On Behalf of Monsters

  Serial Killers, Horror Movies, Murderbilia…..We live in a society equally repulsed by, and drawn to extreme evil, acts by humans towards other humans that most of us couldn’t even mentally contemplate, let alone commit. Is there an inherent, primal urge in man that, while the development of society has erased these urges, or at least allocated them to the deepest recesses  of our subconscious, some, whether by conscious decision or unstoppable impulse have situated at the front of their very psyche? This is a blog about those individuals who commit such acts. . . . .[WARNING!- The following content contains graphic images of actual murder crime scene photos, including, but not limited to rape, torture, dismemberment, cannibalism and/or necrophilia; If content of this type upsets, offends, or disturbs you in any way, or if you are not of appropriate age to view such content, it is STRONGLY SUGGESTED that you leave Now_YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!]. . . . This is not intended to glorify, condone, or romanticize, but for the purpose of study and documentation.

About the Blogger......

  
Some 15 or so years ago I began to collect and compile everything I could on the most horrific figures in history and the acts that they were responsible for. I had a job working security during the graveyard shift at a large Record/Book store. The book dept had a decent amount of books relating to true crime and such, and in that section I discovered a large, encyclopedia-like book entitled, ‘Hunting Humans, an encyclopedia of Modern Serial Killers’. Being as I worked long hours, sitting in the security office with nothing to do but monitor the cameras in a sometimes dead establishment, I began to peruse through the large book, only to become instantly intrigued by the graphic descriptions of the deeds of people who simply chose to kill for the sake of killing, and before we could understand anything outside the concepts of ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’, inspired worldwide tales of inhuman monsters. My fascination with the horrific goes back to when I was a small child. At age two, I can remember my mother reading me the book ‘Where The Wild Things Are’; That is my second earliest memory in life (the first being when my cousin, Kane, bit a chunk out of the side of my face as we scrambled under a bed to try and retrieve a toy car before the other could!)

 Since the age of four, my mom would let me stay up til the wee small hours of the morning, watching such classics as ‘Dracula’ and The ‘Wolfman’ and I became instantly smitten with ‘the things that go bump in the night’. Coming into my teen years in the early 80s, I can assure you that I’ve seen about 99.9% of the horror movies produced during that decade. After seeing Psycho when I was pretty young, and later Halloween when it was released, followed by Friday the 13^th,  as well as everything from the 60s on that could be given the designation ‘ slasher ’, I became obsessed with the aberrant criminal, the one who left his own significant signature, the one who, because a society without understanding of aberrant psychology could not fathom that a human being was capable, would cause their completed canvases, discovered at dawn on the sides of less-traveled roads, at the edges of misty forests, or strewn lifeless across seeping alleyways, to be blamed on supernatural monsters, i.e. ‘Vampires’ and ‘Werewolves’. . . . .And thus is the inspiration for this blog, to showcase these Picassos of Pain, the self-made, self-styled ‘Serial Killer’. . . . Monsters ARE Real.