My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This story was everything I hoped for, and more.
I’ve always empathized with a certain British serial killer, (view spoiler), feeling more pity than hostility for him, and his actions. It feels like The Lonely Psychopath: A Psychological Horror was written by him, and it shredded me.
The main character’s first interaction with a homeless man almost had me in tears – for both the homeless man (for what he’s just gone through), AND for the main character -Dennis. It shows what a kind heart Dennis really does have, and it helps express just how sad and lonely he is.
This is not a ‘diary of a serial killer’ book, or a killer’s log book, so don’t pick it up if that’s what you’re in the mood for right now. (Try Don’t Read or Diary of a Dead Man: The final thoughts of Ed Boothe).
The Lonely Psychopath: A Psychological Horror is the emotional journey of a sad and misunderstood man.
Trying to make it through his existence is a daily struggle for Dennis, until a very random encounter with a homeless man. This new bromance could very well be the first thing to ever make Dennis truely happy.
One thing is for sure… it is going to change his life forever.
Get ready for a real American bloodbath!
The All-American girl meets the All-American psychopath in a duel to the death!
Suburbia will never be safe again!
Adrienne Marks lives a semi-charmed kind of life; she’s a cheerleader, the prom queen, and dates the most popular boy in school. Adrienne is pretty, athletic, and popular – all the things that her brother is not. Andy is introverted, dark, and prefers the internet over human interaction.
For twin siblings, they couldn’t be more different.
Andy and his best friend TJ found a new underground website called VictimNet. The page looks like an interactive ad for a new horror movie. There are ‘trailers’ of girls being murdered, graphic pictures, and forums to chat with other fans. VictimNet members can add people to the site, and auction them off to the highest bidder.
Andy and TJ decide to put Adrienne up for auction on the site – they can have some fun pretending that some psychopath is going to murder her, and it will be the perfect way to bring Adrienne down a peg or two.
Little did they know that VictimNet is a real ‘Red Room’ site, and the trailers are real ‘snuff’ videos. They just auctioned off the prom queen to brutal serial killer. Once they realize that everything is happening IRL, it is too late to stop The Bidder from getting exactly what he paid for. He has plans for the girl he just bought – and his plans would turn Lucio Fulci’s stomach!
OTSEGO, MI—While she may not be making the nightly news or gracing the covers of Time and Newsweek, 46-year-old nursing-home worker Barbara Louise Huxley is a dedicated, ruthless killer. But in today’s male-dominated world of remorseless slaughter, Huxley has been forced to murder twice as many innocent victims just to gain the public exposure and foster the widespread panic her male counterparts routinely enjoy.
Huxley, who smothered her first elderly patient at the ambitious age of 27, got into murder at a time when a woman slowly draining the life from a fellow human being was almost unthinkable. Seven more slow and methodical choking deaths followed, and though her heartless crimes were frequently passed over by local newspapers and her male supervisors at the nursing home, Huxley was determined to prove that she could be just as brutal and unfeeling as serial killers of the opposite sex.
Today, almost 20 years and countless cold-blooded slayings later, Huxley continues to take the lives of others in silence—simply because of her gender.
“After spending so long watching deranged men climb straight to the top of the FBI’s Most Wanted list, it was hard to get up the energy to go into work every day and suffocate another frail diabetic,” said Huxley, who claims her ability to take human lives without the slightest emotional response has gone overlooked by the chauvinistic news media and biased higher courts time and time again. “I started to think, ‘What’s the point? What am I doing here?'”
Added Huxley: “I just want to be treated like any other homicidal sociopath.”
Like many young women who simply want the chance to kill as many victims as possible before being apprehended by the police, Huxley has faced fierce resistance at every turn, whether from police officials, eyewitnesses, or often, her own flailing victims.
“There’s nothing more upsetting than strangling someone with surgical tubing, only to have them look at you in shock and disbelief,” Huxley said. “It’s like, ‘Why are you so surprised? Is it because I’m a woman?!'”
According to Huxley, of the 11 murderers given serial-killer distinction in the five years before her arrest, only one was female—a woman who was eventually dismissed by a male judge as “not possessing the mental facilities required to understand the charges against her.”
In addition, the few women who have been granted the distinction have received, on average, fewer than seven years of jail time for every 10 years offered to male serial killers with equivalent body counts.
Dr. Nancy Trisher, a criminal psychologist at the University of Pennsylvania, attributes much of the gender divide to societal perceptions of female murderers.
“People are still uncomfortable with, and often feel threatened by, the idea of a woman slitting open a stranger’s throat and watching him drown in his own blood,” Trisher wrote in her most recent book,Shattering the Blood-Spattered Glass Ceiling. “Many individuals, especially men, consider women too emotional or too passive, and assume they are happier drowning their own children at home than going out to decapitate vagrants and college students.”
In the meantime, Huxley and a half a dozen other women like her must continue to burn and mutilate their victims without the media and law-enforcement attention their gruesome acts rightfully deserve.
“Even when the news finally gets around to reporting on us, it’s only to talk about how ‘rare’ it is to see women do the awful things we do,” Huxley said. “It’s never because we’re just good murderers.”
As she patiently waits for the long-delayed public outcry over her unspeakable crimes, Huxley can only hope she will soon secure the kind of lasting infamy already enjoyed by such men as Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, and Dennis Rader. An inspiration to every young girl with no regard for life, Huxley dreams of a day when society looks at her and sees not just a woman, but a bloodthirsty monster.
I believe in you Barbara Louise Huxley – you can do it!
