Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 101 - The Candyman Killer: Houston's Nightmare

Episode Date: August 20, 2018

Dean Arnold Corll. The Candyman Killer. A Texas momma’s boy who first made friends with local kids by handing out candy from his family’s Houston candy store like the absolute creep he was. A man who then groomed a teen boy to be his murder, rape, and torture accomplice and then convinced a second teen boy to also help them; a second boy who would eventually shoot Dean dead. Before getting shot, Dean killed at least twenty-nine Houston area teens between 1970 and 1973, most dying just about the worst death imaginable on his homemade “torture board”. This monster was America's most prolific serial killer at the time of his death and we explore the events surrounding his life and terrible deeds on another true crime edition of Timesuck. Timesuck brought to you today by Hims! Go to www.forhims.com/timesuck for a trial month of Hims for just $5! Timesuck brought to you by Leesa! Go to www.Leesa.com/timesuck to get $160 off a kick-ass mattress!! Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 3000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

Dean Arnold Coral, the candy man killer, a Texas mama's boy who first made friends with local kids by handin' out candy from his family's Houston candy store like an absolute cartoonishly creepy dirt bag. The man who then groomed a teen boy to be his murder rape and torture accomplice. He then convinced a second teen boy to also be his murder rape and torture accomplice, a second boy who would eventually shoot Dean dead. But not before Dean killed at least 28 Houston area teens between 1970 and 1973, most dying just about the worst death imaginable on his homemade torture board.

We take a look today into the life and times and crimes of someone who initially did not seem destined for life of sadism and debauchery. His mom opened a family candy store for God's sake. Despite no history of suffering abuse himself, Dean developed a dark talent for manipulating and abusing others. Over the course of this podcast, I become pretty jaded towards true crime, but this story really pulled me in. It has some strange twists and turns in it, and a happy ending in the sense that the bad guy eventually does get killed. Not as good as the bad guy, you know, dying before becoming a really bad guy, but a lot better than him getting away with it.

And a little more satisfying than him just hanging around watching TV in prison right now. Murder, torture, abduction, and some super sketchy early 1970s Texas police work all examined today in another true crime edition of Time Suck. Happy Monday Time Suckers, Hail Nymrod! Hail Luciferina, Praisevo Jangels, Triple M. Dan Cummins, AKA the Lord and Master of all, sucked them. The master sucker. And you are listening to time suck. Welcome back to a somewhat normal log entry into the annals of the cult of the curious. The last suck was something else, right? Apologies, right off the bat for the aggressive air banjoing. So many air banjo solos. So loud. Just know that I know how annoying that was. Whiskey, man. Gets me all riled up. Sorry for all the yelling. So much yelling. I did have

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So hoping, you know, those were awesome. Now that you'll be hearing this after those shows, already hoping I never do three shows of stand up on a Saturday. Again, even if all three shows were fun. Too many shows for one day and I did have a great time in West Palm for sure. Now that that has officially happened in my life, now since these things are recorded a little out of order sometimes and and I have some time sucker update just so you know at the end of the show about you know kind of feedback from the drunk suck. I know it was a hit for many not as much for some and I appreciate all the feedback

and but for the most part everybody really really loved the the difference there to kind of shaking things up a bit. Really hoping to see a bunch of you in a Denver at Comedy Works downtown for the Flatters tour this weekend. Really really hope I see a ton of you on Sunday for the live Narco Satanist suck. Adolfo Constantzo, molded leather jacket wearing leader of a group of satanic drug dealers who sacrificed random people. They kidnapped, sacrificed them to the devil in exchange exchange for what they thought was a magical powers Drink potions and shit

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The details of his suicide are being kept private. Just want to take a minute again to remind each and every one of you that you are never alone. Time suck has become a second family for many of us. And while our family is dark and weird and we joke a lot, we do take suicide and all of life challenges seriously. And as I said last week, we are donating some of the spaces or patrons support this month to the suicide prevention lifeline in Andrews name and honor. And again, that number is 1-800-273-TALK 1-800-273-8255. Link in the episode description for that. Don't hesitate to call that number if you need to. Nimrod, he wants you to.

Lucephina, she thinks it's brave and sexy for you to call and get help if you need it. Take care of yourselves, time suckers. And now time to dive into someone who Nimrod did not want to take care of himself. Real life monster, Goddeen Arnold Coral, Houston's notorious candy man killer. Like the toybox killer, like Andre, what is big deal? Chicatilo. I can't believe I'd never heard of the candy man prior to this year. I guess I, I guess prior to this podcast, I wasn't as much of a true crime nerd as I thought

it was. When he died in 1973, the Candyman was deemed to be America's most prolific serial killer. He took almost 30 teen boys that we know of off the streets of Houston. And his crimes have received surprisingly little national press. Further surprising to me is that the kids he took weren't kids out there walking the streets. Not that that would make it remotely acceptable. It's not about, it's just that they were at risk youth, which is a typical.

A lot of the kids he took were from happy homes. And again, usually predators like that prey on kids without families or with families who are less likely to look harder than their disappearances. Kids who have already run away. He wasn't taking run away. He wasn't, he wasn't taking run away. He wasn't taking teen prostuits.

He was taking kids from totally, kind of normal working class homes, unlike, you know, like Gacy. John Wayne Gacy. The candy man took kids who were, you know, just going out to watch a movie with a girlfriend, kids who were just riding their bikes around the neighborhood, walking home from work,

maybe looking to have a few beers, smoke a little weed with a few kids at their own age. And the couple of kids at their own age, sometimes going to hang out with, where kids they often knew from school and neighborhood, kids who then talked them into meeting up with Dean, the candy man, which also makes them unique as these teen accomplices.

These kids would talk them into either getting into Dean's van or meeting back at Dean's place to party. And then within hours or even minutes of meeting Dean, they found themselves tied to his torture board, being raped, tortured, humiliated, and preposterously-solicistic ways. And then almost every case, they found themselves, you know, soon also being murdered. The real candy man, way scarier than the movie version that I watched back when I was a freshman in high school, Sam River High, Ghost savages! Back in 1992, and that too was scary. Let's start at the beginning today,

with a candy man back with a monster, appear to be just a sweet little newborn baby, in today's time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots soldier, we're marching down a time, time, time line. Dean Arnold Coral born in Fort Wayne, Indiana on Christmas Eve, 1939. Christmas Eve Halloween would be so much more fitting. He's the first child born to Mary Robinson and Arnold Edwin Coral.

He was shy. His mother doded on him. His father was supposedly strict and according to someone close to the family, he did not appreciate children. Not a great dad quality, I guess it was, I feel like there was probably a fair amount of that. Back in the 40s and stuff. It wasn't a lot of warm dads back then. For a Wayne man, there used to be a comedy club in Fort Wayne.

A notorious dump of a club. It's no longer there. I never worked it, but I did stop by. That's what I think of every time I hear Fort Wayne. I stopped by and I watched a show one night years ago with another comic, I've turned some colleges in the Midwest, had a night off, me and this other comic who long since as quit comedy, we played a game of what we called hack bingo in the back of the room, which was such a dick thing to do.

We made a three by three mini bingo grid and filled each of the nine squares with something we considered to be hacky and comedy, you know, like something unoriginal or pandering that a lot of comics, you know, would do, like, you know, one square might be, let's give around a plow for our troops, which is a nice thing to do. But shitty comics who could not get a plow's breaks off of actual comedic material would do that just to make some noise in the room Like just to get the audience on their side whether they gave a shit about troops or not Another square might be right ladies You know possibly followed by something the effective like you don't need a man when you got a dildone a nice bottle of wine right ladies

Some corny like that or or or just jokes that I'd heard a hundred different comics tell like this is in the town This is a truck stop that got out of hand. Or man, where y'all keep all the and then just fill in the blank with any ethnicity, not obviously represented in the crowd that night. What do you keep them? The comics in Fort Wayne that night, not terribly original. I think we won our game. One of us did about 50 minutes.

And that's my only real memory. Fort Wayne of me being a judgy ass hole. It's Snickers comedy club. Real name. Nine years though, before the birth of me being a judgy asshole at Snickers comedy club. Real name. Nine years though, before the birth of Dean Coral in 1930, you know, a shit was already really popping in Fort Wayne. You know, way before that economy club, they were a bustling hustle little city. That's when 1930s, when the 312-foot high Lincoln bank tower was completed, Indiana's tallest building. It would remain the tallest building in Indiana until 1962.

