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Lee Choon-Jae - The Night Walker
The killings began on the 15th of September 1986. The first victim was a 71-year-old woman whose name has never been officially released to the public, a decision perhaps made to protect the dignity of her grieving family in a conservative society. She was found the following morning in a field near Taean township in Hwaseong County. Her body lay face-up among the late-summer stubble of a harvested rice paddy, the stalks brittle and dry beneath her. Her clothing was torn and rearranged around her body in a way that suggested both violation and deliberate staging. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with strips torn from her own garments. She had been sexually assaulted. She had been strangled. The ligature—a length of her own stocking—was still knotted around her throat when police finally arrived at the scene after a farmer discovered her at dawn
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274. Rex Heuermann - The Long Island Serial Killer | Revealed
31:12||Ep. 274A cryptic message hinted at a possible connection between the victims and a shadowy figure. The hunt intensified as the task force followed the trail of clues, navigating the intricate web woven by the perpetrator. Detective James Rodriguez's forensic expertise played a pivotal role. He uncovered a chilling pattern in the crime scenes, linking the intricate knots used to bind the victimsPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
273. K.D. Kempamma - Cyanide Mallika
34:51||Ep. 273Death by cyanide ingestion is one of the most rapid and merciless forms of poisoning, unfolding like a sudden cellular blackout that starves the body of energy even while oxygen floods the bloodstream. It is not the gentle, drifting unconsciousness of some toxins; it is a violent hijacking of the mitochondria—the power plants inside every cell—leading to histotoxic hypoxia, where tissues literally suffocate on a molecular level despite abundant oxygen.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
272. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 7
36:18||Ep. 272His hand came close to her face and she bit down into the thick flesh of his thumb with everything she had. She tasted blood; warm and metallic; and her jaw locked in a muscle spasm she could not control, her teeth sunk deep into him. They struggled in the dimness, an almost absurd tableau of a massive man trying to shake free from a woman less than half his size who had her teeth in him and would not let go. In desperation, he wound his free hand into her long hair and forced her head downward, bending her toward the concrete. She saw the front of a Volkswagen approaching through the blur of her failing vision, its headlights pale in the daylight, and then she lost consciousness.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
271. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 6
37:30||Ep. 271Jack the Ripper terrorized Whitechapel in the fall of 1888, killing at least five prostitutes—the canonical five: Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes, and Kelly. Brutal murders with throat cuts and surgical mutilations. Police received taunting letters, including the infamous “From Hell” with a piece of kidney, but the killer was never identified. He vanished as suddenly as he appeared. One of history’s greatest mysteries. Sleep well… if you can.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
270. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 5
29:21||Ep. 270They found her on the roof. Her car was parked perfectly between the lines, the doors locked, the keys gone. It was a ghost vehicle. Inside, her textbooks sat on theseat, waiting for a student who was never coming back. There were no signs of a fight, no broken glass, no blood on the upholstery. The car was as clean as Karen’sreputation. Forensic technicians took the car to the lab and went over it with a magnifying glass. They found nothing. No fingerprints that didn't belong to the family. No trace of a struggle. Whatever had happened to Karen Sprinker, it hadn't happened inside that steel frame. It had happened in the few yards between her car door and the entranceto the store.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
269. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 4
35:27||Ep. 269Her car was found parked in a rest area on the road leading up to the Santiam Pass just north of Albany, Oregon, and slightly east of the I-5. The red-and-white Rambler had no external damage, and it was locked. No blood. No sign of struggle. There were a few personal items belonging to Jan Whitney. There were no keys. In processing the Rambler, state police I.D. technicians lifted a good latent print from one of its hubcaps. With the technology available in 1968, a single latent print was worthless to detectives unless they had a suspect’s print to compare it to.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
268. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 3
32:15||Ep. 268He swung into an overgrown driveway and killed the engine beside a deserted farmhouse. Gray weathered siding, wind whistling through broken windows—no neighbours, no help for miles. Without a sound, Jerry hauled her out and started beating her. Fists hammered her face, her breasts. Blood filled her mouth, warm and metallic. She screamed anyway, knowing it probably wouldn't matter. He tore at her clothes, gasping that he wanted her naked so he could take pictures.She fought—twisted, kicked, clawed for escape. Sunset was coming fast, and she knew if darkness fell without rescue, she'd never see morning. Her screams carried just far enough. A farm couple driving past heard them, wrenched their wheel, and pulled into the weed-choked yard. They spotted the old car, the big young manlooming over someone on the ground...Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod
267. Jerome Henry Brudos | The Lust Killer - Part 2
42:07||Ep. 267His fetish expanded beyond footwear to encompass various forms of feminine undergarments and intimate apparel. He became fascinated with brassieres, panties, girdles, and the complex systems of garters and stockings that women used to maintain their appearance. Jerome developed an intense appreciation for the texture and feel of these soft fabrics, finding them almost as compelling as the high-heeled shoes that had initially captured his attention.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod