Jim Goad

Imagine being so empty inside that you would do anything—ANYTHING—for attention. Luka Magnotta was determined to get attention if he had to kill for it.

Estimates of the death toll from experiments performed on prisoners at Unit 731 range from 3,000 to 12,000. One thing is for certain—no prisoner, whether man, woman, or child, got out alive.

Nearly ten years ago, ten corpses were found buried in marshlands along Long Island’s South Shore. Nearly all of the victims were female escorts who’d advertised their services through Craigslist. Although the murders stretch back to the mid-90s, no one has ever been arrested for these slayings.

Belden K. Bok sat at his kitchen table, eating a sandwich and reading a newspaper. Then he woke up.

“I didn’t kill the babies; the voices in my head did.”

He told victims he was helping them flee the Nazis but that they needed an immunization shot first; instead, he murdered them and stole their belongings.

Peering out his apartment window at the happy young couples walking hand-in-hand on the cobblestone streets below, Hansel Sumter had never felt so alone in his life.

He never expected that at this point in his life, the only decision available to him was whether to lose a second leg or have them take one of his arms this time around.

The three survivors who were able to positively identify him—among them a foreign diplomat and a famous entertainer—refused to do so for fear of being outed as gay.

For a few years in the midst of the Great Depression, a criminal syndicate operated out of Philadelphia that combined a toxic mix of black magic, fatal arsenic poisonings, insurance scams, and unhappy marriages.

Stripped to its core, the film is the familiar story of a bullying victim who reaches his limit and becomes violent.

Gerard John “GJ” Schaefer’s wrote horrifying true-crime fiction—and his “fictional” writing helped convict him of murder. He was convicted of two murders, suspected by authorities of more than two dozen, and frequently boasted that his death toll was higher than eighty—all of them women.

Chikatilo laid waste to twenty-one boys, fourteen girls, and seventeen women. Was sexual humiliation at the root of his grisly campaign of murder?

From jumping into a live volcano…to walking into a vat of molten iron…to plunging a power drill into your skull…to calmly lying in the path of an oncoming steamroller…here are 13 of the oddest suicide methods ever.

Despite its initial failure, 1983’s The King of Comedy is now more relevant than ever. Social media enables a whole new generation of obsessed fans to invade the personal space of their celebrity idols without even having to live in the same town as them. The line between celebrity and obscurity, between fantasy and reality, has never been blurrier than it is now.

You can see too many rainbows just like you can see too much sunshine. Too much of a good thing can be poison.

“I didn’t kill the babies; the voices in my head did.”

Richard Kuklinski, AKA the “Iceman,” was a Mafia hit man who may have killed hundreds of people without blinking or breaking a sweat. No one is born a serial klller, so what made him that way?