The 50 Craziest Serial Killers
Blake Talbot© Copyright 2023 Blake Talbot
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Anthony ArkwrightRobert BerdellaDavid BerkowitzPeter BryanSharon Carr Richard ChaseAndrei ChikatiloThe Cumminsville RipperJeffrey DahmerZachary DavisKarl DenkeJoanna DennehyKenneth ErskineLarry EylerJames FairweatherEd GeinDaniel GonzalezLizzie HallidayAnthony HardyFritz HaarmannDonald Harvey John Paul KnowlesRandy Kraft Joachim Kroll Bruce George Peter LeePedro LópezMichael LupoPatrick MackayGuadalupe Martínez de BejaranoIvan MilatTsutomu MiyazakiPeter Moore Herbert Mullin The Murders of ArdenwaldDennis NilsenAnatoly OnoprienkoRichard RamirezRobert PicktonTamara SamsonovaThe Santa Rosa Hitchhiker KillerMichael SwangoJohn SweeneyThe Thames Torso KillerJohn ThompsonThe Tool Box KillersJane ToppanSean Vincent GillisFred WestYang XinhaiYoo Young-chulANTHONY ARKWRIGHT Anthony
Arkwright was born in Wath upon Dearne, West Riding of Yorkshire, in
1967. He was more of a spree killer than a serial killer but his crimes
were brutal and terrifying and there is no doubt he would have killed
many more times if he hadn't been caught. Arkwright was pretty
disturbed from a young age. He had a lot of convictions for petty crime
and was very anti-social. He wasn't someone you'd want to live next
door to. When it comes to crazy killers, Arkwright was straight out of
central casting. He had mad sinister eyes and jagged teeth. He looked
completely insane. According to people who knew him, Arkwright
had always boasted that he would be a famous killer one day. He wanted
to be like Jack the Ripper or Peter Sutcliffe. The horror began on
Friday the 26th of August 1988. Arkwright was fired from his job at a
local scrapyard and went to a pub to drown his sorrows. Arkwright
decided he was going to kill his grandfather Stanislav Puidokas - whom
he'd always hated. Arkwright tracked down Puidokas to his allotment in
the afternoon and stabbed him in the neck. He then smashed the old
man's head in with a hammer after dragging the body to a shed. He then
killed his grandfather's 73-year-old housekeeper Elsa Kronadaite by
hitting her in the head with an axe. He robbed the house of money and
valuables before he left. The next day, in the early hours,
Arkwright entered the house of his neighbour Raymond Ford wearing
nothing but a devil mask. Ford was an ex-teacher who Arkwright loathed.
Arkwright had made life a misery for Ford by stealing from him.
Arkwright stabbed Raymond Ford around 250 times. There were stab wounds
on every part of his body. Anthony Arkwright then disembowelled Ford
and left his internal organs and entrails draped around the room. Amazingly,
Arkwright was then visited by the police (after he'd washed the blood
off obviously) in relation to robbing Raymond Ford earlier in the week.
The police obviously had no idea that Arkwright had just killed Ford.
Arkwright was told he had to appear in court next week and then let go.
