Given upcoming Halloween and horror movies (and inspired by the other murder thread), I feel this is an appropriate time for this thread.
Anybody ever head a close-call or creepy real-life interaction with a killer?
Anybody around Milwaukee in the late '80s/early '90s during the Dahmer year who met him or know somebody who had? Or back in the '70s in the Gacy years? (Shudder)
Yep, I did. No doubt about it.
I know someone that was stalked done a dark street in San Francisco in the 80's. He crossed the street and the man crossed the street, too. He told the man to get away, but he kept walking closer. My acquaintance pulled out a pistol and repeated himself, then the man turned around and crossed to the other side of the street. The next day he saw a description of a killer which matched the man that was following him.
I met a black dude in Mpls. Bookstore years ago and we cruised each other so I asked him back to my place. He was hesitant and told me why . Years before he lived in Milwaukee and remembers a good looking blonde guy cruising him at the bar. He almost went home with him but something came up( friends had other plans or some other distraction). That blonde guy ended up being Jeffrey.. This poor guy was visibly shaken and on the verge of tears telling me this. I gave him a hug and told him good luck and to be careful out there. I also told him he may be safer sticking with other black guys seeing as how most serial killers back then were white males. He got a chuckle out of it and we had a very heated make out session/grinding right there in the bookstore.
I also knew another guy who had met Andrew cuhnanan(sp?). At a bar and was setting up a three way with the guy he ended up killing here in mpls. This guy ended up somehow not going thru with the three way. When this guy heard the news of the killing, he vomited. Could have been him too.
There was a killer in Kansas City who was robbing convenience stores and small businesses. He killed at each robbery. The police were advising to do anything to get away rather than being cooperative, which is usually recommended.
I had spent Sunday with my Dad's cousins. They were older, I barely knew them, was bored silly and wanted out of there.
I started making my exit and my hostess detained me for over an hour with mindless chit chat at the door. I kept thinking about getting a coke at the near by convenience store.
When I passed that store it had been hit by the robber and people were killed.
Something caused her to hold me up, had she not, I would have been at that store when it was hit.
Not me, but my mother dated the Boston Strangler in high school.
She had even worst taste in men than I do.
Not me, but in the days of Myra Hindley my grandma (who would have been in her teens at the time) dated the best friend of David Smith (Myra's brother in law/ the chief witness in the case). She met Myra's sister but never Myra herself.
Used to see John Gotti outside my door almost every day. Boehner very much like him.
A former co-worker claims she was followed by Ted Bundy. He grabbed another girl from her high school instead.
Was on a hijacked bus and witnessed a murder at the age of 8, riding alone. I think he just went wacko and wasn't a serial killer.
Was living at UC Santa Cruz where I used to go hiking in the forest -- until David Carpenter aka The Trailside Killer committed murders there. Posters warning us not to hike unless we were together in large groups were all over campus.
Someone whose name I don't even wish to remember stabbed to death my downstairs neighbor. I heard the commotion and called the cops, but there was no answer at the door when the police arrived. They couldn't just break the door down so they left. He was discovered the next day by the bulding super. He was already wanted for killing his parents. I saw the ransacked apartment and dead body. Blood was everywhere. We moved out of that building two weeks later. My partner and I found out he was arrested while watching an episode of "America's Most Wanted" a few months later. They showed a news clip including shots of my partner and I in the crowd of police and other neighbors. The news media showed up before the coroner did.
Very creepy, R9.
Someone here once posted about bring cruised by Jeffrey Dahmer. A show about him happened to be on tv the other day and I thought about that. From memory, the poster was very creeped out and didn't provide details.
I didn't watch much if the documentary but there was one interesting fact - the famous striped shirt that Dahmer was wearing at his hearing belonged to the son if the lead detective. The detective asked his son if he had any spare clothes and the boy donated jeans and that blue and white striped shirt, saying it had been given to him for Xmas and he'd never wear it. From memory, a lot of mileage was gotten from how preppy the shirt made Dahmer look .., and if wasn't even his and he tried to return it after the hearing.
"brushes with serial killers"
sounds like a painting class...taught by Damien Hirst.
Did anyone have a brush with the Candyman in Houston in the 70s?
I work on Capitol Hill, so yes! Of course I have!
