In the late 80’s the Frankford area of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania was plagued with a rash of murders. In total; nine murders were said to be committed by this individual. From August of 1985 through September of 1990 the bodies of nine women were found. All of the victims were said to have been stabbed, sexually assaulted with many left in sexually provocative positions. The victims were known to frequent popular Frankford area bars. One such bar was “Goldie’s,” the nickname for the Golden Bar situated at the 5200 block on Frankford Avenue.
On April 29, 1990, the body of 46-year-old, Carol Dowd was found behind Newman’s Seafood on Frankford Avenue. Similar to the seven victims found before her, Dowd had been stabbed and sexually assaulted. However, unlike the other deaths, Dowd’s murder brought forth a suspect; Leonard Christopher. Witnesses; two prostitutes told investigators that Christopher, an employee at Newman’s Seafood was seen with the victim near what would become the scene of the crime; the alley behind Newman’s. The two witnesses also told authorities that Christopher was seen with a large utility knife tucked in his belt.
As they’d done following each murder, Philadelphia police interviewed person’s of interest in the days following Carol’s death. Most of those questioned were patrons of the Golden Bar as well as other Frankford Avenue bars where many of the victims, as well as Christopher, frequented. On May 4th, Christopher was questioned about Carol Dowd’s murder. During questioning, he admitted to knowing Margaret Vaughan, another of the Frankford Slasher’s victims. Christopher informed investigators that he had indeed spoken with Carol Dowd before her death as well as acknowledging that, as a part of his job, he would routinely carry a knife to clean and prepare fish. Also within the guidelines of performing his duties at work, his boss, Jaesa Phang, told him to clean the blood in the alley, attributing to witness testimony that he had been seen near the crime scene.
Pressured by the public to solve the murders and based on the testimony of the two prostitutes; Leonard Christopher was arrested and charged with the murder of Carol Dowd. By arresting Christopher Philadelphia police hoped to send a message to the city that the Franklin slasher had been apprehended. Unfortunately, Philly would soon learn that nothing could be further from the truth.
The state of Pennsylvania, positive that they had solved the Frankford slasher murders gathered their sketchy persecution of Leonard Christopher. Until on September 6th, 1990 Michelle Dehner also known as Michelle Martin, was found murdered in her Arrott Street apartment. Like the other victims, Dehner was found to have been sexually assaulted and stabbed to death. At that time, Leonard Christopher had long since been in police custody. The false sense of security that the Philadelphia police attempted to give to the residents of the Frankford area had now crumbled and a new question arose; “have we arrested an innocent man?”
The prosecution conveniently overlooked statements made by nearly every witness interviewed. In most, if not all of the other Frankford murder cases, eyewitnesses described a middle-aged white man being in the company of the victims immediately before their deaths. Even Dowd was seen with an individual matching that description
shortly before her murder. However, Leonard Christopher didn’t fit that description. Christopher was a 38-year-old black man.
Knowing full well that they could not convict Christopher for the first seven murders, the state proceeded to prosecute Leonard Christopher for the murder of Carol Dowd. On December 12th of 1990, utilizing questionable eyewitness testimony of the two prostitutes and despite the lack of physical evidence and the fact that no witness testified seeing Christopher with any bloodstained clothing; they were able to secure a conviction against Mr. Christopher. The proverbial nail in the flimsily made coffin that became Christopher’s conviction came when Jaesa Phang told police that Christopher, for no reason at all, looked at her and said, “Maybe I killed her.”
To refer to this case as a miscarriage of justice is an understatement and does it a grave disservice. It is a travesty dare I say a tragedy. To this day the Frankford Slasher murders remain unsolved, leaving justice unserved for the victims and questions unanswered from their families. A broken justice system, as well as the slasher himself, destroyed the lives of ten people as well as the lives of the people that love them. This case is a prime example of a deeply flawed criminal justice system; a system designed to protect us but time after time is pressured by the media to provide answers and thereby forcing authorities to “create” a perpetrator. Without implementing proper investigation techniques or utilizing the appropriate measures for solving such heinous crimes, Leonard Christopher became the sacrificial offering to this system as well as the tenth victim in this case. Leonard Christopher was sentenced to life but died from cancer three years ago.
Cannibal: A person who eats the flesh of other human beings.
Cannibalism has been around in some capacity since the dawn of time; however, there are very few words as despised and feared as cannibal. The mere word conjures up a feeling of disgust and a natural sense of dread in our minds. Usually, movies and the media are the closest that we get to cannibalism, therefore; when the word cannibal is heard, the instant imagery of infamous characters such as Jeffery Dahmer or even Hannibal Lecter invade our minds. The question arises; do we share our planet with cannibals? Could someone we run into in our daily activities be a cannibal?
The truth is that cannibals exist, and they exist among us today. During this post, we will cover 5 cannibals that you probably have never heard of. We will not be highlighting those that were forced into cannibalism as a result of outside influence such as being physically forced or those faced with starvation and imminent death. Nor will we cover societies that are cannibals as part of tradition or religious beliefs. The subjects in the five entries of this post made a personal choice to dine on the bodies of other human beings.
1) Rudy Eugene; Miami Cannibal Attack: Okay here’s the story; on May 26, 2012,
Eugene was driving his purple Chevy Caprice until about 11:30 when the car stalled. After spending roughly a half an hour trying to get it started again he gave up and started walking. As he crossed the three-mile spam of the MacArthur Causeway I guess he got hot because he started taking off his shit; all of it.
