Robert John Maudsley - Robert Maudsley was born in Liverpool in 1953, one of 12 children of a violent father. He spent his early years in an orphanage run by nuns. As a teenager, he moved to London and became a rent boy to pay for his drug addiction. In 1974, he attacked a laborer who had picked him up for sex, stabbing him, smashing him over the head with a hammer and garroting him. He explained that he had become angry when the man showed him pictures of children he had sexually abused.
Maudsley was given a life sentence and sent to Broadmoor hospital for the criminally insane. There, in February 1977, he and another prisoner, David Cheeseman, dragged convicted pedophile David Francis into a room on their ward, barricaded the door, tied him up with flex from a record played and held him hostage. For 10 hours, staff listened to his screams as he was tortured. Eventually the pair came out, holding the garroted corpse above their heads as a trophy.Â
Following this Maudsley was sent to Wakefeild Prison, in Yorkshire, where despite high security, Prisoner 467637âs killing spree continued. In July 1978, Maudsley fashioned a knife from a soup spoon and waited for sex offender Salney Darwood to enter his cell. Maudsley plunged the knife into his back and head, then expertly garroted him. He stuffed the body under a bunk and went in search of another victim.
Next to die was William Roberts, who was lying face down on his bunk. Maudsley stabbed him then smashed his head against the wall. He is then said to have used his homemade knife to prise open the skull âlike a boiled eggâ to scoop out the brains. Afterward, Maudsley strolled up to the officer in charge and said: 'Thereâll be two short on the roll call.â
The incident earned Maudsley the media nickname 'Hannibal the Cannibalâ, although his fellow inmates referred to him simply as 'Spoonsâ. Deemed too dangerous for a normal cell, he was placed in solitary confinement in a purpose-built Perspex cage with cardboard furniture and concrete bench bed beneath Wakefeild Prisonâs F-Wing. Over the next quarter century, he allowed his hair to grow long and his fingernails to 'look more like a vultureâs talonsâ, according to one newspaper report.Â
Maudsley, who enjoys poetry, classical music and art and has a genius-level IQ, once described his life in his 10ft (3m) square cell as 'like being buried alive in a coffinâ. He wrote: 'I am left to stagnate; vegetate; and to regress; left to confront my solitary head-on, with people who have eyes, but donât see, ears but donât hear, mouths but donât speak; consequently I too am left with no voice, nowhere to turn to but inward.'Â
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