I remember the savage murder of my father. It terrifies me each and every day-- the killer’s face distorted with rage and anger. The burst of a bullet going through my father’s body constantly leaves a paranoid sound in my mind. Why would someone want to kill someone as pleasant as my father? My father was the founder of a billion dollar company, which he ran with my mother. However, my father was once a leader to a group that got into some trouble in the past before I was born. They say that my mother paid an old group member to kill my father. Instantly, I knew that was nonsense. My mother and father were like a king and queen. They loved and cared for each other, and everyone in the city. Therefore, how such rumors could pass so easily is confusing to me. Regarding the rumor, I know who can tell me the truth about my father’s murder. …show more content…
“ Hello, Ears,” I yell out, “ you here?” “ Yeah in the living room,” he answers in a strong country accent, “ what you need?” “ I need to know about the ruthless killer of my father,” I say angrily with tears rolling down my face. “ Calm down, son …. I really don’t know what happened to your father except the rumor, which you know about already,” he replied with a wail. I couldn’t stay any longer. The unsolved murder case of my father is just too stressful to handle. Nevertheless, everyone keeps thinking that my mom is the ruthless cold-blooded killer behind my father’s murder. The only way to solve this case is to take matters in my own hands. The first person I know that may have a clue is my mother. I am finally going to confront her. “ Mom, you here?” I scream from the other room. “ Yeah, I’m in the kitchen,” she replies back. “ I need to ask you something about dad’s murder,” I utter trying to fight off the tears. “ What you need to know?” she anxiously answers. “ Is it true?” I
Sometimes it is all I can think about. It is all I want, all I need. The feeling of euphoria it gives me is incredible. If you are wondering what I am talking about I will explain, but be warned this may not be to your liking.
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
Why do serial killers kill? Most serial killers kill because they were abandoned in their young life either by their mother or father. Some think that serial killers kill due to a chemical imbalance or because their genetic makeup is slightly altered. There are a lot of serial killers in this world, but Donald Neilson is one of the most famous.
When I was 8 my dad went to prison. He had a feeling his time was coming and spent as much time with me as he could before he was taken away. He bought me a silver box chain necklace with a cross before he left and I still keep it hanging from the wall.
Mass Murderers and Serial Killers are nothing new to today’s society. These vicious killers are all violent, brutal monsters and have an abnormal urge to kill. What gives people these urges to kill? What motivates them to keep killing? Do these killers get satisfaction from killing? Is there a difference between mass murderers and serial killers or are they the same. How do they choose their victims and what are some of their characteristics? These questions and many more are reasons why I was eager to write my paper on mass murderers and serial killers. However, the most interesting and sought after questions are the ones that have always been controversial. One example is; what goes on inside the mind of a killer? In this paper I will try to develop a better understanding of these driven killers and their motives.
There is a great distinction that separates serial killers from other murderers, and this is their motives to kill. Homicides are generally committed due to moments of rage and anger, or disputes from family problems, financial difficulties, gang violence, and conflicts between lovers and between friends. "A psychokiller, I should make clear, is not a regular murderer. A murderer has a vendetta, a nice specific personal thing against his victim". In contrast to this, the victims of serial killers, more often than not, are strangers that have never been encountered before the event of the killing. Serial killers are driven by instinct and a desire to kill.
The public is disgusted by the bloody deeds that serial killers have committed, but they will forever intrigue us. The fascination stems from the fact that in most cases the killers are so similar to the common person. On the outside they seem as normal as the next. Fortunately for humanity, the next person is not capable of such ghastly deeds. These serial killers are often psychopathic or sociopathic persons who were abused as children. Others may be trying to fulfill their own sadistic fantasies that were brought on by their childhood experiences. The most recent reason identified is a link to a genetic predisposition to violence. The inherent goodness of humans can sometimes go awry and lead to a person who is as evil as a serial killer. No matter how one analyzes the killers, they are not normal in any sense. Edmund Kemper when asked what he thought when he saw a pretty woman walking down the street replied, “One side of me says, '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?'” (Ming Ho).
Ramsland, Katherin M. Inside the Minds of Mass Murderers: Why they Kill. Westport, CT: Praeger Publishers, 2005. Print.
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
The Narrator’s family treats her like a monster by resenting and neglecting her, faking her death, and locking her in her room all day. The Narrator’s family resents her, proof of this is found when the Narrator states “[My mother] came and went as quickly as she could.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
The biggest question swirling around psychoanalysis is if the killer’s ability to kill is from a lack of empathy or an excess of testosterone or egoism. How could one kill an innocent being with no regard to the effect and consequences? Although many have asked this very question in interviews with notorious serial killers, the motive, or reasoning behind the action, has never been understandable. As Dr. Salvatore Costa, Ph.D. in Psychology, states in his published notes: “The strange thing is serial killers are not raving lunatics with voices commanding them to kill. They enjoy killing” (Costa 16).
People who have killed have vast psychological effects from doing so. Killing can cause a person to feel as though they are distanced from humanity. Many murderers may try to dehumanize a victim to try and lessen the psychological effects that committing murder will have on them. Committing murder causes severe trauma on a person and their state of mind.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,