Jasmine Cruz vanished in Deep Water, West Virginia on April 1st, 2016. The then-30-year-old woman left her mother's home on Boonesboro Road after an argument. Jasmine never returned and has never been seen or heard from again.
Certain reports state that Jasmine was last seen running into the woods near the water. Other initial reports state that she left the home and headed towards Montgomery. It's unclear if anyone saw Jasmine after leaving her mother's residence. Jasmine's family contacted Fayette County authorities after she did not return home. However, the sheriff's office initially did not feel Jasmine was in any danger.
In fact, on April 12th, 2016 - 12 days after Jasmine's disappearance - Sheriff Steve Kessler shared information about Jasmine on the family's behalf but stated that investigators were not searching for the missing woman. The report on Kessler's announcement states, "the Sheriff's Office is not actively searching for Cruz. She has not committed any crimes, and even if deputies located her, they could not force her to return home against her will. Cruz’s mother is concerned for her daughter’s safety, however, and has asked for the assistance of the public in helping attempt to locate her daughter."
A month after Jasmine's disappearance, investigators changed their tune. During May 2016, police reportedly received a tip that Jasmine may have been a victim of foul play. It appears that investigators followed up on this tip, but it is unknown if anything substantial was found. Searches in the area from where Jasmine vanished ended unsuccessfully.
Since then, years have passed without any updates in Jasmine's case. She remains missing today. If you have any information that could help solve Jasmine's disappearance, please submit a tip.
At 1:15 p.m. on July 16, 2011, Tyler Hadley, a 17-year-old living in Port St. Lucie, Florida, posted a status on Facebook: “party at my crib tonight…maybe.”
There was only one problem. Hadley’s parents were home. And since they’d recently grounded Hadley for drinking and drug use, they weren’t about to let their teenage son throw a party. Some friends knew this and were incredulous. When one asked if it was really happening, Hadley wrote back, “dk man im workin on it.”
But by 8:15 p.m., the party was on. Tyler posted again on his wall to confirm: “party at my house hmu.” When one of his friends asked, “what if your parents come home?” Hadley responded, “they won’t. trust me.”
That’s because Hadley had just murdered both his parents. When he posted on Facebook, their bodies were barely cold. And the high schooler wanted to throw a party at the crime scene.
Before inviting 60 people to his house for a party, Tyler Hadley calmly killed both his parents.
Blake and Mary-Jo Hadley had worried about their son for years. They’d taken Tyler to a psychiatrist and turned to a substance abuse program for help. Nothing worked. So when Tyler drove home drunk one night, Mary-Jo took away his car and phone as punishment.
Tyler fumed. He told his best friend Michael Mandell that he wanted to kill his mom. Mandell brushed off the statement as something an angry teenager would say. He never thought Tyler would go through with it.
But on July 16, Tyler made a plan. First, he took his parents’ phones. That way, they couldn’t call for help. Then he took some ecstasy around 5 p.m. Tyler worried he couldn’t go through with his plan sober.
Hadley found a hammer in the garage. While Mary-Jo sat at the computer, Tyler stared at the back of her head for five minutes. Then, he swung the hammer.
Mary-Jo turned and screamed, “Why?”
Blake, hearing the screams, ran into the room. Blake echoed his wife’s question. Tyler shouted back, “Why the fuck not?” Then Tyler beat his father to death.
After killing his parents, Tyler Hadley dragged their bodies into their bedroom. He cleaned up the crime scene, tossing bloody towels and Clorox wipes onto the bed. Finally, he invited his friends over for a party.
Tyler Hadley put out the call to come party shortly after he’d cleaned up the crime scene — right around sunset. By midnight, more than 60 people had shown up to Tyler Hadley’s house. None of them knew that the dead bodies of Hadley’s parents were in the other room.
High schoolers played beer pong in the kitchen, rubbed cigarettes into the walls, and urinated on the neighbor’s lawn.
At first, Hadley tried to stop the teens from smoking inside, but eventually, he relented. As he explained, his parents were in Orlando. Then Hadley changed his story about his parents. “They don’t live here,” he told a partygoer. “This is my house.”
Later in the night, Hadley pulled aside his best friend, Michael Mandell. “Mike, I killed my parents,” Hadley said. In disbelief, Mandell responded, “No you didn’t, Tyler. Shut up. What are you talking about?”
Hadley insisted they were dead. “Look at the driveway,” he told Mandell, “all the cars are there. My parents aren’t in Orlando. I killed my parents.”
Mandell thought it must be a prank. Then Hadley led his friend to the bedroom where he’d stashed the bodies.
“The party’s going on over here, and I turn the doorknob,” Mandell remembers. “I looked down, and I [saw] his father’s leg against the door.” Mandell suddenly realized his friend was telling the truth.