The depression hit Fort Wayne, not long before Dean's birth, like it did rest of America. But the FDR's new deal put a lot of new jobs in Fort Wayne in the 30s and early 40s. 7,000 residents worked on the construction of parks, bridges, viaducts, modern sewage treatment facility. In the post-World War II years, Fort Wayne would really start to boom. A second child, Dean's younger brother Stanley, born in Fort Wayne in 1942. Stanley would later go on to make a lot of money in the board game business. He would invent Yachty in 1966. Yachty! And Clue in 1971. And of course that's not true. Very little information about the life and times of Stanley Coral seems to exist online. We know he was born and according to an obituary, obituary, reference I found online that he lived

well into his senior years and to his seventies and that's about it. Thankfully we do know a little more about Dean. Dean entered grade school in 1946, where his mom remembered him, oh I'm sorry, I don't know why I, 1944, 1944, where his mom remembered him quickly becoming a target for bullies. He had a heart murmur that kept him from participating in gym class. He was sickly, especially after suffering from a bout of rheumatic fever when he was seven.

He was a sickly momma's boy. I don't have any stats to back this up, but I feel like the sickly momma's boy way more likely to become a serial killer than the, I got got this I don't need your help ma star athlete. You know, you know, you know, I hear about a lot of young popular alpha males. Kids who can, you know, I don't know, clean their own wings. Mama Ridgeway reference for 10 points. You know, you don't hear about them sliding into statistic murder later in life that I can think of in 1946. Now we're now we're hitting 46 like a little fucking excited about 1946 earlier. Dean's parents Arnold and Mary Get divorced Arnold moves to Memphis after he enters the Air Force and then marrying the two boys to unfollow

Mary's one of the boys to be close to their father even if the marriage ended and Then there was clearly still romantic feelings as well though because they reconciled on Memphis and then the family moves to Pasadena, Texas where they get married again in 1950 Pasadena, Texas, where they get married again in 1950. Pasadena, interesting trivia, Southern suburb of Houston that was later packed up and relocated by train to California in the single largest town relocation

in American history. When Sears opened up a new shipping facility, a large one, and Sears didn't have the time to actually properly build a new town, full of people to work there, so they just moved Pasadena to California and sears didn't have the time to actually properly build a new town full of people to work there so they just moved past the dina to california to facilitate their gigantic warehouse that's that's fucking crazy talk but please tell me that some of you thought sears once had that kind of pull

that it actually moved a town across the country no nothing like that has ever happened that I know no pastina is the suburb of Houston still has over 150,000 people living in their living in Pasadena. Now back in 1950, just over 20,000 people living in Pasadena and a lot of those people were making that sweet oil money. Black gold, Texas tea, lightning juice, coal caviar, diamond whiskey, dirt booty. Black gold and Texas tea are the only legitimate oil nicknames I just yield. I did make the rest of those up, but I do kind of like coal caviar. Maybe that'll stick now. The Texas oil boom began way back in 1901. By 1920, refineries popped up in and around Pasadena, 1928, the town incorporated.

The NASA's Johnson Space Center opened up about 10, 15 miles outside of Pasadena, 1963, further diversifying the still primarily petroleum-based economy. So the coral family, they moved to another town in Aerie just like Fort Wayne, that was on the upswing. So I could Jefferson's just moving on up, moving on up. Other than a few moves in divorce, young Dean, he's having a solid middle class American childhood.

Then in 1953, three years into their second marriage, Arnold and Mary divorced again. Now, the divorce was while accounts amicable. Mary retained custody and Arnold received visitation rights and did visit the kids. So Dean, I think still having a fairly typical middle-class childhood, a couple of divorces thrown in, but she had happens.

Shortly after her divorce, Mary then meets and falls in loves, falls in love with Jake West, and then Mary's Jake West, a traveling clock salesman. And either 1953 or early 1994, I swear to you, this is what he did. I love details like this when sucking into a new story, a traveling clock salesman, not just a clock salesman. That alone would be awesome and weird.

That's not a job that exists anymore. A traveling clock salesman. What a perfect name for that job. Jake West. Hello, ma'am, sorry to bother you at home. Lovely home, by the way. I see you went with the Mint 4 Micah for the breakfast table. Excellent touch.

Name's Jake West. I work for the General Time Corporation. May I ask what kind of clock you and the Mr. keep time with? No clock. Ha ha. Oh, no, that just won't do. Is the Mr. Home at the moment? No, well, I won't trouble asking if I may come in,

but if you do have a moment, I'd like to show you a nice West Clock's pocket watch. I imagine the Mr. would enjoy very much. And I insist that you take this catalog showing the vast and luxurious line of Seth Thomas, Elgin, Luxe, and West Clocks wall clocks. I am the only authorized realtor of in the entire Houston area. We just got in these wonderful new Roman numeral faces and for something a little more modern, we're now carrying these glow dials. Ever notice the glow dial at the adorable little diner down the street, perhaps the one inside the Texaco station?

Yes, it's the same clock. Now available for the first time for residential use. And I and only I, Jake West, can get you 20% below manufacturer's suggested retail price. Well, I can smell the casserole cooking, I don't want it to burn, so I'll let you be Mrs. Zawa. What was it? Rhyman, of course, Mrs. Rhyman. I don't want it to burn. So I'll let you be Mrs. What was it? Rhymen, of course, Mrs. Rhymen.

I thank you for your time, ma'am. And if I'm able to add one of these wonderful time pieces to your life, soon you and your family will be thanking Jake West for my time. Okay, now, sorry. I know that went on for a little bit, but those little flight to fancy make me so happy. He's a travel clock salesman named Jake West.

Oh, by the summer 1954, Dean's mother Mary, new step dad, Jake West. Yeah, they moved the family 90 miles east of Houston to Viter, Texas. Viter, small suburb of Beaumont, only about 10,000 people there, who historically have been mostly white thanks to the town's very shady history as far as race relations go. Vider was known back when Deans family moved there as a sundown town. That's one of the towns in America where it was made known that African Americans not allowed to be out in public after sunset, like they would be arrested and or lynched. Vider had a reputation as a safe haven for the clan for many years.

As recently as 1993, still super racist, inviter, that year the federal government tried to help change the culture there of Rachel's separation, brought in a handful of black families into some public housing inviter, in response to the clan marched through town and within months, the new black families had moved back out. Yeah, I bet. Man, 1955, Jake and Mary have a child together, De's half sister Joyce, another sibling we know very little about. Kind of like with the Green River killers family.

Dean's family, not big on giving long interviews with the press after everybody knew what Dean had done. Classmates from Viter, from Viter High School, would later remember Dean as a bit of a loner, otherwise well-behaved. He played the the trombone and the brass band, like a future murderer would do. But other than playing Satan's slide whistle, pretty normal.

Classmates also remembered Dean for being white, which you know, Oddsar probably made him made him okay in their book and fighter. Also in the little old fighter, the family started making candy for real. This is how of course, what would lead directly to Dean's candy man killer moniker. Dean's mom, Mary, she likes to make candy.

She'll have making pralines. And apparently her pralines were so delicious that Jake West encouraged her to try to, you know, let him sell some on his clock, selling route. I shit you not. Fucking clocks in candy, selling him door to door. What? That cannot be an easier way to make a living. Hello, Mrs. Reiman, Jake Westigan.

How's the Seth Thomas working out? Excellent. Polished brass Roman numerals on a solid Mahogany body. You can't go wrong with that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. In my humble opinion, truly a work of art, on par with anything on display, in the finest New York City or Parisian museum.

I just popped over to make sure you were still happy with it and to drop off a little, well thank you gift of the Peacond Prince Pralines. No, no, no, I insist. No, no, no, I won't take a dime for it. But if you enjoy them, take this card. I'll be more than happy to sell you as many as you'd like it at a fine price the next time on through the neighborhood.

Life's too short not to take the time to enjoy something sweet. Haha, just be off now. How much do you hate fake Jake West? Ever had a prailing by the way? It's essentially just a chunk of butter, pecans, and brown sugar. Sometimes a little cream or vanilla extract

or chocolate also thrown in and I can't do it. I like sweets, but that's shit. That's like instant diabetic coma. Wow, I had some in New Orleans, and then for the first time I'd had them, and then had to immediately eat something savory to bring my blood sugar back to a not dead human level. To be fair, I do have diabetes in my family,

and I've been told I better watch it, or I'll have diabetes as well by doctors. So I may be more sensitive to the sweets than most, but God, man, I don't know how people do pralines. Anyway, Jake does start selling the pralines that Mary and the kids are making in the family garage, starts selling so many. People love them. They call their little operation, the pecan prints and word spreads of how good it is in business booms. So how cool is that? Kicking off a candy company with your family in the garage becomes wildly popular. Such a shame. This story ends tragically when it starts off so innocent and beautiful.

