not guilty by reason of insanity

Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI)

Less than 1 in 500 defendants enter a plea of NGRI, and over 90% of defendants that do enter this plea are found guilty. When a defendant is found NGRI they are not released back into society. Rather, he or she is sent to a specialised forensic hospital for a designated period of time. Depending on the offence, this can actually be longer than the sentence would have been if the person was found guilty and incarcerated. As with competency, being unable to understand the nature and consequences of the offence is not an easy threshold to reach. The defendant must be unduly impaired. In most cases these individuals are so out of contact with reality that they were not aware that they had committed a crime or that what they were doing was wrong. Those found NGRI, for this reason, usually have extensive histories of mental illness.

This Day in True Crime

9 February: mass murder in Wellington, NZ

On 9 February 1997, Stephen Lawrence Anderson (pictured above), a 34-year-old former psychiatric patient, shot and killed six of his family members with a 12-gauge shotgun at a family reunion following an argument with a relative. He was arrested on the same day, but during his trial, he was found not guilty by reason of insanity. In lieu of imprisonment in a penitentiary, Anderson was instead detained to a psychiatric hospital indefinitely.

Common misconceptions about the "Insanity Defense"

The “Insanity Defense” is the common term for the Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity plea/defense/verdict, abbreviated NGRI. 

Assumption: It happens all the time!

Fact: It only seems to happen often because high-profile NGRI cases are widely publicized. The actual number is much, much lower. A study conducted in Wyoming in 1981 found that people assumed the NGRI plea was used in half of all criminal cases and that it was successful in 20% of those cases. In reality, the plea was only entered by 102 of 22,102 felony defendants (roughly 0.5%) over a one-year period and was successful in only one case out of those 102 (roughly 0.00045% of total cases). Furthermore, a survey of the use of the insanity defense in eight states between 1976 and 1985 found that while the general public assumed the NGRI defense was used in 37% of cases, the actual rate was only 0.9%.

Assumption: Criminals found NGRI are immediately released back into the public!

Fact: Defendants found NGRI are remanded into secure psychiatric facilities to receive treatment, often for periods that are longer than incarceration in jail would have been for their crime. Steadman (1993) found that the average time of incarceration in secure psychiatric facilities for NGRI defendants in New York was 28.7 months. However, this data does not reflect all NGRI defendants, as the data was only available for patients that had been found NGRI and released; it did not account for defendants that were found NGRI and were still undergoing psychiatric treatment.

Assumption: The NGRI defense is only for rich people!

Fact: This assumption is probably related to the case of John Hinckley, the man who attempted to assassinate Ronald Reagan and was found NGRI. Hinckley’s family was extremely wealthy and paid tens of thousands of dollars for Hinckley to be evaluated by psychologists and psychiatrists. Because the case was so highly publicized, it became public opinion that it’s only for the rich. In actuality, the court must provide financial assistance and/or the means for psychological/psychiatric evaluation in the event that a defendant wishes to plead NGRI but does not have the financial means to undergo testing.

It is also important to note that NGRI is not necessarily related to competency to stand trial. Incompentency to Stand Trial (IST) is concerned with the defendants mental faculties and capabilities to understand legal proceedings at the time of the trial. NGRI is concerned with mental faculties and the ability to understand the criminality/wrongfulness of one’s actions at the time of the crime.

(All statistics found in Chapter 8 of Psychology and the Legal System: Seventh Edition by Edie Greene and Kirk Heilburn.)

Let’s face it, we bookworms tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves, when it comes to our reading, because we’re weird like that, but in a good way. And, the truth is that reading should always be fun. Guilt free. ALL THE FUN SO MUCH OF THE FUN BECAUSE WORDS ON PAGES *insert screech* You know what I’m talking about. So I thought that compiling a list of the reasons that bookworms feel guilty and why they should just stop would be a great idea

  1. Not reaching our Goodreads challenge/lowering our goal for the year

In the past few years, the Goodreads challenge has become a staple of measuring achievement when it comes to reading. It has become insanely popular and it’s honestly such a good tool to keep track of everything you’re reading. But it also adds an immense amount of pressure. I’ve been there. When December rolls around and you see that you’re to the Goodreads challenge what Pluto is to being a planet in the Solar System (a.k.a. not even close; also VIVA LA PLUTO because Pluto deserved better smh), the panic sets in. You’re left with two options: lowering your goal or not finishing the challenge. Both make you feel like crap. But honestly, life makes us feel like crap far too many times, thank you very much, so let’s not let reading add to the ever growing pile of crap, am I right?