At 2:00 a butt-assed naked Eugene encounters Ronald Poppo. Poppo was laying underneath the elevated Metromover viaduct. Eugene starts whipping the 65-year-old Poppo’s ass, then forces him to take his pants off. From that point, this crazy motherfucker starts biting chunks out of Poppo’s face. A passing cyclist, Larry Vega sees this shit happening. After
coming to grips with himself and realizing this shit was actually happening he called the police, (I would love to hear exactly what he told the 911 operator.) Minutes later MPD officer Jose Ramirez arrives. After looking at this shit for a second he yelled for Eugene to knock it off but he ignored and kept eating Poppo. Officer Ramirez called to him a second time; this time Eugene looked up at him, growled and went back to eating the man’s face. Officer Ramirez shot Eugene once. After that didn’t work he shot him three more times, ultimately killing his ass. Afterwards, it was noted that the whole ordeal lasted for approximately 18-19 minutes.
Admitted to Jackson Memorial Hospital in critical condition, Poppo sustained injuries so severe that 75-80% of his face above his beard had been eaten. Poppo lost his eyebrows,
his nose, parts of his forehead and cheek, and his left eye, and was left totally blind due to the damage to his remaining right eye. Oddly, Eugene’s autopsy revealed no human flesh in his stomach. Police speculated that the street drug, “bath salts,” had been involved but preliminary toxicology results were only positive for cannabis. Toxicologist Barry Logan said that Eugene’s behavior was consistent with the effects of the drug bath salts. He also added that toxicologists are not testing for everything out there. I’m not a toxicologist of any matter; however, I think that if the toxicology report on Eugene came back positive for only cannabis; it’s safe to say that your report probably missed something…..I’m just saying.
2) Armin Meiwes; The Internet Cannibal: The Cannibal Cafe,(No I’m not making this shit up, this is a real site) is a place where people with cannibal fetishes go to link up with each other. In early 2001 a German computer repair technician named Armin
Meiwes placed a post on this site. In the post, he specifies that he is looking for a well built male 18-30 years of age to be killed and consumed. Several crazy motherfuckers answered but backed out eventually; however, in March 2001, Bernd Jurgen Armando Brandes answered and he was serious.
After talking online back and forth for a while they decided to meet on March 9th, 2001. They agreed to record their “activities” for posterity. At Meiwes home in Rotenberg, the two men engaged in sexual activity then agreed to dine on Brandes’ penis. Initially, they attempted to eat it raw but felt that it was too tough and chewy. Meiwes then fried the penis in a pan with seasonings, wine, and garlic; deciding at that point that it was too burnt they tossed it to the dog. Meiwes then allowed Brandes to bleed out during a bath. He would check on his
victim periodically until he passed away. Over the next 10 months, Meiwes consumed Brandes.
In December of 2002, Meiwes was arrested when authorities were alerted to a new ad he had placed for another victim. When his home was searched investigators found the videotape as well as uneaten human body parts. On January 30, 2004; Armin Meiwes was originally found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to 8 years, however; in April of 2006, a German court ordered a retrial. Prosecutors argued the Meiwes should have been charged with murder. On May 10, 2006, Armin Meiwes was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in prison.
3) Dmitry & Natalia Baksheev; The Russian Cannibal Couple: On September 11, 2017, road workers in Krasnodar, Russia found a cell phone. Attempting to find out the identity
of the owner of the phone, the workers went through its contents. Their curiosity was soon replaced with horror when the men looked through the phone’s picture gallery. The pictures that shook them to their core were that of a man posing with a woman’s severed hand and what looked to be a scalp. One photograph appears to show a dismembered human head on a serving plate with fruit. Other photos illustrated the same man posing with different dismembered human body parts in his mouth. After seeing this sick shit the men took the phone to the authorities.
A police tech found the phone’s owner to be 35-year-old Dimitry Baksheev. Roughly, about the same time, officers found the dismembered corpse of an unidentified woman near the aviation academy where the Baksheevs lived. The police immediately sought out and arrested Dimitry Baksheev. During questioning Bakshev confessed to investigators that for years, he and his wife Natalia had been cannibals for approximately 20 years and had killed and consumed at least 30 people; with the first killing occurring at some point in 1999.
Not long after Dimitry Baksheev’s arrest and confession, the police arrested his wife Natalia. The impending investigation of their home uncovered horrors far beyond anything that could be conjured up by the most vivid imagination. The filthy apartment consisted of messy, disheveled rooms, trash, debris and clothes scattered on the floor and draped over furniture. While executing a search warrant investigators uncovered seven containers of human body parts as well as pieces of a human body marinating in saline solution. In the freezer were various human body parts, perhaps frozen for future consumption. Also found in the freezer were human remains pickled in jars. In the cellar of the couple’s home, searchers found 19 samples of human skin.
Dmitry & Natalia Baksheev; resided on the military base in Krasnodar, Russia. During the last 20 years, both of them held positions in the kitchen of the air base. The two murdered at least 30 people during that time. It is said that they drugged their victims then skinned them alive. Afterwards, the bodies were prepared for consumption. At times, the couple tried to turn soldiers at the military academy where they worked into unwitting cannibals, slipping “canned human meat” into their food. During her time as a nurse, Natalia made and sold meat pies to boost her income. She often told to local cafe owners that she could supply ‘meat’ and may have worked as a chef. Their investigation is considered ongoing by authorities.
4) Joachim Kroll, (Duisburger Menschenfresser; The Disturbing Man-Eater) The life and murderous career of Joachim Kroll was that of sexual perversion of the lowest
order; his apartment was filled with various sex toys, electronic gadgets, and inflatable sex dolls. Too much of a coward to attempt conventional relationships, Kroll turned to murder and rape in 1955 at the age of 22. Many reasons are given for his twisted rampage; with the actual reason still unknown to this day. What is known is that Joachim Kroll ended the lives of at least 14 victims on a killing spree that would go on for over two decades.
