Wednesday, September 23rd 2009

Been working really hard over the past 2 days, so I spent my afternoon online. I spent my evening doing research on serial killers.
It just occured to me that I will never become a serial-killer.
Maybe a one-time murderer, but not a serial-killer.

I'm just not smart enough. Most serial killers have very high IQs, and they're usually the gifted children who were abused in some way. They become socially awkward and frustrated, and this pushes them over the edge. They know to remove the fingers and toes of their victims so they'd be harder to identify.

Also, I wouldn't know what to do with the body if I killed somebody. My house is so small, I can't even hide a shoe without it being discovered within the week. What about the decaying factor?! Even if flies don't get to the body, it would still be decomposed by bacteria, and the stench would be undenyable. If I had a big house with a backyard, I could hide the body within the hollow walls, or under the floorboards, or in the backyard, or in someone else's backyard.
How about weighing down a corpse in the sea?!

Jeffery Dahmer was smart, he used a big drum of acid to dissolve his victims into a slush that he flushed down the toilet. He also boiled the flesh off his victims and painted their skulls to look like plastic, and displayed them in his apartment.
If I killed somebody, I'd probably be so flustered and leave traces all over the place. It wouldn't be long before they tracked me down, and a lie-detector would destroy me in a minute.

I usually resent the killers who use knives and guns in their sprees. They have it too easy. It's just "bang!" or some stabs, you know? There's no fun, no creativity. The more fascinating killers were (they're dead now) people like Jeffery Dahmer or Ed Gein or Albert Fish, even Andrei Chikatilo! They had imagination. These are a few who ate their victims, but killed with style!

Some of them were really pitiful, though. Jeffrey Dahmer's parents left him, neither one wanted to take responsibility for him in custody. He was insecure and turned to alcohol at an early age.
Eddie Gein was really attached to his mother. When his family members started dying one by one, finally ending with his mother, he was devastated. His world collapsed without her in it, and so he sought new ways to"bring her back". So, he made a "woman suit" out of human skin and wore it around the house, pretending to be female. Female like his mother.