Mandell didn’t leave the party right away. In shock, he took a selfie with Hadley, figuring it would be the last time he would see his friend.
Then, Mandell left the party and called Crime Stoppers to report the murders.Michael Mandell left an anonymous tip with Crime Stoppers at 4:24 a.m. on July 17, 2011. He said that Tyler Hadley had murdered both his parents using a hammer.
Police rushed to the Hadley house. When they arrived, the party was still going on, and Hadley claimed his parents were out of town and refused to let police in the house. But they made an emergency entrance despite Hadley’s protests.
“Tyler appeared nervous, frantic, and very talkative while speaking to the officers,” according to the arrest affidavit.
The police found beer bottles all over the house. Unrolled cigars littered the floor, and the furniture had been tossed around. They also found dried blood on the walls.
When police forced open the bedroom door, they found dining chairs and a coffee table tossed on the bed. Under the furniture, they discovered the body of Blake Hadley. Nearby, they found Mary-Jo’s body.
Police arrested Tyler Hadley for murder. Three years later, a court sentenced Hadley to life in prison.
If the police hadn’t shown up, Hadley had considered taking his life. He had a stash of Percocet pills hidden in his room.
But for the time being, whether it was the ecstasy, the party, or the murder, he was feeling good. He even posted one last time on his wall at 4:40 a.m., right as police were on their way to his house: “party at my house again hmu.”
William Suff (1984-1993) aka "the Riverside Prostitute Killer" or "The Lake Elsinore Killer" was a 41-year old government stock clerk from Riverside County, California who liked to impersonate police officers, write books, drive fancy cars, and do community service work.
His neighbors described him as "a friendly nerd who was always doing things to help people".
He had, however, spent some time in prison during the 1970s in Texas for, along with his wife, beating their 2-month-old daughter to death.
In the orange groves of Riverside County, he dumped the bodies of 13 victims, all prostitutes, and authorities suspected he may have been responsible for as many as 22 deaths in the local area. He would cruise around red light districts in a van and then knife his victims to death. A traffic stop and forensic evidence obtained from inside his van resulted in conviction for 2 of the murders, and in 1995, he was sentenced to death.
He subsequently raped, stabbed, strangled, and sometimes mutilated 12 or more prostitutes in Riverside County, beginning in 1986. On January 9, 1992, Suff was arrested after a routine traffic stop.
Described as a mild-mannered loner, Suff worked as a county stock clerk who allegedly delivered supplies to the task force investigating his killing spree. He liked to impersonate police officers and cooked chili at office picnics.
In fact, it was alleged that he used the breast of one of his victims in his chili, which won the "Riverside County Employee Chili Cookoff." He was also working on a book about wild, lethal dogs. He enjoyed vanity plates and was an avid volunteer in the county's car-pooling program.
After the trial, the prosecutor told the foreman and four other members of the jury that they suspected Suff used the breast of one of his victims in his prize winning chili, although this was a rumor that was never verified. What is true is that this stable Jekyl-and-Hyde type offender stumped some of the nation's best crime analysts at RCSO. At one point, his job required delivering furniture to the serial killer task force investigating his crimes.
In 1997, his friend and solicitor Brian Lane released, "Cat and Mouse: Mind Games with a Serial Killer," a book containing Bill's writings, poetry, and some of his award-wining recipes. Bill also appeared on the Geraldo Rivera show from Death Row in San Quentin as part of the book's promotion.
A photograph of Rosemary Kennedy before her father forced her to have a lobotomy at the age of 23. The lobotomy went wrong and left her paralyzed and unable to speak. Her father then placed her in a mental institute where she remained until she passed away at the age of 86. After the surgery, her family, including JFK, never spoke of her again.
Gein was born on August 27, 1906, into an unhappy family: his father George was a drunk and usually unemployed and frequently physically abused him and his older brother, Henry. Their mother, Augusta Gein (née Lehrke), was a religious fanatic who also abused Gein and Henry and taught them that all women, herself excluded, were prostitutes and instruments of the devil. Though she despised George, their religious belief prevented them from considering the possibility of divorce. She prompted the family to move to the small town of Plainfield, Wisconsin, in order to keep her sons away from any outside influences. Throughout his upbringing, Gein was kept at the farm, only being allowed to leave to go to school, where he was frequently bullied by his classmates. Augusta also scolded Gein whenever he tried to make friends. Despite this social isolation, he did fairly well at school, especially at reading. Even when the Gein brothers were in their teens, they were kept at the farm, having only each other for company. When George died of a heart attack in 1940, they took a number of odd jobs in the town to support their living. As Henry matured, he came to reject his mother’s view of the world and became worried about Gein’s close attachment to her, often speaking ill about her in front of him. In 1944, a bushfire came close to the farm and Gein and Henry went over to put it out. After the fire was put out, Henry was found dead with blunt-force trauma, with no signs of him having been burned by the fire. Though some investigators suspected that Gein had killed him, the coroner listed the cause of death as asphyxiation and no charges were pressed.
