinced the police that they had their man, but this was solid proof connecting Gacy with Piest.
A detective told Gacy's lawyer about the receipt. Confronted with this information, Gacy resigned himself to the fact that he had been caught. He began saying goodbye to his friends. Fearing that Gacy would take his life or the lives of others, the police moved in and arrested Gacy. Piest's body was later found in the Des Plaines river. He had been suffocated with paper towels stuffed down his throat. Most of Gacy's victims were buried in the crawlspace under his house.
Gacy was found guilty of 33 murders and sentenced to death. He was executed on May 9, 1994.
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“It was the longest night of my life.”
This cheerful building was the location of the law office of Sam Amirante, one of John Wayne Gacy's attorneys.
Just before Christmas on the evening of Dec. 20, 1978, with the police closing in on him, Gacy stopped by Amirante's office. He drank a couple of shots of whiskey and said "I’ve been the judge, jury and executioner of many, many people." For the next few hours until early morning, Gacy confessed in detail to the kidnapping, torture, rape & murder of 33 young men and boys. Amirante didn't say a word as Gacy spoke.
The next day Gacy was arrested by police outside a McDonald's in Niles, Illinois. He was eventually convicted of murder and executed at Statesville prison in 1994.
Located at 222 S. Prospect Ave., Park Ridge
From SAGA, Nov. 1959, a story about psycho killer Charles Starkweather (who murdered 11 people in 1958) and his teenage girlfriend Caril Ann Fugate. Art by Chuck Smith. (Scan via the Men's Adventure Magazines & Books Group-> www.facebook.com/groups/187984097012/)
"Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here."
('Death Row Marv' by NECA)
The climax scene of Gangs of Wasseypur where actor Nawazuddin Siddiqui pumps several bullet in the body of a man, bears striking resemblance to how Avinash Srivastava murdered the killer of his father.
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John Wayne Gacy, Jr., the so-called "Killer Clown," murdered at least 33 boys and young men between 1972 and 1978. Born in 1942, Gacy was raised in the home pictured here. He was executed on May 10, 1994.
Located at 4505 N. Marmora Ave.
VICTIMS
Date: 1908
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Cyko, Stansbury
Postmark: None
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Remark: Belle Gunness, often referred to as the Lady Bluebeard, is considered to be the first American female serial killer.
Born in 1858 in Selbu, Norway, Belle Gunness emigrated to America in the mid 1880s. Belle married Mads Sorenson in 1893, and together they operated a store in Chicago. The store burned down, and Mads and Belle collected insurance on the property. Mads Sorenson died in 1900, with Belle collecting approximately $8,000 through his life insurance policy.
On April 1, 1902, Belle married Peter Gunness in LaPorte, Indiana. Together, Peter and Belle owned and operated a small farm on McClung Road in LaPorte County. Belle again collected insurance on a husband when Peter died after a coffee grinder allegedly fell from a shelf hitting him on the head. Following Peter's death, Belle began advertising in Norwegian language newspapers in America for a husband.
Several suitors answered Belle's advertisements. However, many of these potential bridegrooms would suddenly leave in the night, leading Belle's 18 year old niece, Jenny Olson, to be suspicious as to their welfare. Jenny then mysteriously disappeared, though Belle told friends and neighbors that she had left for schooling in California.
The final man to respond to Belle's advertisement was Andrew Helgelein. Belle requested that Andrew sell his property and bring his money (about $3,000) to LaPorte, which he did in 1908. Andrew's brother, Asa Helgelein became suspicious when letters from Andrew ceased to arrive. Asa therefore traveled to LaPorte County to inquire about the welfare of his brother.
In the early morning of April 28, 1908, the Gunness farmhouse burned to the ground. The Gunness children were found in the ashes of the home, as well as the body of a headless woman. This headless body, however, was much smaller in size than the rotund stature of Belle's body. After sluicing through the ashes of the home, dental work reportedly to be Belle's was found. Asa Helgelein arrived several days after the fire, and at his urging, the LaPorte County Sheriff began to further investigate the fire and Belle's relations with out-of-town men. The investigation turned into a national sensation, as numerous bodies were soon found to be buried on Belle's farm.
The remains of Andrew Helgelein were the first to be found, buried in a shallow grave in the garden. Jenny Olson's body was soon discovered nearby. In all, at least twelve other bodies were recovered from the property. It has been estimated that Belle may have buried forty men on the farm.