There’s no reason to feel guilty. If you read one book that year, you’re still a bookworm and it’s still a HUGE achievement. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t reach your challenge. It’s just a stupid tracking tool on the internet, it’s not something to measure your worth as a reader or as a person. You’re still awesome, even if you read just a page. Even one page counts. We’re busy, school and work get in the way 99% of the times. Unexpected life events occur. Shit happens. It’s normal and it’s expected, because life is fun and all that jazz.

Also, may I suggest a great idea: set your goal to one book for the year. Boom! Pressure off. You’ll still be able to see what books you read, how many pages and all that jazz, with the bonus that you don’t feel like hyperventilating every time you open your Goodreads account

  2. Not finishing books (the dreaded DNF)

Let me tell you something right off the bat: life is too short to waste on books that you’re not enjoying. Yes, I know, if you’re like me, you die a little on the inside every time you are at that point where you want to scream at the book you’re reading: BUT WHY ARE YOU NOT GOOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME WHO DID I OFFEND IN A PREVIOUS LIFE FML FML. It’s a reality. But let’s face it: you’re not going to enjoy every single book you pick up. It’s just not written in the stars. Which is why it’s perfectly acceptable to just…stop reading it. Put it down. Hug a kitten. Contemplate the universe. Leave it be. Maybe pick it up at a later time, maybe not. But don’t feel guilty. You didn’t disappoint the book, yourself, the book gods or literature as a whole. It just wasn’t meant to be and you should never force yourself to read a book you’re not enjoying. In my case, every time I force myself to keep going with a book I’m not enjoying, I tent to end up in The-Thing-That-Should-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. the Book Slump™. Just…no.

  3. Not reading classics

80% of the classics I’ve read have bored me to tears. I mean. I want me some dragons, magic and lost princesses. There are no such things in most classics (a huge oversight on the part of the writers, but I’m not pointing fingers). I’ve stumbled upon some that I really enjoyed, but too few to really make me actively pursue reading classics. The trouble is that a lot of people cringe so badly when you tell them that you don’t read classics.

“So yeah, I don’t really read or like classics”
“Um, I just..don’t really enjoy them/relate to the stories/want to live while I’m reading them”

Whenever people react like this, it puts me off reading classics even more, because I hate judgy people. But I digress. My point is, the amount of classics that you read or don’t read doesn’t indicate how “good” of a reader you are (fyi, there are no good or bad readers imo). It’s just indicative of the genres you enjoy reading. That is all. People who read classics aren’t THE BEST BOOKWORMS™. They’re just people. Like you.

  4. Rereading books

I will shout this from the rooftops: I LOVE REREADING BOOKS. It’s something so refreshing and comfortable to go back to a book universe you fell in love with. To revisit favourite characters and go on adventures with them again. I reread at least a few books every year. Last year, I actively tried to reread at least one book each month. It was so much fun!

Rereading books can get you out of The Slump™. Rereading books is an excellent alternative for when you can’t afford to buy new books because stupid life costs money booooo. Rereading can be so insightful, because you notice so many things you missed on your first (or second, or third or…you get my drift) read. Rereading can be a whole new experience years after reading that book for the first time. Rereading a certain book can be the best for you at a certain time, because everything is familiar and safe. Rereading is absolutely no reason to feel guilty – people usually say they’re wasting time when they’re rereading (um, no), missing out on new releases (they’ll still be there a week later when you finish rereading your favourite book thank you very much), they fear not liking it as much the second time around (fine, I’ll give you this, it’s a possibility, BUT I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE). Long story short: reread more books 2k17.

  5. Neglecting books because life

We’re bookworms, yes. But we’re also People Who Need To Live and Function in Society. What does this mean? That we sometimes don’t have that much time to read (I know, it’s just so rude). Days may pass when we don’t read at all. Weeks. Sometimes months. Years? (all my college years were spent reading almost academic books exclusively; it was a dark time in my life). But that’s okay. There’s no reason to feel guilty for doing our best to live out lives. Doing that sometimes implies giving up certain things, because we simply don’t have the time or energy to do them. That doesn’t make us bad people or bad readers. Your books will still be waiting for you when you have the time to devote them your full attention. Books don’t judge.

