Ted the Troller

Heidnik served as a medic in the Army for 14 months before being honorably discharged with a medical disability. His official diagnosis was “schizoid personality disorder."

Heidnik used a matrimonial service to meet his future wife, who he corresponded with by mail for two years before proposing to her. Betty arrived from the Philippines in September 1985 and married Heidnik in Maryland on October 3, 1985. The marriage rapidly deteriorated and she found Heidnik in bed with three other women and forced her to have sex with them. He beat and raped her until she left him three months later. A child was conceived from their brief marriage. In 1976, Heidnik was charged with aggravated assault and carrying an unlicensed pistol after shooting the tenant of a house he offered for rent, grazing his face.

Heidnik signed his girlfriend’s mentally retarded sister out of a mental institution on day leave and kept her prisoner in a locked storage room in his basement in 1978. After she was found and returned to the hospital, examination revealed that she had been raped and sodomized. Heidnik was arrested and charged with kidnapping, rape, unlawful restraint, false imprisonment, involuntary deviant sexual intercourse and interfering with the custody of a committed person.

The case went to trial in November 1978; he was found guilty and sentenced to three to seven years jail. The original sentence was overturned on appeal and Heidnik spent three years of his incarceration in mental institutions prior to being released in April 1983 under the supervision of a state sanctioned mental health program.

After his wife Betty left him in 1986, Heidnik was arrested yet again and charged with assault, indecent assault, spousal rape and involuntary deviant sexual intercourse. The charges were later dismissed when Betty failed to appear for the preliminary hearing.Beginning in November 1986, Heidnik abducted six women and held them in the basement of his house in Philadelphia. The captives were sexually abused, beaten and tortured in front of each other, and forced to beat each other with a shovel so that they wouldn’t gang up on him. He used electric shock as a form of torture; one victim was electrocuted when she was bound in chains, thrown into a hole that had been dug in the floor (usually reverved as a form of isolation punishment), and house current was applied to the chains. Heidnik dismembered her body, ground it in a food processor and mixed it with dog food, which he then fed to the surviving victims. He had a problem dealing with the arms and legs, so he put them in a freezer and marked them “dog food." He cooked her ribs in an oven and boiled her head in a pot on the stove.

Several weeks later, another of the women died of a combination of starvation, excess torture and and untreated fever.

Heidnik would torture and sexually abuse the women individually or in groups. He dug a four-foot-deep pit that he would throw a “misbehaving" victim in. The pit would then be covered with plywood and heavy weights. The victims were also encouraged to inform on each other in return for better conditions.

One of the kidnapped women escaped on March 24, 1987. She had convinced Heidnik to let her go out, promising to bring back another captive for him, but instead she went straight to the authorities who secured a search warrant. Heidnik was arrested. At his arraignment, Heidnik claimed that the women were already in the house when he moved in.

During his trial, Heidnik repeatedly denied all allegations of mistreatment of his captives, and claimed that Sandra Lindsay was killed by the other captives for being a lesbian. Before his execution, Heidnik reportedly went on a tirade, claiming that he wanted to be executed because the execution of an innocent man would stop the death penalty in America.

The emotional and physical abuse took its toll on the Clark children. One of his brothers, Bradfield, murdered his girlfriend, cut her into pieces, then cooked and ate part of her breasts. When he sobered up he confessed his crimes to police.

His other brother, Geoff, was convicted of spousal abuse and his sister, Alison, ran away from home when she was a teen and later denounced her family.

Hadden Clark showed common psychopathic tendencies during his childhood years. He was a bully who seemed to enjoy hurting other kids and also found pleasure in torturing and killing animals.

After leaving home, Clark attended the Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, New York, where he trained and graduated as a chef. The credentials helped him gain employment at top restaurants, hotels and on cruise liners, but his jobs would not last due to his erratic behavior.

After going through 14 different jobs between 1974 and 1982, Clark joined the U.S. Navy as a cook, but apparently his shipmates did not like his propensity to wearing women’s underwear and on occasion would beat him. He received a medical discharge after being diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic.