His first victim would be Irmgard Strehl. Found on February 8, 1955, the 19-year-old Strehl had been raped and stabbed to death. Her disemboweled body was found in a barn in Lüdinghausen. The following year authorities found the remains of Erika Schuleter; only twelve years old, she too had been raped and strangled.Approximately 3 years later the body of 24-year-old Klara Frieda Tesmer was found in Rhine. A local mechanic named Heinrich Ott had been initially charged with the murder, he hanged himself while in custody.
As the 50s ended and the 60s came in. Joachim Kroll’s level of depravity reached new depths. You see, Kroll’s current motis operandi was to surprise his victim then strangle them. As they lay dying or dead he would strip their clothes off and rape the corpse; often times he would masturbate over the corpse again.The following month, Manuela Knodt, a 16-year-old school girl was found on July 26, 1959. Joachim Kroll would go on to rape and murder at least 11 more women. The age of his victims never seemed to matter to him. He would take elderly women as well as children; the youngest being 4-year-old.
As stated previously, though he was not particular about who he raped and murdered; Kroll was very particular about where he killed. He would only kill in the same area after several years. Beginning with the murder of Manuela Knodt, Kroll took his operation to new depths, at that point besides being a rapist and murderer, he was now a cannibal.
On July 3,1976; police were doing a home to home search for a 4-year-old child. During the search, a neighbor told authorities about an encounter he had with Kroll earlier. The waste-pipe in their apartment building had blocked up; the neighbor asked Kroll if he knew what was blocking the pipe, Kroll had simply replied, “guts”. Police immediately stormed Kroll’s apartment and to their horror found the body of 4-year-old Marion Ketter. the baby had been cut up with her little hand boiling in a pot of water. The stoppage in the waste pipe turned out to be the lungs of the small victim. Kroll was taken into custody immediately.
Investigators questioned Kroll about his crimes. Exhibiting no remorse, Kroll not only confessed, in detail, to 14 murders; he began to brag about murders that the police were totally unaware of. When asked about his cannibalism of his victims, Kroll responded that he began to slice portions of meat from his victims in an effort to save money from grocery expenses.
Throughout the investigation, Joachim Kroll never denied committing any crime for which he was accused. At some point, Kroll was under the impression that if he simply admitted to his crimes he would be given an operation that would remove the homicidal urges. After the surgery, he would be cured and therefore released from prison to lead a normal life in society. In reality, he was found guilty of eight murders and one attempted murder and sentenced to nine life sentences in prison. In 1991, Joachim Kroll died of a heart attack.
5) Leonarda Cianciulli (la Saponificatrice di Correggio; Soap-Maker of Correggio) I know what you’re saying; ” a soap maker, what’s wrong with that.” First of all, if she is a topic on this blog, you KNOW she has done something really fucked up. Secondly, by her
being on this list…..do I need to say anything else? Just continue to read.
Born in Italy back in 1894, Cianciulli married a registry office clerk named Raffaele Pansardi in 1917, despite the arranged marriage put together by her parents. As a result of her blatant disregard for her parent’s wishes, Cianciulli felt that a curse had been placed upon her by her mother. Leonarda Cianciulli went on to be pregnant 17 times throughout her years of marriage. Of those 17 times, three times miscarried and ten children died in their youth. She became highly overprotective of the remaining four.
A believer of fortune tellers and soothsayers, Cianciulli had been told that in her youth that she would marry and bear children but that she would lose all of her children young. Another reader told her that in her vision she saw prison in one hand and an asylum in the other. Ironically it seemed that all prophecies concerning her were coming true as in 1927 she was arrested, charged and found guilty of fraud and sentenced to prison.
Cianciulli continued to look to supposed mediums and fortune tellers to lead her life. Ironically she had become so involved with these people, others began to look to her for spiritual insight. Neighborhood mothers began to seek guidance and insight from Cianciulli more and more thus leading her to believe her own bullshit. Giuseppe, her eldest son had gone to fight in the WWII; to protect him while he was away she believed that his safe return required human sacrifices.
Faustina Setti was an area spinster. Believing that Cianciulli could help her find a husband; she would follow Cianciulli’s commands to the letter. When told that she must go to the village of Pola and that her beloved would be waiting for her there, Setti believed her wholeheartedly. Cianciulli only had two conditions, she asked that she tell no one of her impending journey and that she write a series of letters and postcards to her family. She told her to mail them once she reached Pola, to let them know that all was well and that she had a new love. Needless to say, Faustina never made it to Pola. The say Setti was scheduled to leave she stopped at Cianciulli’s home for last minute preparations. After drinking a glass of drugged wine and passing out Cianciulli killed her with an ax.
Cianciulli used the lure of a job to snare her second victim. She informed Francesca Soavi that she had secured employment for her at a school for girls in Piacenza. Just as she instructed Settis, Cianciulli had Francesca write letters to family members to mail when she arrived at her new job. On September 5th, 1940; Francesca stopped by Cianciulli’s home to say thank you and goodbye as she prepared to leave for her new job. She too was drugged with wine and killed with an ax.
The third and last known victim of Leonarda Cianciulli was Virginia Cacioppo. Cianciulli claimed to have found work as the secretary for an impresario in Florence. As she had done with her first two victims, Cianciulli instructed Cacioppo not to tell a single person where she was going. On September 30, 1940; an anxious Virginia Cacioppo stopped by to thank Cianciulli and to bid her farewell. Just as she’d done the other victims, Cianciulli killed Ms. Cacioppo with an ax.