Surprisingly or not, this is just part one. I have many feelings about this particular topic, because I really really want people to read books guilt free. And live the bookworm life to the fullest

I’d love to hear your thoughts on these points. And if there was ever a time you felt guilty for something book related

Happy reading, bookish people <3


1. Don’t Panic: If you’re reading this, you’re upset that you failed the class, and it’s good that you care. Don’t freak out, it’s not the end of the world. You either did or didn’t try your best, but there’s not much you can do about that now. 

2. Meet with an Advisor: There will be two options - either re-take the class, or move on (if it’s not an essential one). The plus-side to retaking is that it’ll be easier the second time around, the downside being that it’s going to take up time you could be using for another class. Moving on is a good option if it’s not going to mess up your GPA. 

3. Make a Plan:First of all, there’s a reason you failed. Figure out what that reason is. Was the class hard? Did you have extenuating circumstances? Or did you just not work hard enough? Regardless of the reason, figure out how you’re not going to fail again. 

4. Don’t Feel Guilty: It’s hard not to feel bad when you’re using your parents money for college, or you’re dealing with insane loans. But, you have to just move on. Continually stressing about it won’t change the failing grade, it’ll more likely contribute to future stress.

On 19th August 1989, 28 year old Daniel Rakowitz murdered his 26 year old girlfriend and flatmate Monika Beerle, a dance student, in New York City. They had apparently had an argument which led to Beerle demanding he left the apartment, to which he retaliated by hitting her forcefully in the throat with a blunt object. The trauma to her trachea ultimately led to death shortly afterwards. However, far from feeling remorseful for his actions, Rakowitz proceeded to dismember and cannibalise her deceased body. He later boasted to a friend that he had boiled her head and made soup with her brain, adding that it “tasted pretty good”. He had also apparently handed out the remnants of this soup to the homeless.

After receiving word of the murder, police pursued Rakowitz and took him into custody. After openly discussing his dedication to devil worship, he did not deny the accusations of murder against him and willingly led police to Monika’s bones which he had stored inside a bucket after boiling and bleaching them. He was found not guilty by reason of insanity on 22nd February 1991 and was consigned to a state psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane instead of receiving a prison sentence. In 2004, Rakowitz was determined by a jury to no longer be a dangerous threat to society, but his mental illness is still acknowledged and so he remains at the Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center in New York.


Deena Schlosser: Hell’s Own Angel

On November 22, 2004, the police dispatch officer in Plano, Texas, received a strange and troubling phone call from a frightened pre-school teacher. Though the caller refused to divulge her name, she told the officer on the line that one of the children who attended the daycare was in grave danger of being killed by her mother. The anxious caller insisted the police ring Deena Schlosser, a well known town eccentric, and ask her about the welfare of her young daughter, Margaret. Keen to ease the caller’s fears, the dispatch officer dutifully rang Schlosser and asked her if everything was alright. Deena simply sighed deeply and replied over the phone “I cut off my daughter’s arms. She is dead now. Thank you Jesus”

A police squad was immediately sent to the Schlosser house. Deena’s husband was away, and she was caring for their three children alone. When officers entered the home they discovered a very calm and serene Deena sitting on the sofa, covered in blood. She was singing hymns, stroking her arms, and seemed quite unaware of her surroundings. When police asked to see baby Margaret she led them to her bedroom, where they found the baby sprawled on the bed. Margaret’s arms had been removed just below the shoulder, and sadly she had died from her injuries. Deena was heard chanting “Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord” as police led her to a car. Two other daughters whom were in the house at the time were unharmed.

From her first interview it became apparent that Deena Schlosser was in the grips of psychosis; she talked told a psychiatrist that God told her to cut off her baby’s arms and that Margaret spoke to her from heaven. Deena spoke of seeing a news story on television about a boy who was mauled by lions, and decided the apocalypse would happen unless she “gave” Margaret to God. A look at her medical records showed a long history of depression, paranoia, and post-partum psychosis. Just a day after Margaret’s birth Deena attempted to kill herself, and had attempted to give the baby to strangers on a number of occasions. During her psychiatric assessment, it came out that Deena’s husband John had narcissistic personality traits and didn’t try to find help for her or a safe place for their children. On the day Margaret died, John Schlosser was supposed to pick her up and take her out so Deena could attend a bipolar group therapy session.

