Visionary- These serial killers suffer breaks from reality sometimes thinking a god or devil is compelling them to kill .David Berkowitz, “The Son of Sam” Killer is an example of this.
Mission Oriented- These killers believe their acts are helping to rid the world of something evil or unwanted. Some see themselves as curing society. A killer example of this would be Ted Kacynski, the unabomber.
Hedonistic- This killer seeks a thrill or a rush from killing. Killing for them is like a drug it sends them on a high they never want to come down from. There are three sub types of hedonistic killers; “comfort”, “thrill” , and “lust”
Lust- These are the most common type of serial killers. Killers that are motivated by sex and fulfilling their fantasy. It doesn’t matter if they body is living or not all that matter is that they get to relive their fantasy over and over again. Serial Killer Ted Bundy would be an example of this type of killer.
Power/ control- These killers kill in order to feel a sense of power or control they don;t have in their everyday lives. The act of taking someone’s life gives them that control they crave. Ted Bundy is also an example of this as he traveled the United States looking for women to control.
Media- Media killers are driven by publicity. They thrive on other knowing what they have done and seeing everyone’s reactions to their heinous deeds. They seek attention for their deeds and will continue to kill until that need for attention is fulfilled. The BTK killer is a killer who sought media attention for his crimes.
While studying law for his upcoming murder trial, Ted Bundy became distracted by a particular female paparazzi who he’d allowed to take pictures of him. When he’d read enough, he closed his books, went over to the camera and bared his teeth in an exaggerated grin, making the woman collapse in a fit of giggles. The photographer later said the serial killer was “The most attractive and charming man I’d ever spent 10 minutes with.”
This is no way to be Man ought to be free That man should be me Talk to the walls Echoes down the halls Dream of dreams An allusion freedom seems Write thoughts on paper by reams
Toilet flushes Water gushes Makes such a noise Lack of privacy annoys Nightime [sic] sounds Jailer makes rounds No freedom abounds Prisoners are clowns
So the night slowly passes No wine of wine glasses No girls to make passes Just us caged asses Cards are alright I play them all night
Sleep comes on slowly Read the words of the wholly The scriptures bring peace They talk of release They bring you to god I’m here that seems odd But His gift is so clear I find that He’s near Mercy and redemption Without an exception He puts me at ease Jailer, do what you please No harm can befall me When the Savior does call me
I look back on this day And what can I say More of my life wasted No freedom I’ve tasted 7:30 it’s chow time At that hour who feels fine Milk, mush, and toast Not much of to boast
Sweep the floors Talk of whores Hear the thunder of prison doors Do your chores Listen to bores How guys made scores Or escaped distant shores
I wrote a letter That made me feel better Words to the outside That’s how I keep my pride I write words of hope It’s really no soap I mean what I say Where there’s hope there’s a way I’ll be free someday
I sleep quite a lot Escape though it’s not In sleep I don’t care I forget the night mare The bars and the screams Are not in my dreams I don’t smoke cigarettes Or have sad regrets This sleep liberation Is tranquil salvation
- A poem by Ted Bundy sent to his friendand true crime writer Ann Rule.
Serial killer Ted Bundy was always aware that there was something wrong with him. Once, before flying to Seattle, he phoned his girlfriend for support. He was crying down the telephone and having trouble speaking. When he finally pulled himself together, he said: “I just can’t seem to connect with people. Sure I can hold doors open and smile and be charming, but when it comes to basic relationships I just don’t have it. There’s something wrong with me.”