It would be the sister-in-law of Virginia Cacioppo who initially became suspicious of her sudden disappearance. She reported to the superintendent of police that she had last seen Virginia entering Cianciulli’s house. The superintendent opened an investigation and soon arrested Cianciulli. During questioning, Cianciulli initially denied any involvement in the murders. Investigators explained that they believed that her son, Giuseppe Pansardi, was guilty of the murders. When faced with the possibility of her son being charged, Cianciulli confessed to the murders, providing detailed accounts of what she had done. Without any signs of remorse, she gave investigators vivid accounts her crimes.
She explained that in each murder she drained the blood from the body and chopped the victims bodies into approximately nine to ten pieces. Cianciulli threw the pieces into a large pot. To dispose of her first two victims she added seven kilos of caustic soda to the pot and stirred the mixture until the pieces dissolved in a thick, dark mush that she poured into several buckets and emptied in a nearby septic tank. Cianciulli then collected the drained blood into a large pan and waited until it had coagulated. After drying the coagulated blood in the oven, she then ground it and mixed it with flour, sugar, chocolate, milk, eggs, and margarine, kneading all the ingredients together. She made tea cakes and served them to the ladies who came to visit, thereby turning unsuspecting area residents into cannibals. She and her son Giuseppe ate the cakes as well.
The way she dealt with the body of her third victim was different. She ended up in the pot just as she did the other two, but with the remains of Virginia Cacioppo, Cianciulli melted Cacioppo’s body was to make soap. She described Cacioppo’s flesh as fat and white. She boiled and melted her and added a bottle of cologne. Cianciulli made creamy soap which she molded into bars that she gave to neighbors and acquaintances. She said that the cakes that made from her blood were better and described Virginia Cacioppo jokingly as a woman that was really sweet.
Leonarda Cianciulli was found guilty of the murders in 1946 and sentenced to 30 years in prison with 3 of them to be spent in an asylum for the criminally insane. Cianciulli died of cerebral apoplexy in the women’s criminal asylum on October, 15th 1970.
It takes all kinds of people to comprise a world. We share our planet with a great many people with different backgrounds. We go through life focused on activities that affect us, totally oblivious to the activities of the people surrounding us. Oblivious, that is until our lives intersect with a person or persons that wish to and alter or at least attempt to alter our chosen path.
To live in paranoia is to live in perpetual incarceration; however, we must accept the fact that we share a world with people that may not wish us well. Though we must focus on our chosen path, we must also remain ever attentive to individuals we encounter. Think about someone you’ve met recently. How well have you gotten to know them since you’ve first met? In short; as we meet people, a decision must be made. If the individual is worth having in our lives, the individual is worth knowing thoroughly. If you aren’t willing to take the time to truly know the person, he/she is probably not worth having around at all.
We’ve taken a look at 5 cannibals and their crimes. People that were pillars of their communities. Otherwise ordinary people; right? Until next time let’s take care of each other.
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“Ich kundige,” I heard the maid scream as she grabbed her belongings and stormed out of the kitchen door. Loosely translated meaning,”I quit,” I listened quietly as she explained to Mrs. Gruber her reasons for quitting. She told her that because of Andreas’
immoralities, spirits have invaded their home to steal, kill and destroy. She was certain that ghosts inhabited the house and wanted nothing to do with the place or the occupants. It was late September and the Lord has blessed our Bavarian homesteads to be prosperous. The crops were finally beginning to come in and it was looking like we were going to have a blessed winter. She threw Andreas a piercing stare as she darted out. For months she had complained to the Grubers about hearing footsteps in the attic, objects not in their proper place around the house as well as missing food. She constantly insisted that the farm was haunted. Andreas told her that it was all in her imagination, however, that was just him attempting to keep her from snooping unnecessarily. Unbeknownst to the Grubers, the hand of God was upon them and they were to be cleansed for their sins.
The Gruber’s maid had been a member of our congregation, even longer than she had been in their employ. Having been a part of the Gruber family for years, Mrs. Gruber relied on her more and more as she gotten older. Cazilia Gruber, almost 10 years older than Andreas, was deeply saddened by her sudden departure. Their daughter, Viktoria and her daughter little Cazilia had come to live with them during the war. Her husband Karl Gabriel had been presumed dead in battle, though his body was never recovered. The years had been exceptionally kind to her, she had grown to become so beautiful. One day, while doing her daily chores the maid walked into Viktoria’s bedroom unannounced and immediately caught Andreas and his daughter engaging in carnal sin. Shocked and ashamed, the maid immediately ran from the room. I don’t recall if the maid ever actually turned Andreas into authorities, but she told others of his debaucheries. When I heard, I was instantly sickened and knew that I would soon be called to fulfill my duties as God’s loyal and righteous hand. I could not allow the anger of the Father to jeopardize what could possibly be our most bountiful crops in years. You see, through faith the Lord has commissioned me to act as the hand of God; to act as judge, jury, and executioner against the unrighteous in our flock.
At some point, Viktoria began a relationship with their half-wit neighbor, Lorenz Schlittenbauer. The daughter eventually gave birth to Josef. Unsure of the actual father of the boy, she held Schlittenbauer financially responsible for the child; and he paid handsomely. I was the spirit on the Hinterkaifeck farm the maid came to fear. Through God, I was able to move throughout the property undetected. However, many times due to my clumsiness, I thought that they were aware of my presence. I would unintentionally leave things out of their normal place, moving items and forgetting to put them back where I found them. Once I left a newspaper that Andreas didn’t read out in the common area. Once Andreas tracked my footprints in the snow on to the property, however, he would see no footprints leaving. Andreas went from house to house, asking if anyone was experiencing anything strange. Other farmers, knowing full well of the transgressions of the Grubers, simply looked and said no. The maid attributed any suspicions to the presence of spirits. permitting me to remain hidden and able view their incestuous relations first hand. Committing an abomination against the Lord of such a magnitude required great penance. It was my job to act on behalf of the Lord, lest their perverse way of life would bring down the wrath of God upon Ingolstadt as well as Schrobenhausen; quite possibly all of Bavaria.