Unsurprisingly, Deena Schlosser was found not guilty by reason of insanity and sent to a mental institution. While she was there she allegedly befriended famous child-killer Andrea Yates, and the two shared a room. Because her sentence did not carry a minimum term period, Deena was declared mentally competent just six years after killing Margaret, and sent to an outpatient program. In 2010 she completed all her outpatient programs and entered the world a free woman, albeit one that must take her daily medication or otherwise face imprisonment.

Not Too Insane For You


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Summary:  Dr. Sam Winchester is a forensic psychologist who specializes in the criminally insane committed for life at a local asylum in Lawrence, Kansas. The reader killed her entire family and then burned down her childhood home to cover the evidence. She was recently found not guilty by reason of insanity and ordered by the court to be committed to the asylum for the rest of her life. Dr. Winchester is assigned the reader’s case and his primary goal is to help her work through her issues so that she can come to terms with her crimes and underlining mental illness. But when his continued interactions with her ultimately lead to him falling in love with her, it puts his career in dire jeopardy. Will Sam choose to follow his career path as it was meant to be? Or will he choose to follow his heart?


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

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“I can’t believe you’re even considering this,” she says, arms crossed defensively.

“I can’t believe you’re not,” he says as arranges the slides into a case.

“Mulder, wait,” she says firmly. “Are we even going to talk about this?” she asks.

“What’s there to talk about, Scully?” he says as he slips a lid over the top.

“What’s there to talk about?” she echoes, incredulous that she would even have to ask. “He’s lying Mulder, saying whatever he has to to get what he wants.”

He stops, looking at her head on for the first time since they got back to his apartment. His eyes dart, gray green flashes searching her face.

“None of this matters if I don’t have you. Do you understand that?”

“If you do this and what Diana said is true…” she draws in a long, shaky breath, tears brimming. “We can’t let the whole world die for a little temporary bliss.”

He sees her internal struggle, the way she has taken up his mantle and carried it just as steadfastly as he. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, pressing her flush against the strong planes of his chest. His heart feels like a bass drum against her cheek.

“We’ll find another way, you and I. But right now, you, you and this baby are the only ones I care about.”

His words vibrate through her. 

Another way. Another way. Another way.

“Promise me, Mulder,” she whispers against his heather gray t-shirt. “We talk before anything is done.”

“Okay,” he says as he palms the back of her head, her hair slipping through his fingers. “Okay, I promise. I promise you.”

Weeks pass without a word from Old Smokey, but the silence is anything but easy. The tension and Scully’s belly both seem to grow exponentially. He is a satellite, circling her at all times, following, trailing, sending silent signals through the air and hoping they are not lost.

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Theresa Saldana became known for her roles in Raging Bull and I Wanna Hold your Hand, but it was her role in the film, Defiance, which gained her the unwanted attention of an obsessive fan called Arthur Richard Jackson, who was from Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1982. He travelled to America and hired a private investigator who managed to obtain the phone number of Saldana’s mother. He called her up under the pretence of being an assistant for a director who wanted to offer Saldana a role in an upcoming movie. Her mother gave Jackson the address and he made his way to her home and waited outside for her to exit, where he stabbed her 10 times. The attack was so vicious that the blade of the knife bent. Saldana miraculously survived this attack due to a deliveryman called Jeffrey Fenn, who witnessed the attack and managed to subdue Jackson. He was sentenced to 12 years imprisonment, and while there, he continually sent threatening letters to Saldana and also Fenn, who rescued her. After being released, he was extradited to the UK to stand trial for an earlier, unrelated, murder. He was found not-guilty by reason of insanity and was confined to a psychiatric hospital until his death in 2004.

anonymous asked:

Did Harry Thaw shoot the wrong architect?

Who knows!

Thaw shot and killed Stanford White as a result of his jealousy over the relationship between his wife, Evelyn Nesbit, and White. After one hung jury, he was found not guilty by reason of insanity. Years later, White’s son Lawrence Grant White would write, “On the night of June 25th, 1906, while attending a performance at Madison Square Garden, Stanford White was shot from behind [by] a crazed profligate whose great wealth was used to besmirch his victim’s memory during the series of notorious trials that ensued.” via

Stanford White was an American architect and partner in the architectural firm McKim, Mead & White, the frontrunner among Beaux-Arts firms. He designed a long series of houses for the rich, and numerous public, institutional, and religious buildings. His design principles embodied the “American Renaissance”.