Family candy business. Starting in the garage. You know, candy being sold by traveling clock salesman. Oh, it's so like Americana. And then the whole family ends up being employed and doing well in Houston, open up a few shops, then Dean fucks it all up by becoming a just disgusting degenerate. 1958 Dean, who's had what sounds to me again, like, you know, pretty ideal of childhood, graduates from fighter high school, shortly after the family, including Dean, they all

moved to the Northern outskirts of Houston, where Jake had been selling most of his candy on his routes, and they opened up a proper candy shop called, of course, the Pecan Prince. A 1960 Mary Astor, son, Dean to move back to Indiana to take care of his widowed grandmother on his father's side, what she does for two years before coming back to Houston to again, help with the candy business. And you know, damn it. Again, the Indian and his family sound fantastic. I have a notice point running as successful in a adorable family candy business. And then Dean heads back to Indiana to take care of sweet sweet Nana Such a good boy at this point Privately though things are started unraveled Dean is clearly gay. He knows he's gay his whole family knows

He's gay, but no one wants to acknowledge it He's gay in 1950 Southern Texas, which is a recipe for an arguably harder life than being African-American in 1957 in Texas. In addition to being a pretty racist culture down there at the time, also an extremely homophobic culture. No one is cool with homosexuals other than other homosexuals. And it's hard to find other homosexuals

when almost everyone openly really hates you. I mean, we're talking 1950s Southern Baptist culture. This is the type of culture Fred Phelps, you know, the former leader of the Westboro Baptist Church, you know, this is the stuff he considered the good old days. And Dean's mother Mary herself, especially homophobic, even for the time, and time and place, and she let Dean know it.

Would regularly tell him how disgusting homosexuals were in a chance she got, maybe she thought her, you know, making her feelings about homosexuality well known to Dean, because somehow kind of snuff out those homosexual inclinations she had to have noticed in him All it did was push him towards you know, self-loathing to despise himself for the attractions He couldn't help but feel now did it also help lead to a rage. He would later take out on teen boys I mean it might have helped we will never know for sure in 1962 22 year old socially pressured to stand the closet homosexual Dean coral

Moves back to Houston. After I'm assuming sweet, sweet Nana either dies or is put into a home. While he was in Indiana, the family business relocated to Houston Heights, a neighborhood in northwest central Houston, four miles northwest of downtown. Based on what I can find online with one travel reviewer calling it a mini-Austin, and others calling it a foodie destination, sounds like a little artsy hipstery on clay. Or at least a neighborhood that has elements of that. It would be described as being pretty run down by the late 70s, but in the 1960s, Houston Heights is banging. A lot of that candy money to be made. Dean lived in an apartment

above the candy shop and quickly becomes known around town as the candy man for his habit of giving away candy to young boys in the neighborhood. Ding ding ding big red flag super creepy. Fuck any dude a single dude just giving candy around to the kids all the time big red flag. He also starts inviting local teen boys over to the candy factory afterwards or after work hours to hang out with him. Ding ding ding ding much bigger red flag. body and local teen boys over to the candy factory afterwards, or after work hours to hang out with him. Ding, ding, ding, ding, much bigger red flag. Like super big, what the fuck is going on with this creep? Frantically being waived red flag.

If there's a dude in your neighborhood who just loves to hang out with a bunch of teen boys on a regular basis with no other grownups present, keep a very close eye on that shit. Interview those kids, find out what's happening. Worn them about perves. If you are that guy, come on dude, come on bro, what are you doing? Why aren't you hanging out with people in your own age? Why don't you have at least a few other adults around? You have to know that at the very least this looks really bad. Somehow this

activity apparently draws little suspicion in the neighborhood from the neighbors. However at home, stepdad, Jake West knew exactly what time it was. Clock salesman joke. Time to have a talk with the fam about Dean being in creep. Jake didn't think the associations were appropriate. Told his wife he thought his stepson might be gay. Might also probably I'm guessing be a borderline pedophile or a pedophile. She's furious. It doesn't want to hear it.

Refuse to address it. Also around the same time, a girl dean is dating asks him to marry her and he turns her down. And then step that, Jake is like, come on, Mary, wake up and smell the young dick that Dean also wants to smell. Jake's suspicions of Dean being gay lead to or at least have a lot to do with he and Mary, then getting a divorce in 1963. And also in 1963, after her divorce, Mary closes her candy company.

The pecan prince is gone. And she only closes it so she can reopen without Jake West. She wants to cut out that clock, sell and truth, tell in son of a bitch. Uh, Dean's not a pedophile, Jake. He just likes luring teen boys into his Larry with candy to hang out and play peekaboo with their wings. Mary reopens as the coral candy company. Dean is now the vice president of operations and the CEO of creepiness.

Shortly after reopening, young teenage employee tells Mary that her son, Dean, has made sexual advances towards him. And again, rather than deal with Dean's homosexuality and probable pedophilia, predispositions at this point, she instead fires a boy and brushes the incident away. Well, then in 1964, Dean decides he needs a break from Mama and bothers some accusations that he joins United States Army. Attends basic training to Fort Polk, Louisiana, later ends up in Fort Hood, Texas, where he works as a radio repairman. But then he applies for a hardship discharge after serving less than a year, saying his

mother needs him to help work in the family business. This is the biggest mama's boy reason I can think of to leave the army. I can't stay here, Sergeant. I can't. Mama needs me to come home and help make the candy. So mama's boy who desperately needs to be around his mama, whose mama refuses to believe that he is gay. This is not a good psychological situation, really, really bad one, very edgene-esque.

There was a time-sucks, serial killer Bingo, somebody would have yelled it on the candy man by now. He's checking off a lot of boxes. And again, this makes me wonder, mama had somehow accepted him. Would he have become the monster he became? I have to think there's a decent chance he wouldn't. I don't know. I mean, I guess also to be fair to mama, even if she, you know, would have been some remarkably progressive tolerant, loving, open minded woman, she still would have had a gay son in Houston in the 1950s and then 60s. He still would have been ridiculed probably publicly,

you know, may still have become the monster he became. And also there's a whole another issue. Even if everyone accepted his homosexuality, that's not the problem. The problem is the age of the people he's attracted to. He's not attracted to adult men. He's attracted to boys, to underage boys. And there may have just been other twisted shit in his head

that was sending him towards becoming an evil, sadistic fuck of a person that no amount of acceptance from either his family or his culture around him could cure. At the end of the day, he still chose of his own free will to commit the terrible deeds he did. Well, Dean received an honorable discharge less than a year after entering the military. You know, to help Mama make the candy. And then he comes home, he finally tells some of his closest friends that he is gay

and then he had a couple homosexual encounters in the military. However, he doesn't actually publicly come out as gay. Instead, he starts dating a woman named Betty who has two kids, kids start calling him daddy or Betty or Betty's kids. This again reminds me of John Wayne Gacy's kind of story. He finds a beard to hide who he really was, not healthy, not healthy at all. 1967 Dean formed the first known relationship that actually lead to pedophilia. For sure, a relationship with 12-year-old local boy David Owen Brooks, a dude whose story would become

forever tragically intertwined with Dean Coralth, a kid whose childhood the candy man would destroy, whose adulthood the candy man would imprison. David was one of the many local kids that deemed the candy man would get free candy too. He was in sixth grade. His divorced parents had little time for him. He was goofy looking kid, real skinny with glasses. Coral was the first man to treat him decently. Brooks and Met Coral did it to family's new candy factory

that sat across the street from Helm's elementary school where he came to play pool on a pool table. Coral had installed some employees in local youth could hang out. How creepy is this location, by the way? Candy Factory Cross is straight from the grade school. I have to think that when this location was chosen, Dean was the one who scouted it out and pushed for it.

You know, how about this, Bob, mama? We can have such a nice view. Of what, Dean, a swing set of all our potential customers, mama, of all those sexy kids? What, what did you decide, Dean? Did you just call those kids sexy? No our potential customers, mama, of all those sexy kids. What did you decide, Dean? Did you just call those kids sexy? No, smiling kids, mama. I meant to say smiling kids, mama.

Just happy after buying so much of your delicious cock, a candy, mama. Also, the pool table slash clubhouse detail reminds me so much of gacy, man, suck 68. Remember when we talked about gacy, he had a pool table in his basement. He would invite team to work for him at KFC Remember who's managed those KFCs for his for his father a lot of time He invite him over to his house head down to the basement for pool porn and beer And then he'd make weird bets with them like you can beat me and pull I'll give you a low blowjob

Fuck well around the same time Dean was doing the same type of shit in Texas. Poor young David made the perfect target for Dean. You know, young boy, his parents didn't either mind that he was hanging out with the creepy candy man or didn't check on him enough to know he was hanging out with the creepy candy man. Why's not in Kaira's 12? And Lindsay and I, you know, have him and Road our house every other week and for the week. And we would never, ever let him hang out with the girl man like, that get the fuck out

of here. And his mom wouldn't either. I would go ballistic if that happened. Man, keep it behind your kids or make sure someone, you know, you really trust to keep an eye on them. I know that doesn't guarantee that something bad won't happen to him, but it increases the odds that they will be safe. It for sure does. Well, no one's watching out for David, other than Dean, who soon started

grooming the boy to be as part in some unbelievably deviant crimes. Man, over time, Dean became a substitute father of sorts for Brooks, given him money when he was short on cash, allowed him to crash as apartment when he needed a place to stay. Unlike a dad, unlike at least a good dad, at some point in 1969, Dean starts pressuring David to have sexual relationship with him. Starts given the 14 year old Brooks money and other gifts

in exchange for allowing him to perform oral sex Undaivid again very gacy-esque around this time and either 69 or 70 corals mother closes the candy store moves to Colorado Uh, she made her candy money. She's probably sick of trying to pretend that you know, Sun Dean's not a fucking pedophile You know pedophile creep and she's out No, no more free candy for the cramped candy man to dish out, but the nickname is stuck by this point. Crow doesn't follow mom in a Colorado. He stays in Houston Heights, gets a job as a relay tester

at the Houston lighting and power company. Now, he's, he's, he's set down some roots here. He's, he's been, he's been grooming, you know, poor David. He's got some plans. Dark sexual fantasies really beginning to take hold of Dean pretty soon. He's paying an awkward skinny 14 year old kid, you know, to blow him isn't deviant enough for him.