Six months had come and gone. The spring frost was melting, preparing for the new harvest. It was time to reap what had been sown. I looked down at my mattock, as I am an extension of the hand of God, so is my mattock to me, both readily prepared to do the work of the Lord. The Grubers hired a new maid yesterday, Maria Baumgartner. Though I am not familiar with her, she too would need to be changed over to atone for her sins. I riled up the horses to get the attention of the family; anticipating that Andreas would come out first to investigate the commotion. Just as I’d hoped, Andreas Gruber walked in first. “What’s the matter fellas?” he said as he calmed the horses. Powered by the hatred of his incestuous lifestyle and strengthened by the vengeance of the Lord I eased behind him and swung my mattock, striking him upon the crown of his head. Blood spewed everywhere as he fell. For good measure, I brought the weapon down upon his head as he laid prone. Gurgling and choking on his blood he attempted to say something but could not. He laid shaking and trembling until he passed away. I pulled him by the leg to a clump of hay in the corner. I knew that at any moment, someone would be out to check on him.
Approximately 30 minutes had passed, I waited patiently receiving instructions from on high. I heard a faint voice in the distance. “Andreas,” a soft voice said. “Andreas are you in here?” The voice said from the barn entry. I recognized the voice as that of Cazilia Gruber. I readied myself for an attack. Oddly enough Mrs. Gruber came through another door and spotted me crouched, waiting for her to appear. Spotting Andreas’ body on the hay heap she screamed,”You killed my husband!” She actually lunged at me; shocked, I swung my to halt her charge. The mattock lodged deeply into her head, nearly decapitating the woman from the eyes up. Her body spun a full 360 as she fell, The pickaxe was so wholly fastened to her head that I had to use my foot to remove it from her cranium. I placed my left foot on her forehead and pulled the weapon from her lifeless body. After getting the axe out of her head blood immediately sprayed everywhere. Not trying to pull the separated portion of her head from the rest, I grabbed her by her blouse and placed her corpse on top of that of her husband. I was certain that someone had heard her and would be rushing out to check on the noise.
Quietly, I laid in wait. Surprisingly it was over an hour that I waited; then suddenly I heard the screen door of the house slam shut. Viktoria and her daughter had come out on the porch. “Papa, Mama, are you out there,” she yelled from the porch. Hesitating at first then completely stopping not making any other steps forward. Worried that this would thwart my task, my mouth suddenly opened and yelled, “Komm, ich brauche deine Hilfe.” In a voice identical to that of Andreas Gruber, the Almighty had spoken through me and told Viktoria to come, I needed her help. Hand in hand she and her daughter Cazilia skipped out to the barn. “Papa,” she said, expecting to see her father and lover. As I eased behind her she turned her head and yelled, “Mr,” and before she could spew my name from her wicked lips my mighty weapon came down upon her head with such force it disfigured her face and killed her instantly. With a swing to the side, I’d hope to catch the child with the same level of power, intending to kill her suddenly so that she might go without much suffering; such was not the case though.
The pickaxe caught the side of little girls head, about the ear area. She dropped to the ground. Writhing in pain she rolled around crying and pulling out her own hair. I stopped her moving by placing my foot on her chest and brought the mattock down on the top of her head. Finally, in peace, her facial expression changed and she quietly gave up the ghost. As I drug the mother and daughter to the pile to join the other corpses I could hear the clang of pots and pans as well as the wailing of a child in the distance. Still slick with the blood of the Grubers, I dragged my mattock as I made my way to the house.
The front door was open through the screen door shut. I made my way up the stairs and found the new maid in her room. She had no idea that I was behind her as she feverishly looked through her dresser drawers for something. Totally fixated on her search, I was able to hoist my mighty weapon and bring it down squarely upon the back of her head. She died immediately. I found the baby sleeping on a cot next to his mother’s bed. I looked at the child, not as a helpless infant but as the evil spawn of relations that should never have been. I brought my mattock down squarely upon the infant’s head. The boy opened his eyes, spit up a stream of blood then closed his eyes and passed away.
I had completed my charge and once again the wicked has fallen to the will of God. I was about to leave then I glanced into the kitchen. The maid had prepared dinner for the family and honestly, being God’s hand had left his disciple quite hungry. I ate the dinner that was prepared and fell asleep. A bitter cold had come in and the fire in the home was burning quite nicely so I spent the night, a couple nights in fact. As a gentleman, I thought it improper to leave without taking care of the basic farming chores. I fed the animals, milked the cows and tidied up the common areas before I made my way to my next destination.
Thr Gruber funeral was a sight to behold. Forgotten was their sins now called discrepancies. There was much sad singing and flower bringing as everyone recalled their most pleasant moments with the family. I was even called upon to say a word or two about Andreas and Cazilia. I spoke my peace, withholding any thoughts I held about their personal lives. The procession continued and we buried the family. Neighbors brought their best meals and a gathering was held on their farmstead afterward, (lucky I cleaned up a bit eh?)
For years people have attempted to find out what really happened here. “Experts,” have tried to find out who committed these murders and why. Over 100 suspects have been interviewed by authorities. The police tried to explain that it may have been the work of transients, vagrants, craftsmen or robbers. Laughably; some people even thought that Viktoria’s husband Karl Gabriel, though he had been killed in the war; had come from the dead and killed the Gruber’s in a jealous rage. All were mistaken and I tell you that no man will uncover the killer of these sinners. The coppers even questioned me; I simply told them that the Lord saw fit to take them. Covered in the cloak of righteousness and possessed by the spirit of the Lord I was commissioned to bring the godless infidels to justice. Hinterkaifeck was not my first cleansing and wasn’t my last.