After leaving the Navy, Clark went to live with his brother Geoff in Silver Springs, Maryland, but was asked to leave after he was caught masturbating in front of Geoff’s young children.

While packing up his belongings, six-year-old neighbor, Michelle Dorr, came by looking for his niece. No one was home, but Clark told the young girl his niece was in her bedroom and followed her into the house where he butchered her with a knife and cannibalized her, then buried her body in a shallow grave in a near-by park. The child’s father was the key suspect in her disappearance.

In 1992, Clark was working as a part-time gardener for Penny Houghteling in Bethesda, Maryland. When Laura Houghteling, Penny’s daughter, returned home from college, Clark resented the competition it created for Penny’s attention. As a result, he murdered her and buried her in a shallow grave near a campsite where he was living.

He was arrested within days of the murder and received a 30 year prison sentence after pleading guilty to second degree murder.

Noah Crooks, 14 years old, tried to rape his mom, Gretchen Crooks, before shooting her dead for taking away his Call Of Duty.

Stayner claimed after his arrest that he had fantasized about murdering women since the age of seven. Stayner’s family life was traumatic; his younger brother, Steven, was kidnapped by child molester Kenneth Parnell in 1972 and held captive for more than seven years before escaping and being reunited with his family. Stayner would later say he felt neglected as his parents grieved over the loss of Steven.

When Steven escaped and returned home in 1980, he received massive media attention (a true crime novel and TV movie were made about the ordeal), further embittering his older brother. Steven died in a motorcycle accident in 1989. The following year, Cary Stayner’s uncle, with whom he was living at the time, was murdered. Cary attempted suicide in 1991 and was arrested in 1997 for possession of marijuana and methamphetamine, although the charges were eventually dropped.

In 1997, he was hired as a handyman at Cedar Lodge in Yosemite, where, between February and July 1999, he murdered four women. He was initially questioned when his first three victims were found, but he was not seriously considered as a suspect. When the fourth body was found in July, however, he was questioned again and arrested after a search warrant because his truck yielded evidence linking him to the victim. He eventually confessed to all four murders.

One of the bizarre details that came out during interviews with the cab driver who transported Stayner, the psychological examiners, and law enforcement personnel is how Stayner used Bigfoot to trick his fourth victim into talking to him. According to Stayner, he has seen Bigfoot in Yosemite, and told the ranger he was searching for Bigfoot. Cryptozoologist Loren Coleman writes of these odd turn of events in his book BIGFOOT!: The True Story of Apes in America (NY: Paraview Pocket-Simon and Schuster, 2003, ISBN 0-7434-6975-5), and has since had communications from Stayner from San Quentin.

Stayner pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity, his lawyers citing a family history of sexual abuse and mental illness, manifesting itself not only in the murders but also in Stayner’s admitted pedophilia (he at one point requested child pornography in return for his confession) and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He was nevertheless found sane and convicted of four counts of first degree murder by a jury in 2001. In 2002, during the penalty phase of his trial, he was sentenced to death. An appeal is pending.

John George Haigh (July 24, 1909 — August 10, 1949), the “Acid Bath Murderer”, was a serial killer in England during the 1940s. He was convicted of the murders of six people, although he claimed to have killed a total of nine, dissolving their bodies in sulphuric acid before forging papers in order to sell their possessions and collect substantial sums of money. He acted under the mistaken belief that police needed a body before they could bring a charge of murder. As a consequence, he was convicted through forensic evidence and executed on August 10, 1949.

After hiring rooms in Glouster Road, London, he bumped into an old wealthy boss William McSwann in the Goat pub in Kensington. McSwann introduced Haigh to his parents, Donald and Amy, who mentioned that they had invested in property. On 6 September, 1944, McSwann disappeared. Haigh later said he hit him over the head after luring him into a basement at 79 Gloucester Road, London SW7. He then put McSwann’s body into a 40-gallon drum and tipped sulphuric acid on to it. Two days later he returned to find the body had become sludge, which he poured down a manhole.

He told McSwann’s parents their son had fled to Scotland to avoid being called up for military service. Haigh then took over McSwann’s and when Don and Amy become curious about why their son had not returned after the war was coming to an end, he murdered them too. On July 2, 1945, he lured them to Gloucester Road and disposed of them.

