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Richard Kuklinski would kill more than 125 people - some just for fun. Some would call Richard Kuklinksi a “hit man", while others would refer to him as one of the prolific serial murderers of our time. Or was he both? Did he suffer from antisocial and paranoid personality disorder, or was he, as some experts say, just born to kill? Born with an “evil gene” in his blood?

Within a maze of true crime books that tend to provide only minor portions of the whole story, Serial Killers 101 provides a much more detailed and comprehensive insight into the world of some of the most infamous serial killers in American history.

There's arguably no one man who's been more inadvertently influential to the horror genre than Mr. Edward Gein. Because of him, authors and screenwriters were inspired to create the following characters: Norman Bates in Psycho, Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Buffalo Bill in The Silence of the Lambs. But let's not give Gein too much credit here. After all, he was a murderer who also dug corpses out of graveyards.

In True Criminal Minds: Interviews with Real Life Serial Killers: Volume II, author Brian Lee Tucker once again strips away all of the glitz and glamour so often associated with the romanticizing and glamorizing of modern day so called "true stories", featuring charming, suave serial killers that women just can't seem to stay away from.

Her story was like so many other's; a small-town girl buys a bus ticket to the big city to become a famous movie star. Instead of a film producer with a contract and an endless budget, she instead found a shiftless con artist who intended to make her the next big star of low budget, indie horror - and softcore porn. What she woke up to every day was a life of loneliness, alcohol, and drugs.

>"A bullet to the front of the head demonstrates good marksmanship. A bullet to the back of the head demonstrates good judgment." So quotes John Wesley Hardin, one of the infamous killers of the old west. But, like modern day killer Henry Lee Lucas, was he more of a bragger than a killer? Or was he more of a serial killer than a gun slinger? Was it the loss of his only love, Jane Bowen that drove him over the edge? Or was he just born to be a killer? Find out.

Every small town has a Brent Brand. Maybe they aren’t killed. Perhaps they were just beaten badly, were harassed to suicide, or just vanished. It’s difficult to find a little rural town without some gossip about a Smear the Queer game that got out of hand, or about the homosexual who was “taught a lesson”, came home black-and-blue and never spoke about it, or mysteriously disappeared.

Rape, sodomy, strangulation, stabbing, murder, and dismemberment. So were some of Joel David Rifkin's favorite "hobbies" that he inflicted on mostly drug addicted or alcoholic prostitutes from 1988 to 1993. Police finally caught up to Rifkin on June 28, 1993, when state troopers spotted him driving his pickup truck without license plates on the Southern State Parkway. A high-speed chase ended in Mineola, New York, when he crashed into a utility pole directly in front of the courthouse where he eventually stood trial.

The city streets are a carnival, they are burlesque. The city moves like an insect. It scurries. Neon beats against the window like a probe, even in the day. And somewhere, buried deep within this crazy world, are two killers who call this place home. One of them, a man whose birth given name was Kenneth Bianchi but whom his friends know as Ken, waits in the shadows sipping beer and smoking a cigarette and watching the show with delightful glee.

Some time after his second meeting with the therapist, Marty Smartt was overheard telling someone he was afraid if he didn't get help soon he was going to go back to Keddie and “kill somebody, and didn't really give a shit who it was.” Within a short period of time following his last session, he returned to Keddie, California with a "friend" he'd met at the hospital, Severin Bob “Bo” Boubede.  Author Brian Lee Tucker examines the weeks leading up to the murders, and the aftermath, with two suspects who were never charged, and the detectives who bungled the case.

Carl Eugene Watts was an American serial killer who was also dubbed the “Sunday morning slasher". He was suspected of killing at least 100 people between 1969 and 1982. Even as a child, Watts had been described as being “very strange” by his neighbors - and even family members. At the tender age of 12, Watts, to the horror of his family and others who knew him, admitted he had been having “fantasies” about stalking, kidnapping, and murdering young girls.

William Bonin, the "freeway killer", hunts for his next victim.

Serial Killer Aileen Wournos finds a way to make herself beautiful.

Serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer reflects back on his early life and his taste for murder and human flesh. To be included in the forthcoming audiobook Psychobabble: A Collection of Short Stories About Serial Killers, to be narrated by John Michael Kuczynski.

As cozy as their house had seemed, there was a cold secret beneath the house. At the bottom of the basement stairs and beyond a small pond-like sized puddle was where evil lived. It was the only part of the house that was always cold and damp no matter the time of day or time of year. Structurally speaking, it was part of the house but there were two, perhaps three steps that separated home from hell.

John Wayne Gacy prepares a special dinner for one of his guests - who is unaware of the fact they will be the dessert. An excerpt from the forthcoming audiobook Psychobabble: A Collection of Short Stories About Serial Killers To be narrated by John Michael Kuczynski.

This is an excerpt from the forthcoming audiobook collection of short stories about serial killers.

An excerpt from the forthcoming audiobook collection, Psychobabble: A Collection of Short Stories About Serial Killers.

Serial killer William Suff plans to cook up some of his famous chili.

Ottis Toole, born at the bottom of the gene pool, retarded and illiterate, had been out of control since early childhood. A severely drug-dependent individual as well as an arsonist, murderer, rapist, and cannibal, he was unsafe under any conditions outside of a secure prison, and perhaps unsafe there. To him, life itself was so unmeaning, and the distinction between living and dead people so blurred, that killing another human being was no more than swatting an annoying fly.