This is not an official account of anything. I am merely implementing my skill and writing style of creative nonfiction in this post.
Sorry, it’s been so long between posts. As a matter of fact, this wasn’t even meant to be a post but it just disturbed me so much. As a youth I witnessed the birth of video games, Atari was the main home game console of the era. The first game that I recall was tennis or “Pong” as it was called way back then. Two small lines parallel to each other at opposite ends of the tv screen. The object was to bounce the ball across the screen using the two lines. The rave of the day were game rooms or arcades as they were often called. As a child, I would gather all the quarters I could, join up with friends then hit the arcade. Occasionally one of us would run short or get too involved in one game and need to borrow some change from one another. Centipede, Pacman, and Asteroids were my absolute addictions at the time. At no point during my childhood gamer career do I recall anybody being killed for their inability to return borrowed quarters; and I’m talking about real money.
Recently I read about an incident that disturbed me to the core. Why you ask; well for one, the heinousness of the crime. For two, the fact that the circumstances surrounded a particular video game; Tibia. When I first heard about this incident, I thought to myself; “Isn’t a Tibia a part of the body?” As I read, I was in utter disbelief. I just knew that this was a creepypasta or a Reddit submission. For anybody that is like me and knew nothing of the game, Tibia is a massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG). The gameplay of Tibia involves advancing levels while training to improve skill levels, hunting monsters using weapons and magical spells, gathering treasures, doing quests and exploring the Tibia world. Players interact with each other in character so they can have conversations, trades, and group battles and partake in guilds for more role-playing opportunities. No that’s not me, I stole the last two sentences from Wikipedia.
Evidently, within the confines of this game, there is the usage of some type of game currency. Money that I assume can be used to buy …… game shit, (I don’t know). Well anyway, down in sunny Blumenau, Santa Catarina, Brazil back in 2007 there lived 16-year-old Daniel Petry. As a child, Petry was a rebellious, aggressive boy who seemed to
deal with everyday situations with extreme violence. He was under psychiatric treatment, but regularly missed appointments or left his ordered therapy sessions early. Video games seemed to be one of the few things that kept him calm. In the same town lived Gabriel Kuhn. The 12-year-old Kuhn was by all accounts a decent kid that enjoyed playing the game. The two were friends that did the video game thing together. Gabriel wanted to progress in his game but he was short on game money, (not real currency) so he asked Petry if he could borrow 20,000 Tibia money from his account. Daniel agreed and transferred the funds to Gabriel’s account.
When it was time for Gabriel to return the borrowed funds, Gabriel
was unable to pay his friend back. Petry was beyond livid. Daniel stormed Gabriel’s house, finding no one home but Gabriel; Petry beat the living daylights out of the younger and smaller Kuhn. If this was the end of the story it would be fucked up; unfortunately, there’s more. He then raped/sodomized Gabriel and proceeded to strangle his friend to death. In an effort to conceal his crime; Petry attempted to hoist Kuhn’s lifeless body to the attic before anyone came home. Finding the body too heavy, Petry found a hacksaw and began cutting Gabriel’s legs off. Gabriel regained consciousness due to the pain of the amputation and screamed aloud i agony but soon passed out again from the pain; this time for good. Still unable to hide the body, Petry simply ran home. It is unclear which family member came home first and found the dismembered remains of this child.NOTE The crime scene photos are not for the faint of heart. If you click on the link, please do so knowing that what you are about to see is quite disturbing.
Some accounts have his mother coming home first, others have his brother coming home to this horror. In either case I could never begin to understand the horror and hurt that was felt when they hit the door that evening.
Daniel Petry was tried in court and after his conviction was sent to a young/juvenile offenders facility. Due to laws in Brazil regarding youths and murder he was only sentenced to three years in prison for this heinous murder.
I will save my comments and personal opinions for the next post which will be. “5 Murders Over Video Gameplay” or some shit similar to that but yal know what I’m trying to say.
It is a sad but true fact of life that child abuse and neglect exists in our world. An even darker fact is that children often comprise a great many of serial murder victims. Day after day, local and national media services report to the world circumstances surrounding some depraved act committed against a child. Our cell phones even notify us when a child has been victimized. Ironically, many of these predators are people that are considered “pillars of the community” or “stand-up citizens”.
Wayne Williams, the Atlanta child murderer, is the child of 2 career school teachers.
Growing up in the Dixie Hills neighborhood of southwest Atlanta, Williams was not impoverished. A trusted member of the community, the 23-year-old Williams was arrested on June 21, 1981, for the murders of 27-year-old Nathaniel Cater and 29-year-old Jimmy Ray Payne. Williams first became a suspect in the Atlanta Child Murders during the investigations into those murders. During the two-month trial, prosecutors matched nineteen different sources of fibers from Williams’ home and car environment; his bedspread, bathroom, gloves, clothes, carpets, dog and an unusual carpet fiber to a number of victims whose bodies had been found. Williams also failed three polygraph tests throughout the investigation. On February 27, 1982; Wayne Williams was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Another well-known case of child abuse and murder committed by a great American citizen was that of John Wayne Gacy; the Killer Clown. Gacy would perform as a “Pogo the Clown” for fundraising events, parades, and children’s parties, thereby gaining the trust of children and parents alike. The trust he established with his community led to the corpses of 33 teenage boys being found on or near his property. Between 1972 and 1978, John Wayne Gacy sexually assaulted, tortured and murdered at least 33 young men
right here in Crook, I mean Cook County, Illinois. Gacy buried 26 of his victims in the crawlspace of his home. Three other victims were buried elsewhere on his property, while the bodies of his last four known victims were discarded in the nearby Des Plaines River. The youngest of Gacy’s known victims was just 14 years old.