Enormous crowds, numbering in the thousands, visited the farm during the investigation. Special trains from Chicago and Indianapolis, as well as from other towns and cities, brought curious onlookers to the farm. Picnics were common. A farm building was used as a temporary morgue, where onlookers could view the remains as they were recovered and put on display. Numerous postcards were produced and sold during and after the investigation.
Ray Lamphere, a farm hand of Belle's, was eventually charged with murder and arson. Though not convicted of murder, Lamphere was found guilty of arson and incarcerated in the nearby Indiana State Prison in Michigan City, where he died a few years later. While in prison, Lamphere maintained that Belle had escaped and insisted that her body was not found in the debris of the burnt house. Lamphere's statement led to numerous reported sightings of Belle Gunness across the United States for many years, none of which were ever confirmed.
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It was the first sunny sunday since a long time, I was out with my camera, very excited to play with the light (I do not need much) and to admire this serial killer at work.
C'était le premier dimanche ensoleillé depuis longtemps, j'en ai profité pour sortir avec mon appareil, j'étais tout excité de jouer avec la lumière (il m'en faut peu) et de voir un tueur en série en plein travail.
Title: Lousia Collins, born Scone NSW 1849, Darlinghurst Gaol
Dated: 28/07/1888
Digital ID: 2138_a006_a00603_6050000084r
Series: NRS 2138 Photographic Description Books Darlinghurst Gaol
Rights: No known copyright restrictions www.records.nsw.gov.au/about-us/rights-and-permissions
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Short story written by, S.J.L.
You will never learn my real name. Some of your predecessors have asked, one even pleaded, but boundaries exist and I am quite particular. You lost all freedom when you told me your name Douglas, even if the loss was not immediately perceptible, and only by extension of my own gracious nature are you able to make these self-indulgent inquiries now. Your struggling questions are amusing, but as fruitless as the group counseling sessions to overcome your substance addiction. My confidence in your ability to fail is complete, but I offer one last recommendation: accept the vast weakness within yourself before I finish my latte and our time is up. Already shaking with confusion? Lamentable, but thankfully this is not really about you.
Hollow. That is the description I first wrote on my notepad about you. I see your skepticism, but here is where I circled it. Right at the top, what does it read? Page One. It took less than one minute to fully diagnose you and I have, on several occasions, encapsulated you to my colleagues as such: hollow. We are professionals and the sharing of such information was done under strict ethical code, of course. They had similar men as patients, celebrities like yourself, and needed comparative data. It is what we do, you see, we aggregate data from the weak to bolster our understanding of how not to be. Then we publish articles and books, creating our canon of behavioral norms and expectations. I choose the word canon carefully, Douglas. Your mother, who was also a patient of mine before she took her own life, was deeply fixated on a canon of her own, the Catholic worldview of her youth: heaven and hell – or, perhaps more simplified, good and evil. It was the great pendulum swinging through the landscape of her mind. Have you ever glimpsed away from yourself to ponder what it might take for a Catholic to commit suicide? How fractured she needed to be?
Are you actually displaying emotions for her suddenly? Where were you when she took the hatchet to her arm? Incidentally, I have always respected her choice in tools. If the magazines are to be believed, you were in Monaco, halfway through a month-long binge. You denied the veracity of those photographs, even to me; but, looking at you now, I think you are ready to admit you left the country knowing she was crumbling before your eyes. You were too weak even to try.
As I was saying, my colleagues and I do not see the evil or good of men. We identify weakness and prescribe strength. People like your mother, taught to worship a collapsed god, cannot be helped because their foundation is based on the archaic treatises of goatherds. Centuries of reinterpretation cannot change the simple fact her savior committed suicide, paving the way for her own. Taught to emulate weakness, and unable to locate conviction, she crawls to me, expecting her terrors and self-hate to disappear – which is not how therapy works, as you now fully appreciate.
How long did you wait after learning of her death before seeking my guidance? Three weeks? I remember you wore a disguise when you came through my office door. Yes, of course it was a disguise. Even in your deepest alcoholic engorgement, you never allowed yourself to be unshaven, let alone wear an Orioles ball cap. Please don’t insult my intelligence by claiming it was grief. Your girlfriend, who you may not realize has been on my weekly itinerary for over a year, told me what you said enroute to the funeral. Do you remember? No? You said, “Mom was a deranged lunatic. I am leaving this sideshow early because La Traviata opens tonight.” And you did.
