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Albert Fish (May 19, 1870 – January 16, 1936) is probably the most chilling crime story I've heard.
Born in Washington, D.C., his family had a history of mental illness. When his old man died, he was put into a child orphanage, which is where Fish's story gets perverse. He was regularly beaten by the other children at the house. He began to get a sadomasochistic thrill from the beatings.
This escalated. Soon, Fish's now infamous obsessions began to gain some traction. He began eating and drinking urine, sticking needles into his groin, writing gratuitous letters to random New York women.
In 1924, Fish would kill Grace Budd. Six years later, he wrote this letter to the parents of Budd, detailing the death of the child.
In 1927, a year after Budd's death, Albert Fish claimed a life in a similar way. A four-year old boy, Billy Gaffney, was killed and his parents' sent a letter summating his final hours.
Only four victims were ever confirmed. However, there's reasonable belief that Fish's actually number of victims was much higher.
When Fish was executed via electric chair (or as he dubbed it, "the supreme thrill of my life"), it's rumoured that he prompted a short circuiting. This was, so they say, due to the amount of pins and metal in his groin.
His whole story is more insane. I'd recommend the Wiki page.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Fish
Born in Washington, D.C., his family had a history of mental illness. When his old man died, he was put into a child orphanage, which is where Fish's story gets perverse. He was regularly beaten by the other children at the house. He began to get a sadomasochistic thrill from the beatings.
This escalated. Soon, Fish's now infamous obsessions began to gain some traction. He began eating and drinking urine, sticking needles into his groin, writing gratuitous letters to random New York women.
In 1924, Fish would kill Grace Budd. Six years later, he wrote this letter to the parents of Budd, detailing the death of the child.
Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1–3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not * her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.
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In 1927, a year after Budd's death, Albert Fish claimed a life in a similar way. A four-year old boy, Billy Gaffney, was killed and his parents' sent a letter summating his final hours.
I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him ... I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these half in six strips about 8 in. long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him thru the middle of his body. Just below his belly button. Then thru his legs about 2 in. below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. Water is 3 to 4 ft. deep. They sank at once. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when meat had roasted about 1/4 hr., I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hr., it was nice and brown, cooked thru. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.
Only four victims were ever confirmed. However, there's reasonable belief that Fish's actually number of victims was much higher.
When Fish was executed via electric chair (or as he dubbed it, "the supreme thrill of my life"), it's rumoured that he prompted a short circuiting. This was, so they say, due to the amount of pins and metal in his groin.
His whole story is more insane. I'd recommend the Wiki page.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Fish
