Serial Killers Describe What it Feels Like to Kill

Most of us will never know how it feels to take another human life; if there’s some intangible sensation that comes with watching someone breathe their last breath and knowing it’s because of something you’ve done. Luckily, most serial killers are very chatty after they’ve been arrested. Maybe it’s because they crave attention, or they just don’t know what else to talk about other than their horrific pastime.
Depending on who’s doing the talking, listening to killers describe their crimes can be anything from exciting to sickening to just plain boring. It’s hard to say if it’s worse when a killer is so tired of talking about their victims that they basically yawn through their interviews, or if watching a killer re-live their greatest moments is giving them a perverse pleasure. Oh well. So what does it feel like to kill? Why not let these professionals fill you in?
Every serial killer describes death differently. Guys like Ted Bundy and Richard Ramirez believe that they’re the star of the show so every word they say is embellished in some form of a lie. A good rule of thumb for those guys is when they start talking about “being God,” or pontificating on the virtues of good and evil, it’s okay to check out and look at your phone. But when a guy like Jeffrey Dahmer begins to discuss his murders you can tell that he’s being straightforward. Maybe it’s his Midwestern demeanor, or maybe his dad glasses make us trust him a little more than we should. Either way, enjoy these killers talking about murder.

First, I stripped her naked. How she did kick, bite, and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take the meat to my rooms, cook, and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body.
I did not f*ck her, though I could have if I wished. She died a virgin.
I don’t like killin’ the girls that we bring here, but occasionally things happen. What can I say? I would really hate to have to dump that pretty little body off in a canyon somewhere, to rot. I’m not trying to scare you. That’s just the way it is.
David Parker Ray, the Toy Box Killer, was more into drug- and trauma-induced mind control and rape than he was killing, but that didn’t stop him from slaughtering countless women.
I was literally singing to myself on my way home, after the killing. The tension, the desire to kill a woman had built up in such explosive proportions that when I finally pulled the trigger, all the pressures, all the tensions, all the hatred, had just vanished, dissipated, but only for a short time.
The Screen-Door Intruder is an edgy quote machine, but most of them are just regurgitated pieces of nonsense about good and evil that sound like they were written on a 13-year-old’s binder. But this quote from his trial is actually pretty good.
While being escorted to a jail bus following his verdict, Ramirez snickered and said, “Big deal. Death always went with the territory. See you in Disneyland.”
I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex for each one, put in the upper portion of the body and boiled that for about two hours and then the lower portion for another two hours. The Soilex removes all the flesh, turns it into a jelly like-like substance and it just rinses off.
Then I laid the clean bones in a light bleach solution, left them there for a day and spread them out on either newspaper or cloth and let them dry for about a week in the bedroom.
“All the police are going to get me for is running a funeral parlor without a license.”
How wrong he would be.
One side of me says, I’d like to talk to her, date her. The other side says, I wonder how her head would look on a stick.”
“I robbed them, I killed them as cold as ice, and I’d do it again too.”
If you’re not familiar with Wuornos, she was sentenced to death for killing seven men in Florida between 1989 and 1990. At various times in her trial, she said the men attempted to rape her, and she also said that she killed them for fun.
Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession. When you feel the last breath of life coming out of the woman, you look into her eyes. At the point, it’s being God.”
I took the right leg of that woman’s body, from the knee to the hip [and] took the fat off. When I bit into it [another girl] just urinated right there.” Shawcross would later go on insist that he believes that when he was on his murder spree he thought he was: “Killing my mother.  The things I was eating, I thought it was my mother.”