After that, Gein lived alone with Augusta, who died on December 29, 1945, after a series of strokes. Remaining on the farm and making a living through various odd jobs, Gein boarded up the rooms that had been used by her, including the upstairs, the downstairs parlor and living room. He lived in a small room next to the kitchen and began reading death-cult magazines and adventure stories. Over the following years, Gein would visit cemeteries, dig up freshly-buried middle-aged women, and take them to his farm. Eventually, he began targeting living women in hopes of preserving the skins longer. In the middle of November 1957, local investigators linked him to his second known murder victim, store owner Bernice Worden, through a sales slip. When they searched his property, they found Worden in a shed, shot dead, decapitated, and gutted the same way a hunter would cut open a deer post-mortem. In the house, they also found:
A shoebox containing female genitalia
A belt made of nipples
A vest made out of women’s breasts
A human heart in a paper bag
Tops of human skulls used as bowls
A human head
A suit made of human skin
Human skin covering several armchairs
Human organs in the refrigerator
Whole human bones and fragments
Gein was arrested and, during questioning, he confessed to killing Mary Hogan, a tavern operator who had gone missing in December 1954, and adding her body parts to his collection. He had been a suspect when she disappeared, but there was no hard evidence incriminating him and the local police never visited his home. He was charged with the murder of Bernice Worden, the other murder having been left out due to prohibitive costs, and pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. He was found mentally unfit to stand trial until 1968 when he was tried for the murder and found guilty. He was then sent to another mental institution, where he remained until he died of respiratory and heart failure caused by long-term cancer on July 26, 1984. While he was there, Gein was a model patient and often read, engaged in occupational therapy, took an interest in ham radio, and was never violent or troublesome. On March 20, 1958, Gein’s old house was burned to the ground. When he heard about it, he just shrugged and said: “Just as well”.
As Gein claimed to have been in a daze-like state whenever he went grave robbing or killed his victims, the details of his murders are a bit vague, but it has been established that he killed both his victims by shooting them with a .22 rifle, after which their remains were made part of his macabre collection. The women he dug up or killed were middle-aged women who resembled his mother. During his grave-robbing days, he would find potential targets through the obituaries of the newspaper.
After his arrest, Gein was diagnosed as having been a schizophrenic as well as a sexual psychopath. His mental illness stemmed from his love-hate relationship towards women, which later turned into a full-scale psychosis. After his mother’s death, Gein had decided that he wanted to become a woman. The bodies he collected were meant to be used as components for a “woman suit”. Gein was a necrophiliac as body parts excited him sexually, though he denied ever actually having sex with the bodies on the grounds that they “smelled too bad”.
Ted Bundy had a very generic face structure, which means that even the slightest change in his face such as a haircut or facial hair could make him look like an entirely different person. It's actually kinda nuts to me how different he looks in some of these.
Edward Theodore Gein — most notoriously known as Ed Gein— died of respiratory failure in July 1984 at the Mendota Mental Health Institute in Wisconsin, USA. Despite almost 40 years passing since his death, he is still referenced to this day as one of the most heinous killers to have ever lived.
Gein has become immortalised in film, inspiring a number of murderous antagonists within the horror genre: Norman Bates in Psycho, Leatherface in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, and Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs, to name a few. Gein’s portrayal in these movies has contributed more to his dehumanisation; the characters he inspired are inherently monstrous and evil, devoid of empathy and existing solely to cause suffering to those they victimise.
However, like all other adult human beings, Ed Gein was once a child. Although often overlooked, there was once a period of innocence in the lives of even the most abhorrent criminals, where time was spent developing and learning about the world around them. It is both interesting and important to explore these early years in order to uncover any events or experiences which might have caused a derailment in normal behaviour and instead paved a path of crime and bloodshed.
This post provides a more detailed insight into the childhood and upbringing of a man who inspired multiple on-screen killers, particularly the infatuation he had with his controlling mother.
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An insight into the childhood and upbringing of a man who inspired multiple on-screen killers.
The door of the Holy Trinity Church in Blythburgh, England, boasts the proposed claw marks of Black Shuck. On August 4th, 1577, the Hellhound burst through the door of the church during a thunderstorm, interrupting the congregation in their meeting. Records state that two people, a man and a boy, were killed by the beast and the steeple of the church collapsed. The marks were made when Black Shuck left the church after the attack.
Today I bring forward a fairly aggressive urban legend from Maryland. This particular goatman doesn't seem to have a nickname in comparison to the other two.
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