(From Ghostly Legends and Monstrous Myths of Texas, by Harrison Folger, copyright 1994 by Big Armadillo Press at the University of Texas) On October 30, 1920, Merllyn Sanger came home to his two-story frame house after a 12-hour shift at the Collins Paper Mill. Sanger, like most people in his tiny community, didn't have a... Continue Reading →
Ricardo "Richard" Ramirez was born February 29, 1960, in El Paso, Texas. The youngest of five children, he suffered two serious head injuries during his childhood: at age two, a dresser fell on top of him, cutting open his forehead; at age five, a park swing knocked him unconscious. The latter injury caused epileptic seizures... Continue Reading →
Midnight found me crammed into Leland Paget's bedroom closet at 120 Acorn Avenue, playing Candy Crush on my phone while I waited for him to come home so I could kill him. I had dressed for the occasion: old sneakers, sweatpants, and a sweatshirt because it had turned a bit chilly. It was warm in... Continue Reading →
Bobby Leger owned Lone Star Pawn, which occupied the end unit in a strip mall in the old part of Mitchum Bay. It was the part of town where you stood an excellent chance of getting your car's stereo boosted, but if that happened, just wait an hour and you could buy it back from... Continue Reading →
Home. I headed to the bedroom, paused halfway down the hallway, and then turned around and went into the kitchen. I had been curbing my drinking, and for the past two weeks I had been devoutly dry, but tonight (or early this morning, rather) I needed something to relax me. My stomach felt better, but... Continue Reading →
That familiar taste in my mouth. Blood. Mine, for once. Another ham-sized fist headed my way, and I took it on the chin--literally. The uppercut made my teeth clack together and pushed me back into the spectators. They helpfully shoved me forward, and someone sacrificed a half-empty can of Bud Light by flinging it... Continue Reading →
Repeat because it’s summertime funtime bumming time.
From Wisconsin (Ed Gein) we travel to my home state of Texas, for a lesson on why you should not take candy from strangers.
Dean Corll was born in 1939 in Fort Wayne, Indiana. His family moved to Texas in 1950, settling in Vidor, a small town roughly 90 miles from Houston. Corll played trombone in the school band and graduated from Vidor High in 1958. Shortly afterward, the Corll family packed up and moved to Houston, where Corll’s mother continued the small candy company she’d started in Vidor.
The “Pecan Prince” candy company specialized in pecan chewies, pralines, and divinity. Corll ran the assembly line and endeared himself to the neighborhood boys (!) by handing out free candy (!!) and taking them to picnics at the beach in his van (!!!). In 1968, Corll’s mother closed the business and moved to…
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It's Halloween! Yay! Usually (as in, the past 3 years), I do Halloween/horror/serial killer-themed posts. Since the latest "The Werewolf and . . ." story stretched out waaaaaaaaaay longer than I expected (thanks, Life!), I've been a bit behind. I do have a couple of posts, and I'll put them up later, but I have... Continue Reading →
I counted sixty seconds before I darted across the trail. I stopped at the edge of the woods and sniffed ahead, assuring myself that he was moving away from my position before I went any farther. And then I began to track him. He hiked deeper into the woods, away from the haunted trail, using... Continue Reading →