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Story of my Life

Chapter 20

A/N:  So.  Here it is.  The final chapter of Story of my Life.  Roughly 84,000 fairly cohesive words.  I have never written anything this long before AND this one wouldn’t have happened without the encouragement and support of quite a few people.  So thank you so very much for believing in me and prodding me to continue. @irish-nlessing, @aggresivelyfriendly, @squirrely83, @lucyvanpelt78, @the-well-rested-one

I have the best betas in the world. They are phenomenally talented writers who share their time and opinions with me.  You ladies make me smile on the daily:  @whoopsharrystyles and @melissas173

Finally, none of this would have seen the light of day if not for the handholding and counselling and faith of my beautiful friend Alex ( @niallandharrymakemestrong).  I still can’t believe that she actually talks to me. 

Okay.  Enough preachifying.  When we left off, they were about to meet THE GIRL…

Wednesday morning found Kacey, Harry, and Clarissa sat in the office of Amelia Williams, the Crown Prosecutor.  After offering them something to drink, she glanced at DCI Sheppard before continuing.

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Title: Not Too Insane For You

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“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, this court finds you not guilty by reasons of insanity. It is my decision as the judge presiding over this case that a prison sentence would not reach you on the level that it would a typical convicted felon. Therefore I hereby order you committed for life to the Mandrel Institute Of Behavioral Health and Wellness in Lawrence, Kansas.”

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“The more I looked at people the more I hated them.” — Charles Starkweather

Charles Starkweather, born in Lincoln, Nebraska, on November 24, 1938, was a rebellious teenager who became a high school dropout at the age of 16. But things began to take a turn for the worst… In 1957, he killed a gas station attendant. The following year, Starkweather embarked on a murderous rampage with his girlfriend Caril Ann Fugate, that would leave 10 people dead, including Fugate’s family. When Starkweather killed his last victim, shoe salesman Merle Collison, a police chase ensued, ending in his surrender. Starkweather pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity, but was found guilty and sentenced to death. On June 25, 1959, he was finally executed. Fugate claimed that she was a hostage, but was later found guilty. She was only 14 years old when she participated in the murders, so she was given a life sentence and was paroled in June 1976.

Blood and Coca-Cola: The Story of Richard Trenton Chase, The Vampire of Sacrimento

Richard Chase believed that his heart would stop sometimes, that the bones in his skull shifted, that if he held two oranges against his head his brain would absorb the vitamin C.

He also claimed that someone stole his pulmonary artery. Chase believed that Nazis and extraterrestrials were poisoning him, causing the blood to dissolve from his veins.

Richard Chase believed that if he didn’t drink blood he would die.

Chase started out life with three characteristics said to be common among serial killers: he abused animals, was a bed wetter and liked to set fires. His father was described as violent and abusive.

During his adolescence, Chase abused alcohol and drugs. While Chase was attracted to women he found he was impotent and incapable of having an erection.

Chase was sent to counseling and was told his problem was suppressed anger.

After high school, Chase moved into an apartment with some friends but the arrangement didn’t last long. Chase was often drunk or high on LSD or weed. He also walked around the apartment naked even if his roommates had visitors.

When asked to leave, he refused. His roommates left instead, leaving Chase alone in the apartment.

Chase began to catch animals and eviscerate them. Sometimes he would eat their flesh raw.

Chase also concocted an interesting smoothie by putting their organs in a blender with Coca-Cola. He believed that drinking the Coca-Cola and animal organ mixture would prevent his heart from shrinking.

Chase was admitted to a mental institution in 1975. He became sick from injecting rabbit blood into his veins. His father had to take him to the emergency room and Chase was admitted to the mental institution from there.

Staff at the mental institution found Chase with his mouth covered in blood. He claimed he cut himself shaving. The staff found out that he was catching birds through the window of his room, drinking their blood and throwing their bodies out of the window. Chase earned the nickname “Dracula.”

Chase later said that he also fed his need for blood by injecting the blood of therapy dogs with syringes stolen from the doctors’ offices.

Chase was diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic, prescribed medication and released.