David finds out exactly how deviant Dean really is becoming a 1970 and late 1970. Now 15 year old David Brooks walks into a horrifying scene and Dean's Houston apartment. And his decision regarding how to react to this scene would ruin his and so many other young boys lives. The candy man had two naked teenage boys handcuffed and tied to what would become known as Dean's torture board. And he was in the process of brutally raping them. In exchange for a silence Dean Coral offered to buy Brooks a green Chevy Corvette, Brooks

would later tell police, Dean jumped up and said, I'm just having some fun. And he promised me a car if I kept quiet. Later he admitted to David, Dean did, he'd killed these kids, and then he bought the teen, you know, bought David, that the promised Corvette in exchange for his silence. How much did this fuck David's head up? Man, taking in by a father figure

who's super cool to you for the first few years, somebody you meet when you're 12, the only adult who gets a shit about you, then after you love this guy, like a dad, he starts molesting you, starts paying you for your silence, money, you appreciate, because your real neglectful family is super poor. Then after months and months of that type of manipulation

and molestation, you walk in on this, a part of you knows you should call the police, but you sure as you, despite what it may look like, that it's consensual. No, I can see how you might think, well, he's talking to me in this and weird shit. Maybe he talked to these kids into some weird shit. Maybe Dean's paying to use them as well.

Then a short time later, you find out that those kids actually were killed. Kids that now you realize you could have saved, you're racked with guilt. You clearly do threaten to tell the cops if you didn't, why else would Dean bribe you? The monster probably then convinced you that you're an accessory to the fact, or after the fact

to the murders, you're gonna go to prison to if he gets caught Then Dean makes David an offer a true deal with the devil the candy man promises Brooks $200 for any boy he could lure to his place and then David accepts the offer Fuck man. I don't think your soul can ever come clean After that after that kind of deal you can tell yourself. I even less than me him and if you let me on the victim and you're right But you're also now forever the man who lured other teen, other teens, excuse me, knowingly, to their deaths.

I just any amount of counseling cleaned that dirty of a conscience. Maybe Dean made David think that he was gonna, you know, do it with or without David, and then if he got caught, he'd take David down with them. Who knows? There is some other stuff he told David that we'll talk about later.

No matter what he told David, though, at the end of the day, it would be really hard to rationalize David's involvement in complicity and future murders. Quick word on Dean's torture board. This is a slab of unpainted plywood eight feet long and two feet wide with holes drilled into each corner. Coral would use the board by hand-cuffing of victim's hands to each top hole, binding their feet with nylon rope through the bottom holes.

The board was a feature in almost every one of his murders. It was a signature, if you will, his toy box killer like fantasy device. He moved it from home to home, storing it in plastic in back rooms filled with other torture, you know, instruments. Once a victim was bound to the torture board, he might spend days torturing molesting them. According to Wayne Henley, another one of Coral's teenage accomplices were gonna meet here soon.

The more Coral liked someone, the longer they stay alive and were subjected to his sadism. Ugh. Ah, and this guy was like a precursor to both Gacy and the toybox killer. Is this crimes, you know, predate those guys a little bit. Well, predate, predate, Gacy a little bit, predate toybox a lot. Speaking to get a Gacy gasey little bit, predate, toy box a lot.

Speaking of getting a gasey man, the candy man and one of his victims would often use the handcuff trick to trap his victims to perform this trick, both coral and an additional teenage helper, usually Wayne Henley would lock themselves in a pair of handcuffs. Keep a key in their pockets,

then pretend they got out of the cuffs without any help. Then they would convince the victim to try locking themselves in the handcuffs. Keep a key in their pockets, then pretend they got out of the cuffs without any help. Then they would convince the victim to try locking themselves in the handcuffs to attempt the trick as well. And when that person couldn't escape, the victim had just like many of Gacy's victims later on handcuffed themselves and were ready to be taken to Dean's torture room

and tied to the torture board. Gacy would actually later claim in time, sex 68 after getting caught in 1978 that he'd learned this trick from reading about Elmer Wayne, Elmer Wayne Henley using it. So a very sick candy man, DeGacy direct connection there. So who is this Henley dude?

Well, he's deemed the candy man corals second teenage accomplice. Elmer Wayne Henley was born May 9th, 1956, the oldest of four sons. Raised by an alcoholic father who got physical with both his wife and kids when he drank And a protective but you know not protective enough to leave the man who be her kids to valiantly religious mother In 1970 Henley started taking odd jobs to help his mom cover household expenses not being paid for by his deadbeat drunk of a dad

By 1971 he dropped out of school at the age of 15 before dropping out he met David Brooks and the two became friends, hanging out together, skipping school. Around the same time, Henley began to realize that many of the boys from his neighborhood, eight boys, between the ages of 13 and 17, had recently just disappeared. He'd actually joined a search party

to help find two of them in May of 1971. Excuse me, by the time he learned exactly what had happened to his friends, he would later say that he felt like he was in too deep, that he was too concerned over his own life and the lives of his younger brothers to do anything but go along with the candy man's continued hunting. Feels like a bit of a rationalization, but who knows how I would have felt if I was walking in his shoes.

You know, shoes that were walking through some very dark places. Before we move on, let's jump back a little ways now to the first known victim of the candy man. On September 25th, 1970, 18-year-old college freshman, Jeffrey Conan, is hitchhiking from the University of Texas to his parents' home in Houston, along with another student back when people did shit like that. So he's heading from Austin to Houston. When hitchhiking wasn't an obvious, what the fuck are you thinking, big no-no? Conan was picked up, of course, by none other than Dean Candyman Coral offered to give him

a ride the rest of the way to his parent house, but instead took him into his worst nightmare. Conan would later be found buried on High Island Beach on August 10th, 1973. He died of his fixation from manual strangulation. He was naked, bound at the hands and feet, wrapped in plastic. He'd been buried beneath the layer of lime under a large boulder. Supposedly, it was around this time that Conan, around the time that Conan was kidnapped, the David Brooks walked in on those two boys

being tied to the torture board we talked about earlier. However, if that's true, what happened to the second boy tied to the board? He's never mentioned as one of the candy man's victims. I highly doubt he would just let go. And while David would later lead police to the body of Conan, he didn't lead police to the body to second victim on the torture board. So, based on the amount of date discrepancies that occur on Wikipedia and other references

to this particular killer, I think David actually walked in on the candy man's second and third known victims, Jimmy Glass and Danny Yates. It seems to me like that he had killed before he recruited David to help him before David knew. On December 13th, 1970, best friends, Jimmy Glass and Danny Yates were attending a youth rally and worship service at the Evangelist Evangelist Evangelistic. There we go. Evangelistic temple and Houston Heights.

Yeah. They were both 14 years old. A friend would later say, during the middle of the service, I saw them walk up an aisle as if they were going to the restroom and that was it. They basically vanished into thin air. Both boys weren't considered at risk for being runaways, family life pretty stable in both homes,

well adjusted, well-wiked. One source says, they were considered, quote, handsome and hip. Glass wore beaded leather necklaces and had a leather jacket with fringe sleeves. So you know, I can cool kids wearing cool French leaps. Seriously, though, good reminder that this kind of thing can happen to anybody. All the more reason to keep a close eye on your kids.

I mean, the further I get into this stuff, the more I want to never let my kids leave the house. Which is also not safe, you know, or reasonable. But man, why do these monsters have to exist? Like, why if you're found guilty of being a child murder or sexual sadist that attacks children? Why can't we just kill you? Like why risk these monsters ever hurting another child?

