Cannibals and Killing Part 2

Let's pick up where we left off... if you need a reminder I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with Jeffrey. Dahmer.

Alright, after he realized he wasn't going to be able to control his urges, he started going to gay bars and picking up dudes. He'd be all like, "Hey look at me I'm super cool and not gonna eat ya or anything, don't worry! Let's go chill" And they'd be like "okay, I believe you."

After doing the dirty he would drug them with sleeping pills mixed with booze. Then he would kill them, have sex with their dead bodies, and keep doing this until the body started to decay or smell. I know that was super gross. I apologize. It made me ill, too.

Here's where things get way screwed up, though. The thing is, good ole Jeffrey wasn't super into the actual killing part. Ironically enough. He would actually not really enjoy strangling them that much. So naturally he had to try to remedy this small little problem.

So, he would try to make "zombies" by drilling holes in their heads and pouring acid or boiling hot water directly to the brain, while they were still conscious. He used a baster. I'm picturing that thing you stuff turkey's with on Thanksgiving. Sorry. That was graphic.
He said he did this because he wanted them to stay with him.
This however, never worked and would end up killing them. Some of them went in comas. One guy stayed alive all day while Jeffrey went to work, at a Chocolate Factory, which is also creepy enough by itself. A chocolate factory? Come on.

When the bodies would start to smell, he would dismember them and keep some choice body parts. He'd put them in the fridge. Because where else are you going to put body parts?? Duh.

He then decided to try and eat the meat. He would eat parts of the leg, or heart. I'm gagging as I'm writing this, by the way.


He said it tasted like beef. He would get sexually aroused from eating that. Okay moving on. He said he did this because consuming them, made him feel like they were apart of him forever. That they would never leave him now. To say home boy had abandonment issues would be severely understated.








The way he was caught was incredibly disturbing. He was going in for his 18th kill. He picked Tracy Edwards up by saying he was a photographer and told the guy he would give him quick cash for a photoshoot. They went to his apartment, where the Exorcist was playing on Jeff's TV.
Jeffrey handcuffed Edwards, and held a knife to him. He played it cool. Jeffrey laid his head over his chest, as if he was listening to his heart beat. He told him, "I'm going to eat your heart."
Edwards felt the overwhelming urge to get the hell outta there. As one would. At one point Jeffrey was so focused on the movie that he was rocking back and forth, and chanting.

Tracy Edwards took his chance to peace out of there, and bolted for the door. He made it out despite Dahmer's efforts to grab him. He went and got the police.
That is when they went to Jeffrey's apartment and found all the dead bodies, including a human head in the refrigerator and the horrid smell coming from it.

Wisconsin doesn't have a death penalty. He tried to plead insanity but that didn't fly. So he was sentenced to like over a hundred years or something cray like that. Although he seemed remorseful in interviews and documentaries, rumor was he was pretty brutal in Someone shanked and killed him in prison. He lived as a freak and died as a freak.

The end!

Cannibals and Killing Part 1

Hello ladies and gents!

"The only motive that there ever was, was to completely control a person. A person that I found physically attractive and keep them with me as long as possible, even if it meant just keeping a part of them..." - Jeffrey Dahmer

The thing about Jeffrey Dahmer is, he doesn't really scream freak to me when I watched him being interviewed, and the documentary. Unlike most serial killers, his childhood wasn't really messed up. By that I mean - nothing super significant happened that would make you think he'd be into killing people. You feel me?

He was born in Milwaukee on May 21 1960. As he grew up he became increasingly interested in the insides of animals. Like that's not weird.

His father had a PHD in Chemistry and he had one younger brother, David. His parents argued a lot, but it never got physical.

Growing up, he became very secluded and decided he didn't really like other students.

Alright let's fast forward. Jeffrey's parents had divorced. He was in high school, he had become an alcoholic, getting super hammer smashed drunk every day. His classmates noticed, because he'd act all crunky faced and stuff. Before we get into all the killing let me just say, this is the most disgusting killer I've written about. BY FAR. So you've been warned.

He became increasingly interested in male lovers, who were unconscious. These sick cravings manifested from his fascination with looking at the insides of people and animal.

He then started having sexual fantasies of necrophilia. When he was in the ninth grade, in biology, they dissected pigs, and he kept the skeleton. He then moved to animals such as cats, dogs, etc. He said when he was around 15 he started having even stronger desires to sleep next to a naked unconscious dude. Because that's totally normal.

Here's what happened. Things were just peachy, until his mom and dad moved out of their home. This was dangerous, because he was a freak. Clearly.

Shortly after he had the house to himself, he killed his first victim. The poor guy was just walking down the road. Trying to get a ride. This is why you don't hitchhike, just saying. Jeffrey picked him up, acting all sly. Tricked this guy into coming back to his place for a drink. Everything was golden for a minute and then BAM! Jeffrey started strangling him. After he killed the guy he skinned him and shattered his bones.
Why yes, writing that did make me want to vomit.