In the early hours of Sunday, Arkwright decided to kill again. This
time the victim was a 25 year-old neighbour named Marcus Law. Law was
in a wheelchair at the time because of a motorbike accident. Arkwright
was angry at Law because Law had borrowed some cigarettes off him but
never returned the favour. Arkwright stabbed Law hundreds of
times and gouged his eyes out. The following morning, Arkwright bumped
into Law's mother and laughed as he said that Marcus had killed
himself. Law's mother then made the awful discovery when she went in
the house. Anthony Arkwright was swiftly arrested on suspicion of
murdering Marcus Law. After questioning Arkwright the police went to
the home of Raymond Ford and found a crime scene so gruesome that even
veteran detectives were shocked and shaken. Arkwright claimed he had
killed five people but the fifth murder was fictitious. It was simply
something he made up to add more to his tally. Anthony
Arkwright was deemed insane at first but then the authorities decided
he was acting and he was judged fit to stand trial. In 1989 he pled
guilty and was sentenced to life in prison. Anthony Arkwright seemed to
relish his crimes and was delighted to think that he was now an
infamous killer who would be as famous as Peter Sutcliffe or Dennis
Nilsen. On that front though he was to be disappointed. Although he was
one of the most brutal and gruesome killers ever to come from Britain
he never really became that famous. In fact, a lot of people today have
probably never heard of Anthony Arkwright. Detective Inspector
Bob Meek of South Yorkshire Police said of Arkwright - "From the day we
brought him in for the Marcus Law murder to the day he was jailed,
Arkwright seemed genuinely proud of what he had done. He expected
everyone to revere him, to be fascinated by him. He was a messed up
kid, desperate for attention. In his defected mind he chose murder to
get the attention he craved. He’s the most dangerous person I ever met
in 25 years on the job – he should never get out."ROBERT BERDELLA Robert
Andrew Berdella was born in 1949, in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. Berdella was
a serial killer who restrained, tortured, and killed at least six men
from 1984 to 1987 in Kansas City, Missouri. He was known as The Kansas
City Butcher. Berdella was said to be rather aloof and detached as a
child. He had a brother who he always felt overshadowed by because his
brother was athletic and good at sport while he wasn't. Berdella was
quite dumpy and wore thick glasses. Berdella deduced he was
gay from a very young age but he struggled to come to terms with his
sexuality and didn't admit to it for a long time. As a teenager he even
had a few girlfriends in an attempt to disguise his real self. His
father died when he was a relatively young man and this is said to have
made him even more aloof and withdrawn. Berdella didn't like the fact
that his mother then remarried. Berdella's hobbies were collecting
stamps, strange art, and antiques. In the early eighties he used his
collection to start a business. Berdella ran a booth at a market called
Bob’s Bizarre Bizarre which sold oddities and antiques. It is sometimes
suggested that he might sold some of the skulls of his victims at this
booth. Berdella studied art at college but dropped out in the
end. During this period he was busted on drugs charges a few times. One
of the drugs he used was the mind altering LSD. Despite this, Berdella
seemed - on the outside - to be doing quite well. He was popular in the
community in which he lived and, in addition to the business he
started, got work as a chef. Berdella seemed to befriend a lot of
runaways and male prostitutes. He claimed to be a sort of mentor to
them and said he was helping them with drug addictions. The police
later deduced that Berdella wasn't quite so generous as he claimed in
his relationships with these young men. They believe he was exploiting
them for sex. By now, Berdella was pretty open about his sexuality and
most people he knew were aware that he was gay.Berdella
murdered for the first time in 1984. His victims were all young men
that he had gained the trust of and then isolated. The murders were
very sadistic - even for a serial killer. Berdella would drug and
restrain the victims and then basically torture them for as long as
they could survive. The victims were raped, cut, given electric shocks,
and he would even inject them with cleaning fluids in the neck so they
couldn't scream. Berdella would often the break the bones of the
victims' hands with an iron bar so that they couldn't put up a
struggle. Berdella claimed to have been influenced by the 1965
film The Collector (which adapted a novel by John Fowles) - where an
alienated young man is obsessed by a female student and makes her a
captive in his cellar. He wanted his victims to become compliant and
trust him. However, most of them died from torture long before they got
anywhere near this stage. Berdella's disturbing activities came to an
end in 1988 when a male prostitute named Christopher Bryson, after days
of torture, managed to escape from Berdella's home and run across the
street (in a dog collar). He found some police and told them what had
happened. The badly injured Bryson was taken to hospital and
the police eventually obtained permission to search Berdella's home.