You don't deserve to be rehabilitated. Why does it feel like good people killed themselves all the time, but these monsters almost never do. Why can't I read more of those stories? Whereas somebody, you know, is thinking about doing something like this and then just, I don't know, throws myself off a cliff before they can hurt somebody. Is it okay to advocate selective suicide? Like if you've molested and murdered a child

and have the urge to do so again, is it okay to want that person to kill themselves before they act on their evil urge? I think so. A missing persons report filed for both kids. Unfortunately, the paperwork found us way to the desk of two different cops, and then neither cop connected to two cases.

Now sadly, this is very indicative of how future disappearances are going to be handled. Audar, you're going to become infuriated with the police in Houston, working in 1970 to 1973 here very soon. Both boys murdered the same day by coral after spending time in a torture board. And the candy man didn't just kill those two boys that day. He destroyed their families. Their families combed the streets of Houston looking for their sons for the next couple of years. Danny Yates father once even drove to Monterey, Mexico 500 miles away. After someone reported seeing his son there, Danny's older sister, Cindy,

would later tell the Texas monthly in an interview dad began to fall apart right in front of her eyes. He was so worried that Danny had left because he had been too hard at him. Meanwhile, Jimmy's mother, I'm a glass, literally lost her mind over her son Jimmy's disappearance. Jimmy's brother Willie would later report many, many times she'd see a teenager hitchhiking on another side of the freeway and she'd shout, that's Jimmy, we have to turn around. And to keep the peace my dad would turn around every time. Then one day she got a gun, grabbed my younger sister Pamela and dragged her to a back bedroom. When the SWAT team arrived, she fired a shot into the floor and yelled, they're not going to steal Pamela

for me like they did my Jimmy. We got the pistol away from her, took her to Harris County Psychiatric Unit, she was never the same and neither were the rest of us. Dean Coral didn't just kill, you know, he, at this point, they knew of 27, 27 boys, he killed 27 families. Now how heavy is that? These pieces shit like the canter, they don't just murder their victims, they psychologically murder their victims' families.

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And then the absolute worst happens to them. As part of their torture, these two brothers are told that the one sibling who manages to beat the other to death, each of them handcuffs with one hand of the board will be freed. And then the two spent the day struggling to beat their other brother, using their one free hand to try to beat the other brother to death until they were almost both dead and then neither survived that terrible day. When Coral and Brooks returned the Waldorf brothers were both strangled, they were buried in a boat shed, Dean had rented. May have a new winner in the contest of the ongoing contest of the person I hate the most.

I may hate the candy man now more than I hate the toy box killer. I didn't think it was possible after the toy box episode But but this guy Definitely on par with that sadistic fuck Like I wish I could go back in time tie those two assholes to abort let them try to beat each other to death You know maybe put them on a spit stick them in a big oven slowly cook them Maybe make you maybe cook one then make the other eat them. I don't know Whatever's the worst thing to do that's not not what I want to do to both of them.

It's hard for my mind to actually accept what I just told you. Hard to process this shit actually happened. Some kind of mental defense mechanism, I feel like stops us sometimes from really believing or understanding the true whorliness, like the depths of it. You know, like of these two young men being put in that situation, trying to kill the person they love in order to live, in order for this monster to free him. Ah, why was Dean doing this?

There's not a lot of info out there about his childhood, nothing in depth, you know, in the info you do find nothing bad comes up, other than you know, whatever, a divorce, a homophobic mom, no mention of actual abuse, no mention of early indicators of sociopathic or psychopathic behavior. How was he able to, so quickly, do you humanize, to that extent?

What allows someone to do that, something, you know, that up a horn, I guess you know, I guess it is, just you know, if you're true sociopath, true psychopath, you really don't care what happens to other people, man, some people so damaged, they just need to be put down like rabid dogs before they bite someone else. The wall drops home, only half a mile from a church

where Jimmy and Danny disappeared, the police still did not investigate. The wall drops brother, or the shooting of the wall drop brother's father, Everett, a birdie divorce construction worker later told the Houston Chronicle that he filled out a missing persons report at the police department, then camped on the police department door for eight months. I was there about as much as the chief was he said, but all they would say was, why are you here?

You know your boys are runaways. How much rage at every feel when he found out the truth? I mean, it's not like the police could have saved his boys when he did find out the truth, but still that poor bastard lost two two sons to the candy man But he wishes that old candy man movie legend was true that he could just say his name five times in the mirror Bring him into existence so he could just get his hands around that demon and re-kill him himself. March 9, 1971, Coral and Brooks run into 15-year-old Randall Harvey.

Just written his bike to work, was heading home after finishing his shift at a local gas station. When he hadn't returned home, two days later his mom filled out a Miss and Persons report, later called police to let him know David Brooks had a history with her son Harvey. The David had threatened to kill the missing boy over stolen stereo and as with other Depareances the police do not follow the leads they declare him a runaway his body with the gunshot wound to the head turned up years later in a Boat storage shed were coral barrier the majority of his victims as long time listeners know I'm very pro law enforcement But I got to say does not sound like the Houston Heights area officers in 71 were the the finest squad to everywhere a badge

Like were they just understaffed they lack proper leadership? Do they lack the right detective to string these disappearances together, you know? Is it because in the pre-computer age it was just hard to connect dots and situations like this like how many boys have roughly the same age have to go missing From the same part of town and the same time frame before you start to think, hey, maybe these kids aren't running away. Maybe they're being taken. Maybe we should put our heads together and see if, I don't know, some patterns emerge. I guess it's easy for me to play armchair detective,

but Jesus. May 19, 1971, David Hilligist, only 13, his friend Gregory Mallee Winkle, only 16 when they disappeared. His actual last name was Winkle. I've used that as a joke last day. I didn't know anybody had that name. When they disappeared, well, on the way to a neighborhood swimming pool. The parents immediately go to police, yet again, police without investigate.

A lady we just don't have time to chase every runaway. Winkle said an officer told her when she reported her son missing. The Hilligest then borrowed money from a neighborhood credit unit to hire a private investigator who turned up a new theory. He thought their boys might have been abducted by a local man known for providing male prostitutes for gay clients. A man known as chicken, as chicken Joe. He swear to God. I'm sorry, what?

Did he just say a man named chicken Joe? Uh huh. Did not a man named Chicken Joe? Uh huh. Uh, did not expect someone named Chicken Joe to make a cameo in this or any other tale. 1971, Texas Gay Pimp named Chicken Joe. I don't know that I've ever wanted to see a photo of someone we've talked about more badly

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Oh boy, did stuff come up. But no pictures of this dude came up. I picked your chicken Joe, wearing like snake skin boots, super, super tight bell bottoms, maybe some leather pants, maybe a vest with no shirt underneath. Like an American Indian dream catcher at the end of a long gold chain for neckless, a lot of leathery beaded bracelets,

definitely a Pimp came, an eccentric custom came, not one you can just buy. Some kind of sculpted metal carved wood chicken head for a handle. Chicken jail wears a cowboy hat with several chicken feathers tucked into a tie dyed bandana wrapped around the brim of his hat. You know, the hat and cane combo would be his signature look.

How clients would recognize him. You know, like chicken jail, he might not wear the vest every day. Sometimes, you know, sometimes wears a tight tank top. Sometimes a loose mesh crop top. Sometimes no shirt and tassels on his nipples, which are for sure both his peers as the head of his dick. He has definitely prints alberty knit.

He may even walk like a surprisingly like chill chicken, like a round on a leash, right like a little leather metal beaded leash. The little chicken has like a spiked collar. And a chicken that's just fucking chill, so chill, Metal Beated Leash, the little chicken has like a spiked collar. And a chicken that's just fucking chill, so chill, heals better than the finest show dog. How do I find chicken, Joe?

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She learns that Gregory had a friend who drove a Plymouth GTX and she said she'd seen one in the neighborhood license plate T.M.F. 724 if police had bothered to look into that. They would have learned that GTX was registered to who Dean Candyman Coral. Now to be fair to the police, though, by this time, she had burned out the officers with constant phone calls, suggesting numerous witnesses offering all kinds of tips. Sadly, by the time she provided them with this information, they had started to tune her out.

August 17, 1971, 17-year-old Ruben Watson-Haney headed to the movies when he encountered the barbaric trio. He told his mother he would see her when she got home from work, headed off to the sci-fi flick the Omega Man, starring Charlton Heston, last movie he'd ever see. He later called and said he was spending the night with David Brooks. His overnight plans with Brooks were a big clue that sadly in hindsight, missed again, another victim of the candy man classified as a runaway. February 9, 1972, the son of a Houston police officer,

Willard Rusty, Branch, Jr. Goes missing. And then Branch's Houston police officer, father would literally die of a heart attack in the midst of searching for his son, effectively ending any further efforts to find him. Another collateral victim of the candy man. The following month, March 24th, 1972, Frank Aguieri calls the home of his girlfriend Ronda Williams says he'd be home or says he'd be coming over after he's shipped it at long john solvers. Long john solvers, man. I was freaking about that place.