Why am I saying these things? This is our last session, Douglas, and soon you will have found the cure to your hate-filled anxieties and the logical conclusion to your addiction. No, this is not tough love, for at least two reasons: first, a doctor cannot love her patient and remain objective; second, as previously stated, you are merely the thin shell of a human being and unworthy of anyone’s love. Hollow, remember? I am not passing judgment; I am treating you for an illness, one you have carried since you were eight years old. We have discussed the incident several times, so it should come as no shock the genesis was with the wagon, your friend Christine, and those two boys. She begged for your help when they were chasing her, but the boys threatened to take your wagon. She had even kissed you at the roller rink three weeks prior and you had exchanged valentine’s cards. For such a young age, the two of you had shared much. But you did not get out of your wagon for Christine, and those two boys brutalized her. Her parents moved to Florida shortly thereafter and you never saw her after that day. Your mother told me once she prayed desperately for that girl to pull through her surgeries, but what help did you offer?
You understood the ramifications of sticks and stones, right? Did their yells of victory or her screams of pain hurt you? Did you cry for her or only for yourself? You did not become feeble that day, for all children are; rather, it was the day you learned about the connection between cowardice and survival. Your addiction is the outward manifestation of the fear and weakness permeating your mind – it is the gaseous cloud filling the empty space normal people lack.
No, I don’t mind if you have a drink. I anticipated you might and had my secretary ensure the mini-bar was properly stocked. We are celebrating, after all – me with my latte and you with your bourbon. There is no need to bark obscenities, Douglas. You cannot visit a surgeon and become agitated when her delicate scalpel technique causes tissue to swell. The pain is natural and expected and the disease you have coruscating through your system has had twenty-nine years to fester.
Yes, I am a surgeon. I carve apart the minds and experiences of my patients and remove desiccation when I am allowed. Therapy is artfully complex in this way – regulatory and behavioral obstacles at every turn. Your girlfriend, Evelyn, understands this, but your mother did not. She needed me to cut her, wept for me to do so, but never once gave me permission. You are miserably similar to her in this way, refusing to sign the necessary paperwork. I am, in a sense, your five hundred dollar an hour barfly; or was, since our relationship is now over.
Time, nipping at your ankles, has caught hold finally. You have run dry on individuals to blame and the fiasco of your life will be reprinted for the slathering masses to devour. I know it can be heartbreaking to learn the thoughts you labeled as hope in your mind are false; however, you simply must appreciate those thoughts were never true. You would never consent to hope, not Douglas Clarion. Yes, you may have another drink; in fact, consider all three of those bottles a gift.
Now why would you ask me such a question? Vain until your last breath, Douglas. I grasp why women adore you, but it would be inappropriate for me to officially comment on your attractiveness. No, you may not kiss me, but it was sweet of you to ask. It lets me know you recognize I am in control. Control is the bedrock of civilized life, be it social or technological. Let’s examine your own civility: even now, knowing you will die soon if you continue, you are unable to prevent your own hand from raising that glass to your mouth; your life is chronicled for you by a professional mob armed with telescoping lenses and legally sanctioned deceit; food, clothing, and transportation is handled by servants, much like a toddler; and Evelyn counts herself fortunate if you can manage an erection more than once a month. Has there ever been anything more pathetic than a sagging philanderer?
No need to scowl, Douglas – it makes you seem ill-tempered and foul. I am explaining something critical, if you would pay attention. For all your wealth and luxury, you are remarkably uncivilized. By extension, I cannot in good conscience grant you the rights and privileges I do normal human beings. It is one of the fundamental reasons you are no longer my patient – I am not a veterinarian, after all.
There are tissues on the end-table if you wish to dry up your face, but it is time to stand up from the couch. No, I do not find you contemptible because you are crying. Everyone cries, Douglas, even me. No, I will never cry over you because you are a disgrace, filled with purposeless and unguided shame.
Which brings our session to its inevitable close. My latte is finished and you have managed, amazingly, to consume the entire bottle of bourbon. Be sure to try my other gifts after you arrive home tonight. I pronounce you cured. Yes, just like that. Please, Douglas, do not ruin the moment with more obscenities. I want to remember you exactly as you are right now. My secretary will collect the final payment on your way out.
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Good Morning, Jenny. Who is my nine o’clock? Mrs. Garnier? Are her files on my desk already? Very well. No, I was running late today and did not read the newspaper, what happened? Mr. Clarion was found dead in his penthouse? Was it an overdose? My my, the paparazzi will have a field day with this tragic story. Call Evelyn Wilson and schedule her tomorrow morning and cancel Garnier and my other morning appointments. I am feeling exultant today, Jenny, and will be at Linney’s having a spa facial – care to join me? My treat… Excellent. I have wanted to pick your brain for ages and this is the perfect opportunity.