Back at home, Chases’ mother took him off his meds because she thought that they were turning her son into a “zombie.”

Chase’s ’ parents continued to support him and got him his own apartment. On his own, Chase’s thirst for blood resurfaced, shifting from zombie back to vampire.

He trapped, tortured, killed and ate dogs and cats. Chase made some phone calls to neighbors sometimes to let them know that he ate their pet.

Besides blood and guts, Chase was also obsessed with guns. He bought many handguns and practiced shooting on a regular basis.

Another obsession for Chase was the Hillside Strangler case that was current news at the time. Chase believed that the Hillside Strangler was also being poisoned by the Nazis and extraterrestrials.

Chase also had a disregard for personal hygiene. He became dirty and emaciated.

Chase went to his mother’s house with a dead cat. When she answered the door, he shoved the cat in her face. He then threw it down on the porch, tore it open with his bare hands and smeared the blood all over his face and hands. Chase’s mother didn’t report it.

Nevada state police found Chase near Pyramid Lake naked, screaming and covered in blood. The officers had seen Chase’s car, a Ford Ranchero, stuck in a sand drift.

Inside the car, they found a pile of clothes, two rifles and a bucket of blood with a liver inside. The liver was later determined to be a cow’s liver.

When asked where the blood came from, Chase claimed it leaked out of his body.

In December 1977, Richard Chase also started to go shooting - in residential neighborhoods. His first time out he shot into a random home of a Sacramento woman. No one was harmed and police found the slug.

But … Chase was just warming up. Two days later, on December 29, 1977, Chase would commit his first murder by drive-by shooting.

Ambrose Griffin, age 51, was shot and killed by Chase as he was bringing groceries into his house.

It was determined that the bullet came from a .22 caliber rifle. The bullet matched the one found in the Sacramento woman’s house.

Some interesting events occurred leading up to Chase’s second murder.

In January of 1978, Chase’s first recorded incident of the New Year was an assault on a neighbor. He asked her for a cigarette, then restrained her until she gave him a whole pack.

Chase continued prowling the quiet neighborhoods of Sacramento. On January 11, two weeks after the altercation with his neighbor, Chase attempted to break into a house. He later told police that he found the door locked. Chase interpreted a locked door as a sign that he wasn’t welcome and that an unlocked door was a sign that he was welcome.

He found an unlocked home to enter. Chase stole some of their valuables, urinated in a draw of baby clothes and defecated on a bed. The couple returned home from grocery shopping to see Chase coming from the back of the house. The husband tried to stop him but Chase got away.

Chase entered the home of Teresa and David Wallin on January 23, 1978. Wallin, age 22 and three months pregnant, was taking out the trash when she met Richard Chase at the door. Chase shot her three times, then dragged Wallin into the bedroom. Chase stabbed her multiple times with a butcher knife as he had sex with her corpse. Wallin was found by her husband in the bedroom with her pants around her ankles, legs spread and sweater pulled up over her breasts. Her left nipple was cut off and her intestines were pulled out of her abdomen. An empty yogurt container was found near the body with some blood at the bottom of it. Dog feces was shoved down her throat.

Chase committed his last murders on Jan. 27. Evelyn Miroth, age 38, had been babysitting her 20-month-old nephew David Ferrara. A friend, Danny Meredith, age 51, was also visiting and Miroth’s son Jason, age 6, was also home.

The group was found dead by a concerned neighbor when Jason Miroth failed to show up for a play date with her daughter. Danny Meredith had been shot in the head with a .22 caliber handgun, Evelyn Miroth was found in her bedroom eviscerated like Teresa Wallin. Chase had sodomized her corpse. Her son Jason was found on the other side of the bed shot to death. David Ferrara was missing.

Chase left behind hand prints and a bloody shoe print.

Chase drank Miroth’s blood. He took David Ferrara into the bathroom, opening up his head and spilling pieces of brain into the tub. It may have been a knock at the door that caused Chase to run out of the house with the body. Chase took the baby’s body home with him and decapitated it. He then ate little David Ferrara’s organs.

Police were closing in on Chase. Eyewitnesses provided a description and the FBI had developed a profile.