Shine on, you crazy diamond… shine on. ~sg
THE HORROR MOVIE SOCIETY held it’s first official ‘meeting’ in 1994 – on October 31st to be exact.
Now, four years later, the six members have gathered together for first reunion of The Horror Movie Society.
The bond formed between horror lovers is strong.
Scream Queens, and classic kill scenes.
There is something special about finding another person who gets just as excited as you do when the new issue of Fangoria arrives in the mail.
The passion isn’t just for the movies, but for everything that makes the movies what they are. The actors, directors, f/x creators, etc. Everything.
The Society was formed when it’s six members met in college, and their monthly ‘meetings’ soon became 24 hour movie marathons filled with classic 80’s horror, and fast food. It became impossible to find the time for meetings once they graduated, so everyone was excited for their first reunion.
What the six members don’t realize is that while they are inside watching movies, an escaped serial killer is lurking right outside of the living room window. He is watching the movies with them, and he’s taking notes.
The first reunion of The Horror Movie Society might also be it’s last.
The private words of Ed Boothe
Written from his tiny cell on death row, serial killer Ed Boothe chronicles the details of his murderous career from his first kill to his capture.
He’s not begging forgiveness from the families, trying to get right with Jesus, or campaigning for a pardon from the governor. He reminisces about his life, and his crimes, simply because he has nothing better to do.
Ed Boothe begins this journal by detailing his very first kill when he was eighteen years old, and living in London. He continues by explaining why he didn’t kill again until he was in his mid-twenties, and living in America.
He vividly describes details of his various kills, corpse disposal, keepsakes, sexual urges & fulfillment, and the emotions experienced through it all.
He concludes his writing just two days before his execution, by sharing any regrets he may have. His final recorded thoughts are about things he wishes he would have done differently, and things left undone.
All proceeds of this book go to the families of his known victims.
The third novel and fifth story that takes place in the haunted and horrible Walker’s Woods–a midwestern town that could only have been dreamt up by the author of Demons and Other Inconveniences, How to Eat a Human Being and The Toothless Dead.
In between – I made various Narnias, solved cases in Bayport, imagined skipping school, (and getting detention) in Shermer, Ill., and stopped for coffee in Ilium. I’ve wished that floo powder was a real thing, and daydreamed of becoming a Slayer in Sunnydale. I’ve planned my escape from Arkham, and I built my fictional vacation home in Castle Rock.
My recent literary travels brought me to Walker’s Woods, a small Midwestern town where bad things happen. The latest news focuses on a string of disappearances, and a possible serial killer in the area.
Chelsea Ritter lives, and goes to school in Walker’s Woods. At 14 years old, the headlines are not her top priority. Yet.
Her parents got divorced when she was younger, and Chelsea lives with her dad, Luke. They share the same quirky sense of humor, and love of good music. He’s not as fond of Persephone, her four year old pet tarantula, as he used to be. Creepy, or not, Persephone is still a part of their family.
School kind of sucks, especially if you’re being harassed by the troglodytes roaming the halls. She is a good student, but like most people – she enjoys her extra-curricular activities more. She loves to read, watch old b&w monster movies, and she is an exceptional artist. She has also kept a non-traditional kind of journal since she was eleven. At first, it was just something to do. Now, the pages of “WEIRD SHIT MY NEIGHBOR DOES” are almost full. They’ve never officially met, but she is amused by Mr. Clay, and his OCD habits.
It probably would have stayed just a fun way to pass time – if she hadn’t accidentally happened upon something unusual, even for him. She was trying to hunt down a grasshopper for Persephone. It had hopped off her porch, and when she found it again, it was in-between her house and Mr. Clay’s house. Just as she captured it, she heard something hit Mr. Clay’s basement window from the inside. She was startled by the sound, and dropped Persephone’s snack. As it hopped away, she noticed that whatever caused the sound on the window, had also chipped away a piece of the black paint that was he used instead of curtains. She heard sounds, possibly voices, but she couldn’t make them out, and she couldn’t see into the basement from her vantage point. She did the next best thing – she pulled out her cell phone, and got it set up and recording video with minimal effort. After she got about ten minutes recorded, she grabbed her phone and headed home to say goodbye to her dad before he left on a quick business trip.
She ordered a pizza and settled in to watch a old horror movie, forgetting all about the recording until she went to bed. The light from the neighbor’s bedroom window came on, and reminded her. She grabbed her journal, a handful of pens, and hopped into bed – ready to watch Mr. Arthur Clay, and take some notes before going to sleep for the night.
What she saw would have been enough to keep other people awake for the rest of their lives.
Her neighbor mutilated & murdered someone while she was right outside, separated only by a thin pane of glass. He killed her, he drained her, and he cut out her eyes. And Chelsea had it on video.
I don’t know what I would do if I recorded a video of a murder. Call the police, hide under my bed, move – all pretty good options. I certainly wouldn’t go knock on a murderer’s door to tell them I have evidence of the crime. Blackmail can be lucrative, but it’s still a little too dangerous for me. Chelsea, on the other hand, knows exactly what she wants.
She was a little nervous when she knocked on his door, but his awkwardness empowered her. When she told him that she saw him, and recorded what he did – the fear and anger showed on his face.
That’s when Chelsea smiled, and told Art exactly what she wanted.
Pick up your copy of THE JOURNEYMAN, available on October 31,st!
My grandma’s house had a well / basement window that looked more like the picture here. I remember jumping down there a lot, but I don’t remember why, or what I did while down there. It’s been the focus of many nightmares over the years.