Assuming you didn’t get caught the first time, you’ll probably want to know how to do it better the next time you need to dispose of a victim’s body.
Luck isn’t always going to save you. There are far too many public cameras out there and too much science behind modern police investigations to guarantee anonymity or legal immunity. Proper preparation before a kill is the only way to ensure you stay out of trouble and well away from jail.
You’re among friends here. When I was starting my journey, resources for this subject were few and far between. No one showed me anything. I had to teach myself everything, learning all I could as I went along. I was so lucky not to get pinched. So, without prejudice, let me tell you about the things that made me into a successful serial killer today.
Basically, I’m a lazy person. It’s a character flaw. I’ve never grown out of it. Digging a hole is not my idea of fun. I’ve always taken the easy way out. I used to look for a ditch or a drain to hide a body. I was so naïve. Bloody foolish too. So self-centred. When I did my first one, I thought I was a goner for sure. Fortunately, rain fell between the moment I dumped the body and when it was found. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened. Any evidence left behind was washed away in the deluge. Convenient, right? It became my hallmark. And then I learned how to refine the process, using the weather forecasts to assist my cause.
My redeeming quality (if you could call it one) is that I have patience, lots of it. I can bite my tongue for almost forever. I’ll plan a murder years out and not say a thing to anyone about it before, during or after it. When my hatred is ripe and I’m seething with fury, I choose my place, time and the perfect person to receive its wrath. I kill with controlled passion.
What I do is a beautiful thing.
Having such a protracted time gap between murders adds confusion to investigations. Everyone expects recent events to trigger recent murders. That’s not the case here. My victims are those who crossed me decades ago. Like I said, I have patience, lots of it. This is my best weapon, my best defence.
Avoiding cameras and witnesses should also be taken into consideration.
In the USA, there are 92 people per square mile. If you discount dashcams, security CCTVs, and every mobile phone camera that’s out there, that’s 184 eyes looking around that mile at any one time. It’s almost impossible to do anything without someone knowing or photographing it. Get it wrong and it’s all over.
My killing ground has a much lower population density. There’s just 1 person in that same square mile. As a result of this wonderful statistic, I don’t do much with the bodies after I’m done with them. I leave them where they fall and then let nature do the rest. It works fine. In twenty years, I’ve not been caught… but I still choose my times and places for kills carefully.
The summers are stiflingly hot and humid in my hometown. A body that’s open to this climate decomposes fast. If I pick the right night to commit a murder, say, before a drenching thunderstorm, most of the evidence is destroyed immediately. A scorching sun burns off anything that’s left over. A half-melted body makes their time of death that much more difficult for those trying to figure it out.
And then there are the victims.
I choose strangers. They have no historical associations with me. We cross paths one time and that’s it. There isn’t any chain of links to follow. The victim merely resembles someone else I despise, that’s all. That’s why they appear to be totally random. In many aspects, they are.
The Bikeway Rapist gave me this idea. He got away with his folly for a long time. Police had absolutely no clue who did all those women. He made it hard for the police because he kept his victims random. But he did three things wrong: He always did what he did on a bikeway. He acted spontaneously, and he also let his victims live. The one set of eyes in that square mile that saw everything remained alive. All it took was someone’s great memory to change the game for our beloved comrade.
Bodies will always be found. The perfect hiding place for one doesn’t exist. If you can make it to a spot to hide one, someone else can make it there to find it too. Assume all bodies are findable, this way you can work on the elements of a murder you can control.
The moral of my story is: Don’t react immediately. Be patient. Let your rage simmer. Select a victim who isn’t the one you really want to kill but instead, someone who symbolises that person.
Kill those strangers in desolate places and let them drop just before the rain falls. The stipulations I have given here are many, I know, but I’m a seasoned killer. It has worked for me every single time. I’m a craftsman when it comes to murder.
Happy hunting! -A