Chase recognized and approached an old classmate, Nancy Holden, at a local shopping center. Holden didn’t recognize the filthy disheveled stranger until he asked, “Were you on the motorcycle when Kurt was killed?” Holden had dated a boy named Kurt who was killed in a motorcycle accident. She asked Chase who he was and was shocked when he replied, “Rick Chase.”

The person standing in front of her bore no resemblance to the Rick Chase she knew from high school. Holden spoke to Chase briefly looking for a way to get away from him. She described him as behaving agitated and nervous. Chase followed Holden into the store parking lot but she managed to jump in her car and drive away.

Holden had read about the crimes in the newspaper. She recognized Chase from the description of a dirty, disheveled, tall, skinny man in an orange parka who had been seen in the neighborhoods where the crimes were committed. Chase fit the description right down to the orange parka he had been wearing when he approached her in the store. Holden reported Chase to the police.

When detectives looked into Chase’s background, they found that a .22 caliber semiautomatic handgun had been registered to a Richard Chase, his history of mental illness, a concealed weapons charge, some minor drug busts and his arrest in Nevada. Detectives found out his address and went to the apartment complex on Watt Avenue, apartment number 15.

When Chase didn’t answer the door, detectives pretended to leave but waited for Chase outside. Chase came out of the building holding a large box and detectives closed in. Chase put up a struggle but they managed to arrest him. They noted dark stains on Chase’s orange parka and that his shoes were bloody. Dan Meredith’s wallet was also found in Chase’s back pocket along with a pair of latex gloves. The box contained, bloody rags and paper.

At the station, Chase wouldn’t talk about the murders He would only admit to killing several dogs. Police went to Chase’s apartment to search it.

Detectives were horrified at what they found. The apartment had a horrible smell and there was blood everywhere. There were dishes in the kitchen with body parts in them, one with human brain tissue in it. There was also a calendar with the word “today” scrawled over the dates of the Wallin and Miroth murders as well as 44 more dates.

The body of David Ferrara was found on March 24. Chase had left the child’s remains in a box beside a church where it was found by a janitor. David had suffered multiple stab wounds and a gun shot to the head.

Chase pled guilty by reason of insanity. But, believe it or not, was judged sane by the jury. He was sentenced to death and sent to San Quentin State Penitentiary.

FBI profiler Robert Ressler interviewed Richard Chase in prison. Chase told Ressler that he drank blood to sustain his life and that Nazis and extraterrestrials were poisoning him through his soap dish. Chase explained that if the soap is wet and gooey underneath, that this indicates the presence of the poison but if the dish underneath is dry there is no poison. It’s the poison that turns blood into powder, he said. The powder then depletes your energy and starts to eat away at your body. Chase took a handful of macaroni and cheese out of his pocket and told Ressler to have it analyzed for poison.

Richard Chase committed suicide. He died on December 26, 1980, having overdosed on his psychiatric meds which he had been storing up.


On January 23, 1989, the day before Ted’s execution, Dr. Dorothy Otnow Lewis visited with him for more than four hours. Lewis later wrote in her book, Guilty by Reason of Insanity, that as she left the interview room “he bent down and kissed me on the cheek. With that I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek exactly as he had kissed me. And that is how I became the last woman to kiss Ted Bundy.“

She’s Something Else

Chapter 7
“Not Too Insane For You“


Word Count: 1,894

Beta: @abbessolute & @idreamofhazel​ [LOVE YA SISTERS!]


Summary: Reader, despite the voice’s protests and threats, decides to open up to Sam about everything, ready to seek the help that Sam has been desperately offering. Sam starts to sees her in a different light.

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Dr. Kathleen Hagen was a medical professional who killed her parents by asphyxiating them, using a plastic bag and a pillow to smother them as they slept. She had returned to her parents home in order to care for them as their health began to deteriorate with age, but soon the chronic depression that she had been a long term sufferer of began to deepen with the added stress of her parents chronic illness.

Hagen began to experience what are known as ‘command hallucinations’ along with delusions of reference. Command hallucinations are auditory hallucinations that consist of a voice commanding the individual to carry out specific instructions. In this case it was a male voice commanding Hagen to kill her parents in order for the three of them to achieve the happiness that she had so long hoped for.

As a result of these symptoms psychiatrists assessing her for the trial agreed that she was psychotic at the time the crimes took place. The judge determined that she was not guilty by reason of insanity and instead of being sent prison was sent to a state mental health institution for an unspecified period of time.