"We've got you now, you jagoff."
Five police detectives pulled over John Wayne Gacy, Jr. and arrested him in front of this McDonald's on December 21, 1978 at fifteen minutes after noon. Although they only had him on a minor drug charge, they were afraid Gacy might try to kill someone else and himself before they had enough evidence to get a search warrant.
The police eventually discovered 29 bodies on his property--26 in his crawlspace and three buried elsewhere. Four other victims were dumped in the Des Plaines River.
Gacy was executed in 1994.
Located at 7969 N. Milwaukee Avenue, Niles
Jeffrey Rignall was one of the few victims of John Wayne Gacy, Jr. who lived to tell the tale.
Rignall was a 26-year-old bisexual who lived with his girlfriend and male lover in this apartment building in Chicago. On March 21, 1978 while walking to a gay bar in the nearby suburb of Rosemont, he met Gacy who lured him into his car to smoke a joint. Gacy overpowered him with a chloroform rag and he later woke up in Gacy's home chained to a homemade stockade where he was raped, assaulted with dildos, whipped and otherwise tortured. After the ordeal he woke up under a statue in Lincoln Park where Gacy had dumped him.
Somehow he made his way home and was taken to hospital. He told police what happened but they were skeptical because of his drugged condition and took no action. After recovering, Rignall retraced his steps and found Gacy. The State's Attorney finally charged Gacy with battery in July 1978 but in December Robert Piest, Gacy's final victim, disappeared which led to the discovery of murdered bodies in his house.
Rignall later wrote a book about his kidnapping and rape. He moved to Kentucky and died of AIDS in 2000 at the age of 49.
Located at 543-45 W. Wellington
The Edinburgh Vaults or South Bridge Vaults are a series of chambers formed in the nineteen arches of the South Bridge in Edinburgh, Scotland, which was completed in 1788. For around 30 years, the vaults were used to house taverns, cobblers and other tradesmen, and as storage space for illicit material, reportedly including the bodies of people killed by serial killers Burke and Hare for medical experiments.
As the conditions in the vaults deteriorated, mainly because of damp and poor air quality, the businesses left and the very poorest of Edinburgh's citizens moved in, though by around 1820, even they are believed to have left too. That people had lived there was only discovered in 1985 during an excavation, when middens were found containing toys, medicine bottles, plates, and other signs of human habitation
The frequent reports of paranormal activity and ghost sightings resulted on Living TV's "Most Haunted" going to investigate the vaults in both a 24 hour investigation and for a Most Haunted Live show on Halloween 2006, in which Scottish Investigator Ryan O'Neill took part in due to his paranormal knowledge of this location. The television show Ghost Adventures investigated the vaults and claimed to have numerous encounters with spirits there.
This Witches Coven is actually a meeting place for pagan white witches, and nothing to do with Satanic Rites or trying to raise the dead! The vaults visit is well worth doing if you're in Edinburgh - the guide was very informative and the whole place has quite a spooky atmosphere!
Milano - Via Bagnera / Stretta Bagnera
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Questa è la via più stretta di Milano, e qui Antonio Boggia, il Mostro della Bagnera (il primo serial killer italiano) uccideva le sue vittime nella seconda metà del XIX secolo.
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This is the narrowest street (once called "Stretta Bagnera") in Milan and this is where Antonio Boggia, the Monster of Bagnera (the first italian serial killer) used to kill his victims during the second half of the XIX century.
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I know what this looks like. I promise I didn't even set out to do anything close to this today. I just shot a bunch and got home and started processing and it just happened. lol
I did another shot. ( you'll see how random my shooting was) I'll upload it tomorrow or later. This one gets to be the main one because it took more time to edit and it's two pics in one!
Had I known I was going to do this the "dead me?" would have been better. haha
I almost just uploaded the original but decided why not throw in a corpse!!!!! :D right?
Anyways...I hope you guys like it. If not...oh well.
The Anatome Helena is a snail who feeds him with other snails. It is a real killer lol.
Nikon d3100 + Sigma 105 mm mAcro
This imposing warehouse is used for the storage of evidence from Chicago & Cook County crimes, including those of serial killer John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Among the grisly artifacts stored here are the door to Gacy's crawlspace where he buried nearly 30 young men and boys, personal items of his victims, a ligature Gacy used for strangulation, and samples of Gacy's blood.
Located at 2323 S. Rockwell St.