I believe I ran into Ted Kaczynski in a used book store next to a Top Hat pizza. I went up to him and starting jabbering like an idiot because he was wearing a t-shirt from my college dorm. I mean he was disheveled and older, and looked a little worse for the wear, and possibly homeless and infested with bugs. But life can be hard on people - I don't judge. When I found out he was from the same original area, I started rattling of names of people we might know in common (no I didn't know his name at this point). He acted like a scared rabbit and literally ran away from me to his old VW bus.
Anyway, so once he was in the bus I expected him to peel out but he didn't. He just sat there. I started to feel a little creepy. So I went to my car and just sat there for a minute. Then I thought, well maybe he's not used to talking to people, so I got out of my car and started walking towards his bus, and that's when he fired her up and got out of there.
I was in Minneapolis. I had just been to the Gay 90s and I was walking back to the bridge when I saw a white Cadillac with someone inside sitting in a parking lot. I cruised the guy and got in. Well, he was hugely fat, but I'm not picky so I started rubbing his leg and he started saying stuff like all gay people were evil and should be killed, so I told him he was sick and got out of the car. I always wondered if he was that terrible minister whose wife became an antigay activist after he gave her AIDS.
I ran into a dude in a Chicago gay bar who had been accused of murder in a notorious unsolved murder in my hometown, in his view because he was gay. He started crying. Anyway, I comforted him and went back to his apartment with him. After we did the deed, I got up to go and he suddenly threw a huge angry temper tantrum, "Nobody ever stays the night" and became mildly threatening. So I booked out of there as quickly as possible.
I knew a guy who was questioned in the Richard Speck murders (eight nurses in Chicago - 1966). No reason except that he was a hippy sort in the neighborhood at the time.
Anyway, anyone who has met a medical doctor has probably met a serial killer.
My mother was chatted-up by Peter Manuel, an American-Scottish serial killer...
Fortunately, she thought he was a bit creepy.
Weird that you should mention Peter Manuel R22 - I was talking with an old neighbor a few days ago when back visiting, he was telling stories about the old days back in Scotland and he said he'd worked on a building site with a serial killer by the name of Peter Manuel when he was a teenage boy. He said the guy had been considered creepy and something of a psycho among the crew.
he also talked about Bible John who seemed to be a psycho-about-town round about the same time.
So now I have a tenuous brush with a serial killer.
A friend of my mom's waited on Patricia Krenwinkel at a store in Mobile, Alabama, where her mother lived and where Charlie Manson told her to go right after the murders. My mom's friend described her as polite and soft-spoken.
I ate lunch with Dawn DeFeo every day in my senior year of HS. She was BFF with my friend's younger sister.
My mother knew Jeff McDonald's parents and knew their kids. She didn't like them.
My uncle went to HS with Jeff McDonald and was shocked about the killings. My uncle was very poor and Jeff was BMOC in HS and my uncle admired him greatly.
My sister's best friend in the 1970s was close friends with a woman who was murdered in her home. A homeless drug addict who'd been kicked out by his parents was living in the woods behind her house. Cops found later that he often looked in the windows and watched her. One day she was doing laundry in her basement and was blasting the Rolling Stones on her stereo. He got inside the house, murdered her in the basement and raped her dead body. Her son found her when he came home from school.
My husband knows a woman who is the daughter of a man who stabbed his wife to death. The mother tried to get to a neighbor's house but died before getting there. The daughter was about 2 years old and was found clinging to her mother's body on the lawn. She is all kinds of messed up.
My husband is in mental health care and has had many patients who were touched by violence. An older couple whose son was murdered by his ex-girlfriend's brother; a couple whose daughter became a drug addict/prostitute and disappeared at about age 20 and was never seen or heard from again. I can't remember the rest but he's been in the field for 30 years and he's seen a lot of people whose family members were murdered. It's more common than you think.
I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
My lover at the time worked with Jeremy Weinberger. Very cute kid, shy. Never went out with the boys after work. They finally persuaded him to go with them to the bars one night, when he met Dahmer. My lover saw Dahmer from across the bar but didn't meet him.
So sad, R27.
I blew Richard Speck. Does that count?
I worked right down the street from Gacy's house, and I could see the trucks going in and out of his street while they were tearing the house down.
I also worked with a girl who lived across the street and a few doors down from him, and when she was in high school she used to babysit in his house while he was off doing, well we all know what he was doing.