They found that he had an elaborate torture room but the worst was yet
to come. They also found human skulls and a human head. There was a
chainsaw covered in human blood and various body parts. The police also
found photographs Berdella had taken of his victims in various stages
of torture. Berdella had also written detailed diaries of his torture
methods. Berdella was sentenced to life imprisonment without
the possibility of parole. He had to do a plea bargain to avoid the
death penalty. This involved a full confession in order to help
identify all of his victims. Berdella was the worst sort of serial
killer in that he was more interested in torture than death. He would
keep his victims alive as long as he could before he killed them or
they died. Berdella never seemed to express much remorse for
his terrible crimes. When he was in prison he complained that the
authorities withheld his medication for high blood pressure. He died of
a heart attack in 1992 at the age of 43. It's safe to say that no one
had much sympathy when they heard he had died. When the judge at
Berdella's trial heard the killer had died in prison, he is reported to
have smiled and said - "Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."DAVID BERKOWITZDavid
Berkowitz was born on June the 1st, 1953, in Brooklyn. He would become
better known as Son of Sam - a serial killer who plunged New York into
terror in 1976/77 with random shootings. Berkowitz was troubled from a
young age and always had a reputation for being eccentric. When his
adoptive mother died and his adoptive father moved away without him,
Berkowitz was left with a tremendous sense of alienation. Like many
serial killers, Berkowitz was always the ultimate outsider.In
1971, Berkowitz joined the armed forces and became an expert marksman.
After 3 years of service (during which time he was stationed in South
Korea), he moved back to New York but found that the people he used to
know there had all moved on with their lives and scattered. The
isolated Berkowitz felt lonely and disconnected from life now that he
was home again. He also found out around this time that his biological
mother was still alive and so was eager to get to know her. However,
she was indifferent to Berkowitz and didn't seem very keen to get to
know him. This all served to make Berkowitz feel even more detached
from life. He felt rejected and unwanted.At Christmas, 1975,
Berkowitz followed two women in the street while carrying a hunting
knife and stabbed them multiple times. They managed to survive but were
not able to recall what their attacker had looked like. This was a
lucky break for Berkowitz but a tragic break for New York. Berkowitz
was about to make life in the city a misery for its most nervous
inhabitants. After obtaining a .44 caliber gun, Berkowitz began an
indiscriminate and heartless killing spree.The first shooting
occurred in July 1976. Two teenagers named Donna Lauria and Jody
Valenti were sitting in their car in the Pelham Bay area of the Bronx.
Berkowitz approached with his gun in a paper bag and fired off shots
into the car. Lauria was killed instantly but Valenti managed to
somehow survive (a bullet hit her in the thigh). The random nature of
these attacks was what made them so frightening. Anyone in the area who
lingered in a stationary car at night was - unwittingly - taking a huge
risk. In October there was another similar incident in
Flushing, Queens. Carl Denaro, 20, and Rosemary Keenan, 18, were
sitting in their car when they became aware that someone was shooting
at them. They managed to start the car and escape but not before Denaro
had suffered a head wound which later required a metal plate to be
placed on his skull. Rosemary Keenan's father was a police detective so
this case quickly became an important one for the police to solve. It
seems though that the police did automatically make a connection
between this incident and the first shooting. In November,
Donna DeMasi, 16, and Joanne Lomino, 18, were walking home in
Bellerose, Queens, when Berkowitz struck again. He approached them
asking for directions but then produced a gun and fired multiple shots
at them. DeMasi was shot in the neck and survived. Lomino also survived
but was left a paraplegic from her injuries. In March, 1977,
Columbia University student Virginia Voskerichian, 19, was shot dead by
Berkowitz as she walked home. There were eyewitness accounts of a man
fleeing the scene in panic. The man (who was obviously Berkowitz) was
described as looking like a 'chubby teenager'. On April 17, 1977,
Alexander Esau, 20, and Valentina Suriani, 18, were shot dead in their
car in the early hours while in the Bronx. Media interest in the case
was high by this point. The police had connected the shootings by now
and deduced that the same gun was used in these killings.Berkowitz
left a letter near his last murder for the police to find. He referred
to himself as the 'Son of Sam' - a name that quickly became common in
the media. The name came from the dog of a neighbour of Berkowitz named
Sam. Berkowitz believed the dog contained a demon which was instructing
him to carry out the murders. In his letter to the police (addressed to
NYPD Captain Joseph Borrelli), Berkowitz said...'I am deeply
hurt by your calling me a wemen hater. I am not. But I am a monster. I
am the "Son of Sam." I am a little "brat". When father Sam gets drunk
he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up to the back
of the house. Other times he locks me in the garage. Sam loves to drink
blood. "Go out and kill" commands father Sam. Behind our house some
rest. Mostly young—raped and slaughtered—their blood drained—just bones
now. Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic, too. I can't get out but I
look out the attic window and watch the world go by. I feel like an
outsider. I am on a different wave length then everybody
else—programmed too kill. However, to stop me you must kill me.