It still exists. One of the last, one of the like the few fast food places like the long time, you know, or the long time that I've never eaten that or had interest in eating that. Sorry if you're a big long john solvers fan. You'll never be a sponsor. I've never eaten that or had interest in eating that. Sorry if you're a big long Don Silver's fan. You'll never be a sponsor. Fast food and fish seem like a dangerous combination to me. I feel like you're risking a screaming match

between your butt and the toilet over some food that's not worth that. Like if you're gonna jack your colon up, do the Taco Bell, get some of that Mexican pizza. Ah, it's delicious. It violently assaults my insides every time I eat it, but it's so cheap and it tastes so, so good. As Frank was leaving Longdon,

so where she rented a Dean Coral, David Brooks, Wayne Henley, right? This devil's trio at this point. He was in acquaintance of Henley's. Henley called him over to Coral's van, invited him to the Candyman's apartment to have a few beers, smoke a little weed. Henley would later tell detectives,

he helped pull the handcuffed trick on Frank, and then off to the torture board and to his death he'd go. On April 20th, 1972, 17 year old candy man victim Mark Scott left home for a weekend trip to Mexico never came back Mark had been recently arrested for carrying a prohibited knife So police decided that he must have been run away. I was surprised surprise attempted to escape his problems. They never investigated his appearance. I just don't like to just throw that in anything Like just hey man. I just saw somebody. I just witnessed somebody they just throw that in anything. Like just, hey man, I just saw somebody. I just witnessed somebody get grabbed by a dude in a hood

who said, who screamed, I'm kidnapping you right now. And threw him into a van. Well, can you please look into it? Ah, sounds like it ran away to me. Sounds like a classic runaway. Oh, the old classic runaway trick is pretending to be obviously kidnapped. Now, we're not going to do any paperwork

If you'll excuse me I have another break to take Okay, Billy Jean Balch's junior's parents were still recovering from the death of their son Marvin who was killed at a Nicarax at 1969 when they got a suspicious letter 1972 from their other son Billy saying he got a job in Austin and will be a later home that summer I'll be home later that summer said Said he got off with his friend, Johnny Dell Home, says, dear mom and dad, I'm sorry to do this, but Johnny and I found a better job working for a trucker loading and unloading from Houston to Washington.

We'll be back in three or four weeks. After a week, I'll send money to help you mom out. Love Billy. Billy's father was a long haul trucker, knew that this was bullshit. So he goes to the police. The police, as in all the other cases, not helpful. Just again, fucking run away. No matter what, they just classified as run away. And so, you know, he dies on May

21st, 1972. Sometime in June of 72, the exact date does not seem to be known. The trio heads are let it headed by the candy man. Lewis, 19 year old Billy Riddinger, over into the candy man's house ties into a plywood torture board viciously, satanizes and abuse him or Coral does. And then for some reason, he's like, oh, Brooks was able to persuade Dean to allow riddenger to be released. And I guess possibly due to the shame of what he'd been subjected to, he never would report anything to the police. Very unfortunate because 14 more boys would then die after this by Dean Crowell's hand at least July 19, 1972. Steven Sickman, 17 when he disappears after leaving a party, family reports and missing yet

again classified as a runaway. I couldn't find any info on how many kids were running away in Houston, 1972, but was it just a fucking epidemic? Like were kids just leaving home in mass in the early 70s and Houston was it so common that the police just could not possibly keep up with it? What was going on there? August 21st, 1972, Roy Buntan, a boy with sparkly eyes

and a bright dimple smile, leaves home for a job as an assistant at a Houston shoe store located in Northwest Mall, traveling on foot, he doesn't make it to work and he never makes it home. August 3rd, 1972, Wally, Jay, Wally. Why would I read Wally as Wally? What is wrong with, hey, hey, Wally? Hey, dude, I've told you my entire name is Wally.

Okay, Wally. Wally, I don't know how to talk. October 3rd, 1972, Wally for sure, Wally. Jay Simonow. I love his somebody wrote in. Actually, I have no idea when it is pronounced Wally. He's the one Wally pronounced Wally. Was headed over to spend the night with his friend.

I guess, yeah, why am I making that joke? Is I'm not thinking no one would know him now, because sadly, he's no longer with us. He was headed to spend the night with his friend, Richard Embry, August 3rd, 1972. The two were later seen in a white van by a friend who tried to talk to them, but was shoot away by another boy.

That night Simon 014 calls his mom and shouts, Mama into the phone before the connection's broken. She says, Darling, where are you? Darling, here's some shuffling, some scuffling. Here's a click. The phone goes dead.

Awful. Incredibly. Again, labeled a fucking runaway. Dude. Dude. Wow. I want to just go back there and just scream at these guys and get fucking get off your asses. Look into this.

I got to say again, it's armchair detective, but they seem like the laziest pieces of shit ever. November 12, 1972, Richard Allen Keppner leaves home, heads out to a pay phone to call his fiance, and then no one ever sees him again. His remains would not be identified until September 1983. February of 73, 17 year old Joseph Liles, quite artistic young man, disappears, likely headed to a West Houston skating rink, we like to spend time using acquaintance at the candy man who would also be labeled, guess what? Yeah, I run away.

William Ray Lawrence, 15, calls his father the night of June 4th, 1973, tells him he's going fishing with some friends, will be home in a few days. He is kept alive by the candy man for four days of torture before finally being killed and buried at the boat house. Just two weeks later, June 15th, 1973, 20-year-old Raymond Blackburn abducted Strangle buried at Lake Sam Rayburn. Reservoir. Blackburn, a married man from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, was

hitching a ride from the heights back to Baton Rouge to see his newborn baby when the candy man got him. What a nightmare has changed a plan. It's going to celebrate new life, going to witness the start of something special, and then just see your own life, and so tragically and horribly. Evening of July 7th, 1973, less than a month after Raymond's disappearance. 15-year-old Homer Garcia calls his mom, says he's spending the night with some friends. Instead, he would end up shot and left obliter death in the bathtub of 2020 Lamar Drive, one of the many residences of the Candyman after night at a sadistic torture. Random change in M.O. I guess Dean must have just wanted to experiment with something newer or something when

I arrive. John Manning Sellers disappears less than a week later. On July 12th, 1973, just two days before his 18th birthday, he's found a month later, shots of death and buried. Week later, July 19th, 1973, 16 year old Michael Anthony Balsch left his home with money for a haircut and a pack of cigarettes heads out the door Never seen again Labeled a runaway Again, just a week later. So lie 25th 1973 17 year old Charles Cobble 18 year old Marty Ray Jones spotted walking from their apartment building in the company of another boy According to one of the boys neighbors that boy most likely either David Jones or Wayne Henley would lead these boys to the candy man.

Marty Ray Jones would die slowly after being forced to watch his best friend be tortured, sexually assaulted and shot to death while waiting for his turn. My God, the candy man escalating the frequency of his attacks like these say to so often do is to killing frenzy. They're never satisfied. Man, their sick desires seem to just fulfill them less and less. They attack more and more often. Their sick obsession deepens. Maybe Dean just started to feel as many of these assholes do. He was above capture. Didn't have to plan as hard or be as careful. He just got in a way with it so

many times. Just figured he'd just keep on getting away with it. 13 year old James Stanton, dream molla, small frame blonde boy abducted by Brooks and Cole riding his bike and passing into Texas end of Texas August 3rd 1973. He would become Coral's last victim. The teenager who planned to take his girlfriend is he live and let die. The latest James Bond flick have been collecting bottles to pay for the date coming up that Sunday. Wanted to ride down to a convenience store to collect the deposit.

God damn it man. That sounds so sweet. Like such a good kid. He's collecting bottles to pay for a cute little date. So happy to do a day dream about playing kitsy face with his little girlfriend. You know, so happy. She said, yes, felt like a million bucks. Then he runs into the candy man's minions who talk him and do or possibly just drag him into a madman's van. Uh, meets a tragic end. James's mother had asked him not to go out that night saying, I don't want you riding your bike after dark.

But he talked her into it. Oh, mom, I'll be back in just a few minutes. I'm not going to be out there very long. Well, it turns out he began forever. How that must have haunted her and possibly haunts her still. August 7th, 1973, night that starts out like nearly all of the other Candyman murders, Candyman henchmen, Elmer Wayne Hainley, Henley, just 17 years old himself is invitedmer Wayne, and Hainley, Hainley, just 17 years old himself,

has invited a friend, 19 year old Timothy Cordell Curly, over to Dean Candyman Coral's house. Curly has agreed to come over. They first drove back to Hainley's house where they ran into Hainley's friend, 15 year old Rhonda Williams, Hainley invited her to Coral's place, and the three piling to Curly's car,

head to Pasadena, where Dean was currently living. They get there about 3 a.m., early in the morning, August 8th. And when they get there, they find, you know, Coral, the candy man to be furious. He's enraged that Henley has brought a girl over. He has introduced a girl into the mix. I dude, Refackin' number one rule

of a statistics sausage party, only bring sausage. Well, Coral eventually comes down. They all drink, smoke the devils, let us, until Wayne's friend, Rhonda Williams passes out. Sometime later in the early morning hours of August 8th, Rhonda opens her eyes to see that both Wayne Henley and Tim Curley are handcuffed, duct tape over their mouths, feet bound together, Dean is holding the gun and threatening to kill them all.