I written about this before, but she never suspected anything, although he would always insist on walking her home. What was odd was that he would walk her straight out the front door and across the street before turning towards her house, even though it was much shorter to cut across his driveway. Obviously in hindsight he didn't want her anywhere near his truck.
My boyfriend (of 20 years) and I have an interesting common fact. Before we met, he dated Richard W. Rogers, the "last call" killer. Obviously, my bf survived.
Totally separately, I used to hang out at The Five Oaks, and knew Michael Sakara (one of the victims) very well. I was there the night he was killed, saw Rogers at the bar, and was questioned by the police as being a one of the last people to speak with Sakara.
Later, when Rogers was identified as the killer, my bf & I had a moment of shock, compared notes, and realized what a small world it was.
I've posted this before but believe I saw Dahmer when I was a college student in Milwaukee. After he was arrested and his picture was on the news several of us thought we recognized him as a guy who used to hang around the bus stop near campus.
A Seattle friend of mine actually got into a car with Ted Bundy in the 70s. She was a teenage girl who wore her long brown hair parted in the middle. Hitchhiking. She realized there was no door handle on the passenger door of his VW bug as she got in and so she said "thanks anyway."
I was in intensive care for a suicide attempt at OSU Hospital in 1983 when the halls there were being stalked by a serial killer. It turned out to be a doctor. I forget his name but it was a huge deal at the time. Ironically, I would have appreciated his intervention.
R36, why did you bump a thread that had a reply only six minutes old?
I was murdered by Jack the Ripper. Bloody Hell, it was.
My brother was gay and lived in Milwaukee in the late 80's and early 90s. He remembers seeing him a lot at a seedy bar next to the Phoenix - now it's called Club 219. Can't remember the name.
He said that there was something always off about him, but he met him several times.
In reality, he was a relatively attractive man. But if you met him, there was something not quite right.
With my forgiving nature and slutty ass, I would have been dinner for sure.
I slept with Andrew Cunanan. He shot his load in me. Creepy, yet charming.
I was cruised/harassed by Jeffery Dalhmer in Milwaukee.
It was my first time in a gay bar. I was already scared and frightened and Jeffery Dalhmer was sitting next to me at the bar. He went into a tirade about how I must think I was too good to talk to him. I was just too frightened to talk to anyone. I still don't like to go to bars.
Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.
r35 Michael Swango?
Randy Woodfield - the I-5 killer. My partner came upon him on the freeqay. He was maniacally pursuing another car that was desperately trying to get away. Somehow it stopped up traffic behind them. People got out and watched as he was severely hassling a woman (the one he'd been pursuing). I think he was either trying to get her out of her car, or get her into his car. My partner, not knowing of course that this was a serial killer, got out and started yelling at the guy to get away from her. My partner is small and the killer is large, but for whatever reason, he gave up the pursuit and drove off. It wasn't long after that he was in the papers as the I-5 killer and my partner realized he'd confronted him.
I might have clearer details for you tomorrow when my partner is awake and I can ask him.
Anyone almost end up going with Herb Baumeister out to Foxhall Farm outside Indianapolis?
I'm still amazed that I wasn't a victim of this serial rapist / murderer. I was quite the party guy in those days, but I guess our paths just never crossed, FORTUNATELY for me. The part that just shakes me to the core is that he got off on torturing his victims for days before killing them - I just cannot imagine the terror and pain they suffered at his depraved hands. The buzz is that there are many more victims, just unknown to authorities - Florida is LOADED with drifters and they are easy targets for such foul play because there is usually no one to report them missing, or even try to find them after years and years.
When I was a boy, I shook the hand of Dick Cheney when he was Secretary of Defense.
"My partner came upon him on the freeqay."
Dahmer's apartment was located about 20 blocks from my home in upscale Wauwatosa, WI. I wouldn't be caught dead in those trashy bars where he was a regular. No pun intended.
Was in the car with all three of the Houston serial killers, Dean Corll, David Brooks and Wayne Henley. Obviously it was before it was finally discovered that they were killing teen boys in the Heights area. I am female.
Went to school with David and Wayne. The bastards delivered a few school friends and acquaintances to Dean for their torture and deaths. Unforgivable.
While riding in the car I clearly remember Wayne handing a half-finished beer to Dean and telling Dean to "kill it" more than once. Obviously it was an "inside joke" to them.
Have other incidents too but won't bore you with it.
Suffice to say had I been male.....well....you get the picture.