Attention all police: Shoot me first—shoot to kill or else. Keep out of
my way or you will die! Papa Sam is old now. He needs some blood to
preserve his youth. He has had too many heart attacks. Too many heart
attacks. "Ugh, me hoot it urts sonny boy." I miss my pretty princess
most of all. She's resting in our ladies house but I'll see her soon. I
am the "Monster"—"Beelzebub"—the "Chubby Behemouth." I love to hunt.
Prowling the streets looking for fair game—tasty meat. The wemon of
Queens are z prettyist of all. I must be the water they drink. I live
for the hunt—my life. Blood for papa. Mr. Borrelli, sir, I dont want to
kill anymore no sir, no more but I must, "honour thy father." I want to
make love to the world. I love people. I don't belong on Earth. Return
me to yahoos. To the people of Queens, I love you. And I wa want to
wish all of you a happy Easter. May God bless you in this life and in
the next and for now I say goodbye and goodnight. Police—Let me haunt
you with these words; I'll be back! I'll be back! To be interrpreted
as—bang, bang, bang, bank, bang—ugh!! Yours in murder Mr. Monster.'Daily
News columnist Jimmy Breslin was also to received a letter from someone
purporting to be the Son of Sam killer responsible for these awful
killings. 'Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C. which are filled
with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood. Hello from the
sewers of N.Y.C. which swallow up these delicacies when they are washed
away by the sweeper trucks. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of
N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed in the
dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks. J.B., I'm
just dropping you a line to let you know that I appreciate your
interest in those recent and horrendous .44 killings. I also want to
tell you that I read your column daily and I find it quite informative.
Tell me Jim, what will you have for July twenty-ninth? You can forget
about me if you like because I don't care for publicity. However you
must not forget Donna Lauria and you cannot let the people forget her
either. She was a very, very sweet girl but Sam's a thirsty lad and he
won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood. Mr. Breslin,
sir, don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a while
that I went to sleep. No, rather, I am still here. Like a spirit
roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest; anxious to
please Sam. I love my work. Now, the void has been filled. Perhaps we
shall meet face to face someday or perhaps I will be blown away by cops
with smoking .38's. Whatever, if I shall be fortunate enough to meet
you I will tell you all about Sam if you like and I will introduce you
to him. His name is "Sam the terrible." Not knowing what the future
holds I shall say farewell and I will see you at the next job. Or
should I say you will see my handiwork at the next job? Remember Ms.
Lauria. Thank you. In their blood and from the gutter "Sam's creation"
.44 Here are some names to help you along. Forward them to the
inspector for use by N.C.I.C: [sic] "The Duke of Death" "The Wicked
King Wicker" "The Twenty Two Disciples of Hell" "John 'Wheaties' –
Rapist and Suffocator of Young Girls. PS: Please inform all the
detectives working the slaying to remain. P.S: [sic] JB, Please inform
all the detectives working the case that I wish them the best of luck.