Detectives soon discovered Haigh’s record of theft and fraud and searched the workshop. Police not only found Haigh’s attaché case containing a dry cleaner’s receipt for Mrs Durand-Deacon’s coat, but also papers referring to the Hendersons and McSwanns. Further investigation of the sludge at the workshop by the pathologist Keith Simpson revealed three human gallstones.

Born in 1952, Larry Eyler became known as the “Highway Killer” after some of his victims were found alongside highways. In his early 30′s Eyler started picking up men under the guise of consensual sex, with a bit of bondage thrown in. Once he got the victims to a secluded area and handcuffed them, Eyler would brutally beat the victim, and then kill them. Most of his victims were found disemboweled, with their pants pulled down.

The transcript of a tape Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo made which was played in court:

The first scene had been taped in the basement recreation room of the Homolka house not long after Tammy Lyn’s (Karla’s sister) death. Karla Homolka was on her back, lying on a rug before the fireplace, naked, her legs spread wide apart while she masturbated for the camera, which was positioned a few feet away, at about knee level, and pointed directly at her vagina. Gasps of surprise and disgust, perhaps even shock, along with plenty of embarrassed giggles, could be heard throughout the courtroom as the camera lingered on Homolka’s exposed body for several minutes while she stimulated herself. To many in the courtroom, showing that particular video seemed an amazing way for the Crown to treat the woman who was scheduled to be their chief witness. For the previous two years, ever since her arrest, Homolka’s face had been almost as well know as the prime minister’s. She had been seen on television in footage taken at her wedding, with her friends, and at her trial. There had been countless photographs of her in newspapers and magazines around the world. But few people in the courtroom that day were expecting to see a triple-X-rated tape, a close study of the country’s most infamous woman in a variety of sexually explicit positions. The prosecutors, though, had their reasons for showing the video. On it, she and Bernardo talked about the death of Tammy Lyn. Although Bernardo’s trial for her death might well follow his trial for first-degree murder, the Crown wanted to present evidence on Tammy’s death as part of its general picture of the relationship between the two. Homolka’s dialogue on the tape, Houlahan had said in his opening address, had been scripted by Bernardo. That is, Bernardo had told her what to say when she was on camera, and if she didn’t obey him, she was punished with a beating. But what the court saw was a seemingly relaxed Homolka pulling down her husband’s pants, fondling his penis, which she called Snuggles, and then performing fellatio during most of the tape, stopping every now and then to talk about what had happeded to her dead sister. “I loved it when you fucked my little sister,” Homolka said to Bernardo, who was lying on his back beside the roaring hearth, moaning softly while she rubbed his penis. “I loved it when you fucked Tammy. I loved it when you took her virginity. You’re the king. I love licking your ass, Paul. I’ll bet Tammy would have loved to lick your ass. I loved it when you put Snuggles up her ass.” Bernardo could be seen reaching for his drink while Homolka continued to fondle his penis. She did it for several minutes, but he never climaxed. He took a sip from his drink, glancing at the back of her head while she worked on him, and asked about her thoughts on the night Tammy died. “How did you feel?” “I felt proud. I felt happy,” she replied. “What else?” “I felt horny. It’s my mission in life to make you feel good.” “This is why I’m gonna marry her,” Bernardo said, looking at the camera and holding up his drink while Homolka continued performing fellatio.