Child murder is not something new. As long as there have been children, there has been child murder. Gilles de Rais was born in 1405 to a life of privilege a member of the House of Montmorency-Laval. Following the deaths of his father and mother in 1415, deRais and his brother were raised by his wealthy maternal grandfather. Through family wealth, de Rais was well versed in the life of an aristocrat. As an adult, deRais married Catherine de Thouars of Brittany; a wedding arranged by his grandfather. This marriage increased deRais’ net worth substantially. From 1427 to 1435, Gilles served as a commander in the Royal Army, distinguishing himself from the troops by exhibiting awe-inspiring bravery and courage. In 1429, he
joined forces with Joan of Arc in some of the campaigns waged against the English as he was present with Joan when the Siege of Orléans ended. He commanded valiantly during the Hundred Years’ War, for which he was appointed Marshal of France. Lauded as a war hero; de Rais’ retired from military life in 1435.
It was after his military service when his life made a distinct turn for the bizarre. Fond of the theater, deRais used the last of his fortune to promote and produce a theatrical performance resulting in a flop; to term it mildly. Desperate and distraught about being in financial ruins; deRais turned to the occult for guidance. Seeking any and everyone that studied alchemy, magic and demon summoning so that he may acquire some level of riches despite what may be required of him at a later time.
Bringing his books of magic; François Prelati of Florence, answered Gilles request. The two retreated to the lower hall of his castle at Tiffauges, there they attempted to summon a demon named Barron. Prelati entertained Gilles for hours with stories of his exploits with the demon Barron, ensuring him that the demon would indeed return him to a prosperous state. After three tries and no demon, Prelati; attempting to save face and reputation, reported to Gilles that the demon, Barron was angry and required an offering of children parts for his services.
Gilles deRais’ insatiable desire to regain some semblance of his previous wealth caused him to go mad and commit the unthinkable. It is said the child murders began at Champtocé-sur-Loire, however, no records exist of his exploits. What is documented is
that after Gilles moved to Machecoul, he sodomized then killed, or ordered to be killed countless numbers of children. Gilles would have his most loyal servants procure his victims, seeking out and apprehending unaccompanied children wandering the countryside or nearby villages. Gilles preferred boys, thinking himself a connoisseur of sorts; he would have his servants go out and find the boys with the fairest skin or the sleekest, toned limbs; keeping the most handsome of the decapitated heads and kissing them with the passion of a lover. When boys weren’t available girls would serve as victims. Disgusted by the thought of vaginal intercourse, Gilles would sodomize the girls as he had done to the boys. Oh, and one more note; sodomy would come pre or post mortem.
All children taken by Gilles were decapitated, most by braquemard; but periodically he would like to mix it up, depending on his moods and appetite for torture. Sometimes he or his servants used an axe, other times they severed the head from the body with dirks, daggers, and knives. Fascinated with torture and the act of dying, Gilles would stab a child in the neck and watch as the blood streamed down the neck. Mesmerized as he watched the essence of life leave their little bodies, de Rais would masturbate on the child’s bloody belly until he ejaculated. When not seeking sexual satisfaction but just personal pleasure deRais had their bodies cruelly cut open and taking delight at the sight of their inner organs; as the children lay dying, he would sit on their stomachs and laugh as he watched them die. The child murders went on for years with the body count innumerable.
On May 15, 1440, deRais’ kidnapping of a priest from Church of Saint-Étienne-de-Mer-Morte led to the Bishop of Nantes initiating an investigation. Testimonies from the parents of many of these missing children as well as witnesses convinced the judges that there were adequate grounds for establishing the guilt of the accused. Area residents testified to children begging for food near Gilles’ castle and never being seen again. Gilles accomplices Poitou and Henriet gave testimony so graphic many attendees were forced to leave the proceedings. Due to the intensity of the inquiry deRais was compelled to confess to his child murders. The exact number of children murdered at the hand of Gilles is unknown, some number into the high hundreds. For their crimes, Gilles, Poitou, and Henriet were hung then cremated.
Crimes against children are nothing new. Here we have child rape, torture, and murder at its worst. I’ve always felt that there is a special place in hell reserved for those that harm children. Gilles deRais took the lives of 100s of children simply because he could. The fact that he got away with it for as long as he did is inconceivable. Hundreds of children disappeared from a relatively small, sparsely populated rural area. How does this happen? I know that they didn’t have the technological amenities that we have today but damn; kids come up missing, simply vanished and day to day life simply just goes on.
“Based on a true story” or “Based on actual events” are two phrases that, when added to the synopsis or plot of a production adds intrigue and peaks added interest in the mind of the viewer or reader. A few of my favorite movies bore this phrase.THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE was inspired by the life and crimes of Ed Gein.
The movie CHILD’S PLAY was based upon Robert Eugene Otto’s doll that was said to be possessed. One of my all-time favorite movies is THE HILLS HAVE EYES. Until recently I’d always assumed that the storyline and plot had simply come from the mind of Wes Craven. Imagine the amazement that I felt when I discovered that the events of this movie really happened, mind you it was some 500 years ago, but it HAPPENED.