How scared is Wayne at this point? Tim doesn't know what he's truly gotten himself into, but Wayne knows all too well. What could very well happen to him in a few minutes. Dean Candyman, who takes off his clothes, orders Henley to cut off Ronda's clothes, announces that he's going to rape and torture Tim and he wants Wayne to also rape and torture Ronda. And then he really messes up by setting down his gun and untieing Henley, who pretends to agree to his plan. And then Henley wants untie, grabs the gun, points at him, and we'll never really know why he did what he did next.

Maybe he knew that Coral was getting rid of him, was getting tired of him, he's gonna soon kill him. Maybe he finally just wasn't willing to watch more of his friends and neighborhood kids die. Whatever the reason, he says to the candy man, I can't go on any longer, I can't have you kill all my friends. Coral approaches Henley saying kill me Wayne, like scream it, kill me Wayne. Henley steps back few paces as Coral continues to advance upon him shouting, you won't do

it. And then Rhonda would later say Wayne just started shooting. Wayne Henley hit the candy man in the forehead with his first shot. The bullet fails to fully penetrate Coral's skull and Coral, like a fucking monster in a horror movie that just will not die continues to lurch towards Wayne Henley Wayne fires two more rounds the first hitting Coral in the left shoulder the second missing him Coral spins around He spun around staggers out of the room hitting the wall of the hallway the monster still lives and then who Pops in the window to save the day None other than chicken Joe hot damn. Don don't worry boys, chicken Joe's here.

He pops in, blah, blah, blah. Shit down too far, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He beats the candy man to death with his chicken cane. Well, his pet chicken picks the killer's eyes out. As suddenly as he's arrived, chicken Joe is then gone, bounces out the window, limps down the dark street towards a strange mist that has appeared out of nowhere,

making it to the candy man's house. He was personally taking the Candyman's soul into the fog that would serve as a portal to hell itself, so he could deliver corals sold to the devil before heading home for a biscuit, or for a breakfast of honey biscuits, sausage gravy, sweet tea, that he'd eat off his own naked chest while laying in a crocodile skin hammock, being silently fan by two nude male models

in get masks covered in chicken feathers. Buh-buh! Post-woman that gravy on Humbia's gear. Buh-buh! Of course that's not what happened next. No, Henley fires three additional bullets in the Dean who's just staggered into the wall, hits him in his lower back and shoulder, Dean slides down the wall in the hallway outside the room where the other two teenagers are bound, and then the candy man dies where he fell,

his naked body lying with his face towards the wall Rhonda would later say regarding her friend Elmer Wayne Henley saving them all that night Whatever evil was in Wayne there was still some good in him and finally the good one Wayne saved my life And he saved him's life too Wayne killed the devil. He kept his promise that night. He got me out of there And then Henley called the police saying, I just shot him in and I want you. I want you. He trailed off the 911 operator asked who he's speaking to spelled out Henley's last name, asked for the address, repeats it back a few times. Henley struggles to find his composure and then patrol cars are dispatched. When the police arrived, Henley tells the officers about the candy man

and the first the police don't believe him. The story seemed too crazy. You know, officer Mulligan, one of the arriving officers would later say, he started telling me that Coral had a warehouse full of bodies. I was pretty skeptical at the time. And then the police decided to not investigate anything. They just decided to drop the whole thing. They're just like, okay, well, whatever. Sound like they ran away to me. And they just let everybody go. No, Henley named names, Charles Cobble, Marty Jones, David, Hilligist, Hilligist. When Officer Mulligan checks out, he learns that each boy had a file

with the Houston Missing Person's Division, all labeled runaways, of course. And then he learns that Dean Coral had a boat shed, a metal storage unit at Southeast Boat Storage, number 11, that he's running for about two years. And then he changes his mind about the authenticity of Wayne's story. Please, they go to the boat shed, they force open the doors to this windowless storage

unit, about 12 feet wide, about 34 feet deep. It contains the rusty body of a car, and it contains a lot of decomposing bodies of all these missing kids. By the time it's over 17 bodies to be found in the floor of the boat shed, various stages of decomposition, some people think there's still more bodies to be found in the floor of the boat shed. Various stages of decomposition. Some people think there are still more bodies to be found that the police just didn't thoroughly dig enough to find more missing kids. Four more bodies will be found at High Island Beach,

Sandy Beach along the Gulf of Mexico, about 80 miles from Houston Heights. As of 2018, 29 candy man victims have actually now been confirmed. They had kept saying 28, that's what all the literature said. But there was another victim found. Investigators suspect even more may be found still. And now with Dean Debt and his accomplices apprehended,

let's hop out of this time, such a timeline, talk about the aftermath of the Candyman and Killings, and what happens to his two accomplices? Elmer Wayne, Henley, Jr., and David Owen Brooks. Good job, soldier job soldier made it back barely all right the info we have regarding the crimes of the candy man it's unique unlike the zodiac killer jack the ripper

uh... we don't we now do know for sure who he was we know for sure based on forensic evidence testimony, what he did, but also we don't get to hear his side of the story because obviously he was killed before being arrested. There are no potentially satisfying post-terrest interviews to lean on for info like there was with, you know, Bundy or Gacy or Domer.

However, unlike it dude such as H.H. Holmes, who was killed very quickly after being arrested, never confessed to most his crimes, and then took most of his secrets to the graves and snow accomplices that you know that he had either either lived or were able to be found to share exactly what he did the police did apprehend the two people who were along for almost a full ride of his crimes and witnessed and you know even sometimes took an active part in in the candy man's crimes both still alive today we do have their testimony.

So let's go over that testimony now. David Brooks gave two written confessions to the police after weighing killed the Candyman. This is the first one. I came to the police station on August 9th in order to make a witness statement about what I know about Dean Coral. I came down on my own free will and I gave that statement to Detective Tucker. In that statement, what I said was partially the truth, but I left out the fact that I was present when most the killings happened I was in the room when they happened and was supposed to help if something went wrong man my god

Let's do this kid kid of the time not only in the room when the crimes happened He's supposed to help out when things go wrong. Can you imagine watching all those other kids be raped or tortured murdered? Some kids he knew from school, knew from his childhood, some were his friends. The first killing that I remember happened when Dean was living in Yorktown townhouses. There were two boys there and I left before they were killed, but Dean told me that he'd killed them afterwards. I don't know where they were buried or what their names were. The first few that Dean killed were supposed to have been sent out somewhere in California. The first killing that I remember being present at was on and that California thing just remember that put a little pin in that. It had come up with a little interesting footnote to all

this to the story. The first killing that I remember being present at was on 6363 San Felipe. That boy was Ruben Haney. Dean and I were the only people involved in that one, but Dean did the killing and I was just present when it happened. I also remember two boys who were killed at the place one apartment on Magnam. They were brothers and their father worked next door where they were building some more apartments. Oh my god. That worked next. Oh, I was present and Dean killed them by strangling them, but again, I didn't participate. I believe I was present when they were buried, but I don't remember where they were buried. The youngest of these two boys is the youngest that was ever killed, I think.

A boy by the name of glass was killed at the Columbia address. I had taken him home one time, but he wouldn't get out because he wanted to go back to Deans. I took him back and Dean ended up killing him. Yeah. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure whether it was glass that I took home or another boy, but I believe it was glass. It was during that time that we were living on Columbia that Wayne Henley got involved.

Wayne took part in getting the boys at first, and then later he took an active part in the killings. Most of the killings that occurred after Wayne came into the picture involved all three of us. Now this is an interesting note, this note that Wayne took an active part in the killings. Like is he just saying that as he tried to shift blame away from himself? Did Wayne actually enjoy active part in the killings. Like, is he just saying that? Is he trying to shift blame away from himself?

Did Wayne actually enjoy his time with the candy man? You know, only killing when he assumed probably correctly based on being tied up to the candy man was about to kill him. There was another boy killed at the Schuller House. Actually, there were two at this time, a boy named Billy Bollach and one named Johnny. And I think his last name was Malone. It was actually Deloom.

Wayne strangled Billy and he said, hey, Johnny, and when Johnny looked up, Wayne shot him in the forehead with a 25 automatic. The bullet came out of his ear and he raised up in about three minutes later, he said, Wayne, please don't. Then Wayne strangled him and Dean helped. Geez. Definitely starting to sound like Wayne was not reluctantly involved. Dean moved to the Francesca apartments on work. At that time, I was using Dean's car so I was in and out all the time. After the Francesca apartments, Dean moved to Pasadena. I know of two that were killed there.