"Keep 'em digging, drive on, think positive, get off your butts, knock
on coffins, etc." Upon my capture I promise to buy all the guys working
the case a new pair of shoes if I can get up the money. Son of Sam.'In
June 1977, Sal Lupo, 20, and Judy Placido, 17, left the Elephas
discotheque in Bayside, Queens, and were sitting in their car when a
man fired three gunshots into the vehicle. The victims survived but
were left with very bad wounds. Eyewitness accounts spoke of a dark
haired man who was seen running away. On July 31, 1977, Stacy Moskowitz
and Robert Violante, both 20, were in Violante's car, which was parked
near a city park in the neighborhood of Bath Beach. A man approached
and fired four rounds at them. Violante lost one of his eyes and
Moskowitz died.The net closed around Berkowitz when a woman
named Cacilia Davis told the police of an incident where she had become
suspicious of a man who had been watching her in Yonkers while she
walked her dog. She had fled from the area but the man fired off a few
shots in her direction as she was escaping. The police listed every car
that had been ticketed in the area that night and one of the vehicles
was a Ford Galaxie belonging to Berkowitz. The police decided
to have a look at Berkowitz's car and found a rifle, ammunition, maps
of areas where the shootings had taken place, and a threatening letter
addressed to Inspector Timothy Dowd. The police detained Berkowitz when
he came out to his car. Next to him was a .44-caliber Bulldog revolver
in a brown paper bag. This was the gun that the police had identified
as the weapon used in the shootings. When they searched Berkowitz's
apartment, they found it covered in Satanic graffiti.Berkowitz
was deemed sane to stand trial. He confessed and pled guilty to all
charges. On June 12, 1978, Berkowitz was sentenced to 25-years-to-life
in prison for each murder, to be served consecutively. In 1979, he
survived a serious prison attack when his neck was slashed. These days,
Berkowitz is an evangelical Christian and prefers to be called the 'Son
of Hope'. He has written a book and has a website run by supporters
outside prison. You will find the following apology by Berkowitz on his website...'As
I have communicated many times throughout the years, I am deeply sorry
for the pain, suffering and sorrow I have brought upon the victims of
my crimes. I grieve for those who are wounded, and for the family
members of those who lost a loved one because of my selfish actions. I
regret what I've done and I'm haunted by it. Not a day goes by that I
do not think about the suffering I have brought to so many. Likewise I
cannot even comprehend all the grief and pain they live with now. And
these individuals have every right to be angry with me, too.
Nevertheless, I apologize for the crimes I committed. My continual
prayer is that, as much as is possible, these hurting individuals can
go on with their lives. In addition, I am not writing this apology for
pity or sympathy. I simply believe that such an apology is the right
thing to do. And, by the grace of God, I hope to do my very best to
make amends whenever and wherever possible, both to society, and to my
victims.'Berkowitz's apologies were rather too late. The damage
had been done. It was all scant consolation for the victims and the
surviving relatives of the victims. Berkowitz will be remembered not
for his religious ramblings and apologetic website but for the brutal
and violent murders he carried out on the streets of New York as a
young man. PETER BRYANWhen
it comes to British cannibal killers, the most notorious example (at
least in modern times) is probably a man named Peter Bryan. Peter Bryan
was a killer who murdered three people in England from 1993 to 2004.