A friend went to school with a loser who is currently serving time for murdering a series of women in Rochester. He saved a seat for her on the schoolbus every day!
My mother was....Bessie Denker
I never knew her personally, but Stephanie Gach, who attended my alma mater while I was in grad school, was murdered by Alabama serial killer Jack Trawick in 1992. He was executed in 2009, but in the interim he taunted her mother from death row, and a "fan" of his created a website for him where he gloated about his crimes.
R45, just saw the documentary on the Fox Hollow Farm - unbelievably creepy. Anybody been around those parts?
Unrelated: In 1968-69, my aunt lived in a bungalow near the Hollywood hills that was "creepy-crawled." She'd awaken to re-arranged furniture; window blinds pulled up that had been left closed at night. But she was also scatter-brained and liked to hit the pills and the bottle, so when she told my mom about it, my mom just thought she was "imagining." It wasn't until years later, in the mid-70s when "Helter Skelter" was published, that they both put it together that the Manson family may have paid her a few visits while she was sleeping.
There are approx. 30 - 50 active serial killers in the U.S. at any time.
There's a guy who HAS to be gay who is on all the ghost shows. He built a house into the hillside near the Sharon Tate house site. He swears up and down his house is haunted, even though it's not even on the same property as where the murders happened. He gives off a really creepy vibe, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a killer, personally. I get the impression that he digs being associated with the murders even slightly, and is a fame whore generally.
I was in high school. I woke up one night with a man in a trench coat standing above me. I gasped and he disappeared. I thought I was dreaming so I just went back to sleep. Later that morning, my sister (who got up early every morning to do her hair and make-up) was blow drying her hair and thought she saw a man with a trench coat run by the bathroom door. She looked and saw nothing so closed the door and got ready. On the way to school, we told each other about our experiences and freaked out. I was telling a friend after school and a lady overheard us. The woman told me that police had warned her neighborhood of a man that was breaking into houses and walking around while people were asleep.
A few weeks later, a woman was stabbed to death in the 10 minutes between the time she put her children to bed and her husband got home. Then a girl my age was brutally stabbed to death as she closed the furniture store where she worked.
It took many years, but they caught and executed the man that did it. He had been a frequent customer at the restaurant my sister worked at as a waitress. A few years ago, I was reading a newspaper story about the investigation leading to his arrest and conviction (it took many years because a key piece of evidence was misplaced). The article profiled the killer - who was known to police...because he was suspected of breaking into houses, hiding, and walking around while people were asleep.
R59 That is the so creepy.
Not a [italic]serial[/italic] killer, but rather a one-timer AFAIK, Andrew Crispo was the first guy who fucked me. He was absolutely gorgeous and he had the biggest dick in NY, circa 1975. He was a rather dominant fellow, but hadn't yet gotten into the drugs and whips that later became his trademark.
About 15 years ago I was at a party in Palm Springs. The topic of discussion turned to "who had the most horrible ex-boyfriend."
Everyone had a tale to tell, and then this one guy said "I used to date John Wayne Gacy." Shock and awe and hush.
He'd met Gacy at a bar downtown and they went back to Gacy's house and had sex in the garage. This continued for a few months, with the wife in the house cooking dinner or doing the dishes.
This was before the murders began, at least according to him.
We were all stunned, mouths agape, when someone shouted YOU WIN!
Since you are all HIV infested, that means all of you are serial killers.
My former partner's mother went to the University of WA in Seattle. This was early 70's. She went out with Ted Bundy several times, prior to his spree. She was (and still is) model-attractive, a true beauty. She describes him as "one of the most charismatic and charming men" she's ever met, but said he was a little too enthusiastic and wanted a serious relationship right off the bat.
I'd say she dodged a bullet. Or worse.
R65 again here. Not a brush, but I was a kid when the BTK guy was on the loose in Wichita. We lived a half hour outside town, and I remember my parents and all the parents in the neighborhood sitting out on their porches in the evenings, keeping an eye on us and each other (not as in, they were suspicious of each other, but taking care of each other.) We were used to biking/running all over the neighborhood but our parents told us "not to go out of sight" and gave us strict boundaries, but never said why. Parents took us to school and picked us up--we were never alone. I remember feeling scared and it was the first time in my life I somehow knew there were Very Bad People out there. A few months later, my brother and I saw a breaking news story about BTK and he'd just killed a family not far from us. Then we understood what was going on, and we slept next to our parents' bed for years.