My mother was there. She was there to beat me, she was there to humiliate me, she was there to use me as an example of how inferior men are.
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Edmund Kemper
Edmund Emil Kemper III (born December 18, 1948) is an American serial killer. He committed the murder of ten people, including his paternal grandparents and mother. He regularly engaged in necrophilia and claimed to have consumed the flesh of at least one of his victims, but later retracted this confession. Born in California, Kemper had a disturbed childhood. He moved to Montana with his abusive mother at a young age before returning to California, where he murdered his paternal grandparents when he was 15. He was subsequently diagnosed by court psychiatrists as suffering from paranoid schizophrenia and sentenced to the Atascadero State Hospital as a criminally insane juvenile. Released at the age of 21 after convincing psychiatrists he was rehabilitated, Kemper was regarded as non-threatening by his victims. He targeted young female hitchhikers during his killing spree, luring them into his vehicle and driving them to secluded areas where he would murder them before taking their corpses back to his home to be decapitated, dismembered and violated. He then murdered his mother and one of her friends before turning himself in to the authorities. Found sane and guilty at his trial in 1973, he requested the death penalty for his crime
I look at the wreckage behind me, the dead people caused by my self-indulgence in fantasy life and then my self-indulgence in not doing something about it—getting help, or taking action against myself, even.
I was paroled to my mother, OK? What these experts don’t notice in the picture—i haven’t seen it in writing anywhere, it could be somewhere, um, that when I was fourteen years old I ran away from my mother. They mention that, OK. But if you look at that in the overall picture, why did I run away? I…
The head trip fantasies were a bit like a trophy. You know, the head is where everything is at, the brain, eyes, mouth. That's the person. I remember being told as a kid, you cut off the head and the body dies. The body is nothing after the head is cut off ... well, that's not quite true, there's a…
[Serial killer Herbert Mullin] had a habit of singing and bothering people when somebody tried to watch TV, so I threw water on him to shut him up. Then, when he was a good boy, I'd give him peanuts. Herbie liked peanuts. That was effective, because pretty soon he asked permission to sing. That's…
The original purpose was gone...It wasn't serving any physical or real or emotional purpose. It was just a pure waste of time….Emotionally, I couldn't handle it much longer. Toward the end there, I started feeling the folly of the whole damn thing, and at the point of near exhaustion, near collapse,…
Appx. 5:15 A.M. Saturday. No need for her to suffer any more at the hands of this horrible 'murderous Butcher'. It was quick—asleep—the way I wanted it. Not sloppy and incomplete, gents. Just a 'lack of time'. I got things to do!!!
I killed my mother and her friend. And I killed those college girls. I killed six of them and I can show you where I hid the pieces of their bodies.
I came up behind her and crooked my arm around her neck, like this. I squeezed and just lifted her off the floor. She just hung there and, for a moment, I didn't realize she was dead….I had broken her neck and her head was just wobbling around with the bones of her neck disconnected in the skin sack…
Maybe they can study me and find out what makes people like me do the things they do.
Oh, what is it like to have sex with a dead body?...What does it feel like to sit on your living room couch and look over and see two decapitated girls' heads on the arm of the couch? The first time, it makes you sick to your stomach.
One side of me says, 'Wow, what an attractive chick. I'd like to talk to her, date her.' The other side of me says, ‘I wonder how her head would look on a stick?’
I couldn't please her….It was like being in jail….I became a walking time bomb and I finally blew ...
I figured that if I killed him [Herbert Mullin] and then they sent me to the gas chamber, it would be a good solution to the problem. I know I'd never get a chance to, though, and I don't have any intention of killing him or anyone else....He was just a cold-blooded killer, running over a three-week…
I may not be so much to look at myself, but I have always gone after pretty girls.
She loved me in her way and despite all the violent screaming and yelling arguments we had, I loved her, too. But she had to manage your life...and interfere in your personal affairs.
When I got out on the street it was like being on a strange planet. People my age were not talking the same language. I had been living with people older than I was for so long that I was an old fogey.