When he was captured by the police in 2004, Bryan was cooking parts of
a victim's brain in a frying pan. "I ate his brains with butter," Bryan
told the police. "It was really nice." Bryan was completely insane. He
was sent to Broadmoor Hospital - where he later killed another inmate
because he said he wanted to eat more human flesh. The frightening
thing about Peter Bryan (and there were obviously MANY frightening
things about this man) is that Bryan had the ability to make people
think that he was completely rehabilitated and posed no threat. Friends
of Bryan and staff who treated him didn't seem to detect any danger
about him at all - which turned out to be a very big and tragic
miscalculation. When it comes to serial killers this is sometimes
called the Mask of Sanity.Bryan was born in London in 1969. He
was the youngest of seven children. He attended Shaftesbury Junior
School in Forest Gate, before attending Trinity Secondary School in
Canning Town. Bryan is believed to have left school when he was about
fifteen. He had various casual jobs including a stint working on a
clothes stall at a market. It is believed he also worked in a soup
kitchen for a brief period. The warning signs about Bryan first became
apparent when he was eighteen years-old and was involved in a fracas
after trying to throw another resident in his London tower block out of
a sixth floor window. Thankfully, Bryan was not successful in this and
the resident managed to avoid what almost certainly would have been a
fatal fall. Though the police were called out for this
incident they took no action against Bryan and he seemed to escape with
not much more than a slap on the wrist and a warning to behave himself
in the future and not attempt to throw any more neighbours out of his
tower block. The victim who had narrowly avoided being throw from the
sixth floor said the attack on him by Bryan was completely unprovoked.
Hindsight is obviously a wonderful thing but from what later transpired
it is obvious that the authorities should have kept a closer watch on
Peter Bryan. He was plainly a dangerous and disturbed young man with
the capacity to cause someone serious harm. Peter Bryan
committed his first murder in 1993 when he was 23 years-old. At this
time Bryan had recently (and briefly) worked in clothes shop on the
Kings Road but lost his job when he was caught stealing some clothes.
Bryan had apparently become infatuated with Nisha Sheth - though this
infatuation ultimately manifested itself in the most tragic way
imaginable. Nisha was the twenty year-old daughter of the owners of the
clothes shop that Bryan had worked in. Because he had lost his job,
Bryan decided he would get revenge on the owners of the shop by killing
Nisha. He struck the unsuspecting Nisha over the head with a claw
hammer while she was speaking to someone on the telephone and she was
dead in matter of minutes. The murder was especially distressing and
shocking because Bryan killed Nisha in full view of her younger brother
Bobby. Bobby was twelve years-old and knocked to the floor by
Bryan before the murder took place.Bryan was a powerful looking
and intimidating man. In some of his photographs he looks a bit like
the late British heavyweight boxer Gary Mason - only much more sullen.
After the murder of Nisha Sheth, Bryan then jumped from a balcony in
what was obviously a suicide attempt. He was said to be high on
cannabis when he murdered poor Nisha and was patently still in a
confused and addled stare. The suicide attempt was unsuccessful and
Bryan was arrested when the police arrived on the scene. He confessed
to the murder of Nisha Sheth and was found guilty of manslaughter on
the grounds of diminished responsibility. Peter Bryan's next
port of call was Rampton maximum security psychiatric unit. Despite the
severity of his crime though, Peter Bryan did not appear to strike
those who cared for him as dangerous or insane. In time they seemed to
come to the conclusion that Peter Bryan was somehow cured - or at the
very least no longer an immediate danger. In fact, in 2001 he was
transferred to the John Howard Centre from Rampton and was now in the
care of a social worker and pyschiatrist. The staff who had treated
Bryan said he had now tamed his attitude and anger issues and had made
tremendous progress. Bryan's transfer from Rampton was only after the
result of a six month trial period - which he evidently passed with
flying colours. The Mask of Sanity worn by Peter Bryan was still firmly
in place. In 2002, Bryan was moved to a hostel in north London
where he now had relative freedom. There were even plans to secure him
independent accommodation. It seems rather bizarre that a man who
murdered a young woman with a claw hammer now (only nine years later)
essentially had a foothold back in society and was barely a prisoner at
all anymore. Those who had looked after Bryan during his incarceration
seemed to believe that the demons which drove him to murder had been
banished. In this assumption they were to be proved completely wrong -
with tragic and disturbing consequences. The authorities were clearly
paving the way for Peter Bryan to perhaps even be completely released.