For those that don’t do horror. THE HILLS HAVE EYES is a movie about a family of mutants that reside in the deserts of New Mexico. In the movie, it is hinted that the mutated state of this family came as a result of military weapons experiments. As the movie unfolds we soon realize that this mutant family consists of inbred cannibals that make meals out of unsuspecting travelers. For those that haven’t seen the movie I will end my description here but as I said previously, I always assumed that the movie was as fictional as a movie can get. During my nonstop search of the acts of depravity committed by mankind, I found that I had been completely mistaken with my assumptions about this movie.
It seems that some 500 years ago the Bean family lived in Scotland. According to the legend, Alexander “Sawney” Bean was born during the 1500s. His father was what we consider a landscaper in modern terminology. Young Sawney Bean wanted no parts in that manner of work. Considering himself a gentleman of leisure, he wanted a less
strenuous and more lucrative manner of bringing in an income. As a young man, he met and married a sinister woman with the same ideals and lack of morals. Together they procreated and brought forth 14 children into the world. These 14 children became devout practitioners of incest and soon the family expanded to the 48 member clan recorded in history.
As previously stated the couple, unwilling to work in the traditional capacity; raised their family with the same lack of work ethic. Needing housing, the Bean clan took residency in a coastal cave where they lived undiscovered for some twenty-five years. The cave was 200 yards deep and during high tide, the entrance was blocked by water. Needing income and food, the clan developed a plan to satisfy both sets of needs. Under the cover of night, the Bean clan would attack those that journeyed near their lair as their cave remained unseen to most. Unsuspecting travelers were ambushed by the family members and robbed. Clan members would also take their victims deep into their caves where they were killed and cannibalized. Uneaten body parts were either pickled for future use or cast into the nearby lake. It is said that their victim’s number in the thousands as people just disappeared from nearby villages and towns
Local villagers noted the disappearance of travelers but were totally unaware of an entire family living in the cave. As more and more people came up missing searches were organized but few ever noticed the cave and those that did refuse to believe that anything remotely human could live inside of it. During searches, several innocent people were taken into custody and killed in their search for justice. Innkeepers of the area often caught much of the suspicion as they were often the last people to see many of the disappeared. Though others were executed the disappearances did not stop. That was until one night, the Beans attacked a newlywed couple. Unbeknownst to the Beans, the couple rode ahead of a massive wedding party that followed the couple. As they jumped the couple they soon found that the male was a skilled fighter however the wife was fatally wounded during the melee. While attempting to subdue the groom the rest of the wedding party moved forward and witnessed the attack initiated by the Beans. Realizing that they had finally been exposed the clan hastily retreated into the cave.
3several innocent people were taken into custody and killed in their search for justice. Innkeepers of the area often caught much of the suspicion as they were often the last people to see many of the disappeared. Though others were executed the disappearances did not stop. That was until one night, the Beans attacked a newlywed couple. Unbeknownst to the Beans, the couple rode ahead of a massive wedding party that followed the couple. As they jumped the couple they soon found that the male was a skilled fighter however the wife was fatally wounded during the melee. While attempting to subdue the groom the rest of the wedding party moved forward and witnessed the attack initiated by the Beans. Realizing that they had finally been exposed the clan hastily retreated into the cave.
The king soon received a detailed report of the on-goings of the evening. Infuriated, he led a 400 member manhunt into the cave. While there they were shocked to find human remains pickled in mason jars as well as simply cast to the side of the cave interior. Shocked by what they had seen during the manhunt the whole clan was immediately taken into custody. Charged with murder and treason, the clan was executed without a trial. The men had their genitalia cut off, hands and feet severed, and were allowed to bleed to death; the women and children, after watching the men die, were burned alive.
The story of Sawney Bean is one of Scotland’s most shocking and gruesome legends. Over time it has turned into somewhat of an urban legend, a piece of folklore so to speak. The thing is that, while attempting to research and verify the existence of Alexander “Sawney” Bean, actual historical documents, such as newspapers and diaries during the era when Sawney Bean was supposedly active, make no specific mention of him or his clan. However, research did cite several instances of the disappearance of a great many people during the reign of King James VI of Scotland as well as that of James I of England. Furthermore, we do know that cannibalism was not unknown in medieval Scotland. All of these facts lead me to believe that the Bean story may have a basis of truth but the precise dating of events has become obscured over the years. Through research, I found that the Sawney Bean legend closely resembles the story of Christie-Cleek.
Christie-Cleek, whose real name was Andrew Christie, a butcher during the mid-fourteenth century. A severe famine-plagued Scotland in 1340. During this time Christie joined a group of scavengers in the foothills of the Grampians. A member of the party died of starvation; Christie wasted no time in putting his skills to work on the corpse and provided his companions with a hearty meal. Over time the group developed a taste for human flesh and under Christie’s leadership, they began to ambush unsuspecting travelers. Letting nothing go to waste the party would feed on their bodies as well as the bodies of their horses. It is alleged that before attacking, Christie’s apparent weapon of choice was a hook on a rod. Using this he would snatch his victims from their mounts and commence the attack, this implement was the “cleke” (i.e., “crook”) from which his nickname was derived. It is said that no less than thirty riders died at Christie’s hands. Eventually, the company was defeated by the king’s armed forces. Everyone was taken into custody; everyone except for Christie himself, who supposedly escaped and re-entered society under a new name. It is said the man known as Christie-Cleek died many years later, a married man and prosperous merchant.
In our society, the mere thought of cannibalism shocks us to our core, however; we are well aware of the fact that we share this world with all manner of people. History shows us that humans are capable of all manner of atrocities just as we are capable of greatness beyond measure. As I sit and actually think; is it really that big of a stretch to believe that the acts depicted in The Hills Have Eyes really happened somewhere? As I sit and read back over past posts as well as watch the local news, I really must admit to myself; no, not at all.