“I’m glad you made me lick her cunt,” Homolka continued, after pausing to take a break from the oral sex. “Are you a fully fledged dyke?” Bernardo asked, a reference to Homolka having sex with her sister. “No, I’m not.” “You were having sex with your little sister.” “That was different. It was my little sister,” she replied, stroking his penis. “Love in the family,” Bernardo said. “Do you believe in that concept?” “You know I had fun doing it,” Homolka said. “You know I liked it.” “What did it teach you?” “Well… we like little girls, I like you to fuck them. If you’re gonna fuck them, then I’m gonna lick them. All the little girls.” “What age should they be?” “Thirteen.” “Why?” “Because it will make you happy.” “But why 13?” “That’s a good age.” “Because why?” he persisted. “Because they’ll still be virgins.” “What are you saying?” Bernardo asked, looking down at Homolka’s head. She stopped to look up at him. “I’m saying I think you should fuck them and take their virginity. Break their hymens with Snuffles. They’re all our children, and I think you should make them ours even more.” “You’re right,” Bernardo said. “You’re absolutely right. That’s a good idea. When did you come up with it?” “Just now,” she replied. She resumed the oral sex for a while longer, then stopped and told Bernardo she had a surprise for him. She walked past the camera to her bedroom, beside the rec room, came back with a paper bag a few minutes later, and sat down beside Bernardo. Inside the bag was a brassiere and a pair of panties. “It’s Tammy’s,” she said, handing him the bra. He smelled it while she began stroking his penis with the underwear, before resuming the fellatio. A few minutes later, when he still hadn’t reached a climax, she stopped and continued talking about her dead sister. “I want to rub Tammy’s underwear all over your body,” she said, and did so. “It will make you feel so good. I’m so glad you took her virginity, Paul. I wish we had four kids, Paul.” “Yes?” “So you could fuck each one of them. How does the king like that?” she asked, stroking his penis rapidly with her sister’s underwear. “Yeah,” he replied, in obvious pleasure. She continued for serveral minutes, but when he never climaxed, she said, “I think the king should turn over.” He did as he was instructed. “Okay,” he said. “Because his little slave has some more things to say and do.” Bernardo rolled off his back and got down on his hands and knees while Homoka positioned herself behind him. Then she probed with one hand for his anus and began licking it while she stroked his penis with her other hand. She did this for several minutes, and he moaned in pleasure, at times calling her his “little asslicker.” When he failed to reach a climax, they changed positions yet again. Bernardo lay on his back again and rested his hands behind his head. Homolka took a long-stemmed rose from a nearby vase and dragged it slowly across his chest, and then up and down his errect penis. “You know what we’re gonna do with this?” she asked, holding up the rose. “We’re gonna take this to Tammy’s tomorrow, and put it on her grave.” “Why?” “Because it will give you pleasure. You loved her. She loved you. You were her favorite, you know. The things that you did, you know I loved it. The way you fucked her in what, 60 seconds? She loved it. She loved it.” “Your titties are bigger than hers.” “I know.” “And they taste better,” he said. “When Tammy was alive, what did you used to do?” “You made me lick it,” she replied, resuming the oral sex, “and suck it. And now I’m doing it on my own because I loved it, Paul. I loved everything you did with her. She was our little playtoy.” “And we both loved her so much.” “Yes,” Homolka agreed, fondling his penis again. “Our little virgin. She loved us.” “What else?” “I didn’t give you my virginity, so I gave you Tammy’s instead. I loved you enough to do that.” Homolka then talked about another time Bernardo had brought a young girl home and had sex with her in the basement of her parents’ house while she watched. “You fucked her,” Homolka said, “with this.” She gazed at his penis, tenderly stroking it. “You fucked her cunt,” she said. “She sucked you. She sucked Snuffles. She put it in her mouth, like this.” After more minutes of oral sex with no climax, she continued: “You put her on her knees. You fucked her. And I let you do that because I love you, because you’re the king.” She rubbed his penis for several moments before saying, “I want you to do it again.” “When?” “This summer, because the weather is too bad in the winter. If we can do that then it’s good.”

Dorothea Puente was a was a sweet-looking, grandmotherly woman who ran a boarding house in Sacramento, California and also she was a serial killer.

Puente began the business in 1980, renting out the top floor of the home, but she was sent to prison for three years for drugging her elderly tenants and stealing checks from them. Those who complained were killed and buried in her yard.

She was back in business by 1985, renting the entire house and offering rooms to elderly and disabled residents, some of whom she met while cruising bars in the area.

The case broke open in 1988, after social worker Judy Moise finally convinced police something was wrong at the boardinghouse. Moise, who worked for Volunteers of America, had referred Alvaro “Bert” Montoya, a 51-year-old mentally impaired homeless man, to stay at the boardinghouse, where Puente was known for lavishing her tenants with gifts and homecooked meals.