The ones that got away
For all of our lives, we’re pretty obsessed with death.
Are we afraid of our own mortality? Or is there some morbid fascination there that leads us to turn death into an omnipresent theme, a plot of countless works of art and fiction, even a fully manifested character?
The only thing certain in this life is that we’re all going to die. But when? How? Those are the questions that fascinate us, especially after near-death experiences or encounters with those who would gleefully cut our lives short.
How many serial killers are in the world right now? Do you know a serial killer? Even if you did, how would you really know? Many of us have joked that our ex or maybe that quiet guy at the office is a secret serial killer, but that joke has got to be based in some sort of truth, right?
History has seen plenty of serial killers and mass murderers, so how do you know if you’ve ever come across one, or if you know one right now?
These people had real-life run ins with serial killers and lived to tell the tale.
This was the early 80s. I was about 13 and just getting into Dungeons and Dragons and other interests that would stunt my social life for years to come. A renaissance fair rolled into town and billed a “real unicorn” as one of its attractions. I was disappointed to find the unicorn was a poor goat with a cow horn grafted to its forehead.
The goats owners were a trio of hippies, two women and a balding white guy with a beard. I remember getting a sinister vibe off the guy.
Decades later, I’m reading an article about Charles Ng and Leonard Lake, pardners in serial killing.
Turns out, Lake used to run a goat-unicorn hustle at renaissance fairs. Guess a guy who tortured and killed up to 25 people had no problem mutilating a goat. (Tone_Milazzo)
The Man Next Door
A serial killer lived in the street behind my aunts house. Us kids went to a party next door to his house. We’d all seen the guy. Seemed like a harmless old man. A bit scary but harmless.
Then the police dug up his patio and found the bodies of two young women buried underneath. He’d also killed some women up north. That was an odd time. (MythicalDisneyBitch)
Damn. Did you ever speak to him? (miaaachu)
Nope. He never stopped to talk to our parents and us kids didn’t really have an interest in talking to a scary old man. (MythicalDisneyBitch)
The Pig Farmer Killer
Willie Pickton ran a fundraiser BBQ for a Scout Troop I was a part of. He brought all the pork and everything which we served up.
Funny enough though, I had food poisoning the day earlier and wasn’t feeling well still so I didn’t have anything at the BBQ. Good thing too, because some time later people found out the guy fed his murder victims to his pigs. (FatalKoala)