To all intents and purposes, Bryan was practically like a free person
already. At the start of 2004, Bryan was sent to an open
psychiatric ward at Newham General Hospital after being caught 'blowing
raspberries' on the stomach of a sixteen year-old girl. In Febuary
2004, Bryan then killed for the second time when he murdered 43
year-old Brian Cherry. Cherry was actually a friend of Bryan - not that
it did him much good. The murder happened a mere three hours after
Bryan had been discharged from his medical unit at the hospital. The
murder took place at Cherry's flat in Walthamstow, east London. A woman
named Nicola Newman arrived at the flat and was told by a blood
splattered Peter Bryan that Cherry was dead. Brian Cherry had
been struck in the head 24 times with a hammer. One of his arms had
been cut off and a leg had been severed. His head was partially sawed
off and Peter Bryan was cooking brain and flesh from the head on a
stove with some butter. The flesh he was cooking was matted with
Cherry's hair. This was literally the most disturbing and horrific
crime scene anyone could imagine. It later transpired that the staff
supposed to be looking after Bryan had reduced the dosage of the
medication he was taking after he complained. This was obviously not a
terribly sensible thing to do and may have contributed to his tragic
'lapse'. Peter Bryan was sent to Belmarsh Prison after the
murder of Brian Cherry. He proved to be a volatile and unpredictable
prisoner. He punched a prison officer and even constructed a noose in
his cell in what was presumably a thought to suicide (though it could
be that the noose was intended for another prisoner). In the end Bryan
was sent to Broadmoor. Amazingly though, he was then transferred to a
medium risk area. Believe it or not, despite hacking his friend to
pieces and eating part of his brain, the authorities still didn't quite
seem to understand how dangerous Bryan was! In April, 2004, Bryan
killed a fellow inmate named Richard Loudwell. The 59 year-old
Loudwell was killed in the dining room. He had been strangled with a
trouser cord and had his head smashed against the floor. The attack
lasted for several minutes until the staff were alerted to the
commotion and intervened. Bryan said he would have eaten Loudwell's
brain if he hadn't been interrupted. Peter Bryan believed that killing
and eating people made him stronger. He said he wanted to kill eight
people so he could be a famous serial killer. Bryan, who was
suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, was so detached from reality
that he still thought he was going to be released. On the 15th of March
2005, Bryan pleaded guilty at the Old Bailey to two manslaughters on
the grounds of diminished responsibility. The tragic case of Peter
Bryan led to much criticism of the way he had been given enough freedom
to murder Brian Cherry. Social workers and care authorities simply
hadn't kept a close enough watch on him. There were even criticisms
from politicians - who understandably thought it was outrageous that a
convicted murderer had basically been left to his own devices to go and
kill again. Thankfully, Peter Bryan is now highly unlikely to ever be
given any degree of freedom again. Bryan is, for obvious reasons,
sometimes called The Real Hannibal Lecter in true crime circles.SHARON CARRSharon
Carr was born in Belize and moved to Surry with her family when she was
about five. Carr would become Britain's youngest female murderer (Mary
Bell was younger than Carr when she killed but Bell was convicted for
manslaughter) in 1992 when she stabbed to death 18 year-old Katie
Rackliff in Camberley. Katie Rackliff was a hairdresser who was walking
home from a nightclub. Carr picked her out at random and stabbed
Rackliff over 30 times. It was a sickening attack with the victim
stabbed, among other places, in the private parts and backside. The
victim also had knife wounds to the heart and ribs. Sharon Carr was
somewhat like a much younger version of Joanna Dennehy. *Sharon
Carr was just twelve years-old when she committed this dreadful murder.
She was with two boys at the time. Some accounts of this case say that
Katie Rackliff had argued with her boyfriend that night and accepted a
lift from the boys and that it was Carr who lured her into the car.
However, the boys had nothing to do with the murder and were much later
eliminated from police inquiries. They were certainly not present
during the murder and had no idea that Carr planned to kill Katie.