One was from Baton Rouge. Yep, that dead. One was a small blonde boy from South Houston. I saw the boy from South Houston for about 45 minutes. I took him for pizza and then I left and he wanted me to come back. I wasn't there when either of these boys were killed. I did come in just after Dean had killed the boy from Baton Rouge. That was on a different day from the Blond Boy. In all, I guess they were between 25 and 30 boys killed and they were buried

in three different places. I was present and helped bury many of them but not all of them. Most of them were buried at the boat stall. There were three or four buried at Sam Rayburn, I think. I am sure there are two up there. One, the first one at Sam Rayburn, I helped bury them, and then the next one we took to Sam Rayburn, when he got there, Dean and Wayne found that the first one had come to the surface, and either a footer hand was above the ground. When they buried this one the second time,

they put some type of sheet rock on top of him to keep him down. Sam Rayburn, by the way, yeah, big reservoir, about 150 miles northeast of Houston, named after a former Texas congressman, congressman, excuse me. The third place that they were buried was on the beach at High Island. This was right off the Winnie exits, where the road goes to the beach. You turn east on the beach road and go to the pavement changes, which is about a quarter

or a half mile, and the bodies are on the right side of the highway, about 15 to 20 yards off the road. Okay, and then it just goes on more about location. Now, this is David's second confession. We said, my name is David Brooks, 18 years old, because I don't know, and he actually mentions his wife, Bridget. Because just a month before Wayne killed Dean in July, 73, Dean actually married his teen girlfriend, Bridget Jones, after she got pregnant. Years later, his daughter, Rachel, who didn't learn about her father's past until she was 17, would tragically die herself in a car accident the morning after her high school prom.

Man, where are your seat belts, time suckers? What an extra bit of tragedy in this story. Okay, then David continues with the statement that I've edited quite a bit because a lot of it is just repetitive of what he had said the first time. I remember one boy who was killed at Dean's house in Columbia.

This was just before Wayne Henley came into the picture. Dean kept this boy around the house for about four days before he killed him. I don't remember his name, but we picked him up on 11th and Rutland. I think I held Barry this boy also, but I don't remember where it was. This was about two years ago. It really upset Dean to have to kill this boy because he really liked him. It really upset him. Well, it didn't upset him enough to let him go

and face the fucking music for the crimes he committed, didn't. A boy by the name of Glass was also killed to Columbia Dress. I had taken him home one time, but he wouldn't get out because he wanted to go back to Deans. I took him back, Dean ended up killing him. Oh, yeah, he did. He also said that. During this time that we were living on Columbia Street, the Wayne Henley got involved.

I don't know. He talked about that. Wayne seemed to enjoy causing pain, and he was especially sadistic at the Schuiler address. Most of the killings that occurred after Wayne came into the picture involved all three of us. I still do not take part in the actual killing, but nearly all three of us were there. Mark Scott was killed at the Schuiler address. I had told yesterday my witness statement about Mark Scott being the Schuiler house, but I did not say I was present, which I was.

Mark had a knife, and he tried to get Dean. He swung at him with a knife and caught Dean's My witness statement about Mark Scott being the Schiller House, but I did not say I was present which I was. Mark had a knife and he tried to get Dean. He swung at him with a knife and caught Dean's shirt and barely broke the skin. He still had one hand tied. Dean grabbed the hand with a knife, Wayne ran out of the room and got a pistol and Mark just gave up. Wayne killed Mark Scott and I think he strangled him. Mark was either buried at the beach or at the boat house.

They got Billy Rittenger and what I said my witness statement was true about him. I took care of him while he was there and I believe the only reason he's alive now is because I begged them not to kill him. Wayne and Dean got one boy by themselves while we were on Schuller. It was a tall skinny guy. I just happened to walk in on the house and there he was. I left before they killed this one. So if his statements are true, I got to say I do feel bad for David. Yes, yes, yes. He helped lower boys to their deaths. Obviously, but he was just manipulated, molested, and groomed from such an early age for this role. I mean, brainwashed, really, to become this horrible monster's assistant, some, some sadist henchman. I just can't imagine the level of psychological power Dean must have held over him. Not choosing what he did,

but it's just, you know, his story is especially tragic to me, you know, the life he was lured into, literally at first with free candy as a kid. Wayne Henley only gave one written confession. It'll be interesting to see how he portrayed his involvement compared to David's portrayal of him. He says, my name is Wayne Henley. I'm a white male 17 years old. I live at 927 North 27th Street with my mother, grandmother, and brothers.

About three years ago, I met a guy by the name of Dean Coral. Dean was a lot older than me and a school friend of mine named David Brooks introduced him to me. David was always riding around in Dean's car and everything. I was only 14 back then and I thought this was great. David Brooks told me he could give me in on a deal where I could make some money and he took me to Dean Coral. Dean told me that he belonged to an organization out of Dallas that bought and sold boys, ran hoars and stuff like that. Dean told me that he would pay me $200 for every boy I could get him and maybe more if they were real good looking boys. I didn't

try to find any for him until about a year later. And I decided that I could use the money to get better things for my people. So one day I went over to Dean's apartment on Schiller's street, told him I would find a boy for him. Dean had a GTX at the time and we got in it. Dean and me started driving around. We picked up a boy at 11th and stood wooden, and I talked to him since I had long hair and all, and it was easier for me to talk to him. I talked him into going to Dean's apartment to smoke some marijuana, so we went over to

Dean's apartment. Dean left some handcuffs laying out where they could be seen, and we had this little deal set up where I would put the handcuffs on and then could get out of them. Then we talked this boy into trying to get out of them. The only thing was we put them on with the locks returned in and where he couldn't get the key into them. Dean then took the boy down and tied his feet and put tape over his mouth. I thought Dean was going to sell him to the organization that he belonged to so I left.

Then the next day, Dean paid me $200. Later, I found out that Dean had killed the boy and then I found out that Dean had screwed that he belonged to, so I left. Then the next day, Dean paid me $200. Day or so later, I found that Dean had killed a boy, then I found that Dean had screwed him in the ass before killing him. This was the start of the whole thing, and since then, I've helped Dean get eight or ten boys. I don't exactly remember how many.

Dean would screw all of them, and sometimes suck them, and make them suck him. Then he would kill them. I killed several of them myself with Dean's gun and helped him choke some others. Then we would take them and bury them in different places. David Brooks was with us most on most of them. Man, he's really not holding back. So far, what are you saying? Doesn't, you know, or excuse me, does seem to really line up with what David said about it. No,

oh my god. I know I shouldn't have done what I did. Oh, may God have mercy on my soul kind of talk. Just very straightforward, cold like, you know, I just needed some money. Dude was paying $200 for what I thought was, you know, only human sex trafficking of minors. And I was fine with that. Then I found out it was murder and, you know, I still wanted the money. So it was easier for me just to kind of help,

you know, be long for it. And then I just joined in the killing. Then Wayne continues, I think the only three David Brooks wasn't with us on, were the last ones at the house at Lamar Street in Pasadena. The ones that I can remember by name are David Hilligists, who Dean told me that he had killed him buried in his boat stall, a boy by the name of Mally Winkle,

who David and Dean told me they had killed him, put in the boat stall, Charles Cobble, who I killed, we buried in the boat stall, then Marty Jones, me and Dean choked him and buried him in the boat stall. We killed a boy by the name of Billy Lawrence. I don't remember how he killed him? We buried in the Boastall. Then Marty Jones, me and Dean choked him and buried him in the Boastall. We killed a boy by the name of Billy Lawrence. I don't remember how we killed him, but we buried him up in Dean's place on Sam Rayburn Lake. Man, I don't remember how we killed him.

How fucking dark has your life become when you don't remember important details of a murder you've helped commit when it just blends in with all of the other murders. And then we killed him at the house on Lamar Street, too. Dean told me about one name, Ruben Haney. Haney that he killed and buried on beach on the beach at High Island. I shot and killed Don Johnny DeLone. We buried him on High Island that me and Dean and David Brooks killed two brothers. I think we choked them buried Billy, Bollsch at High Island, Mike Bollsch at Rayburn,

choked Mark Scott, Frank, Aguari, buriedich at High Island, Mike Bollich at Rayburn, Choked Mark Scott, Frank at Gwery, Barry Demet High Island. The last one I can remember, the name of his home erg, our sea, I shot him in the head, we buried him at Rayburn. I don't remember the dates and all of them because there was too many. Some of them were hitchhikers, I don't remember their names. Dean told me there was 24 and all, but I wasn't with him and all of them. I just, I tried to tell my mother two or three times about this stuff and she just wouldn't believe me. I even wrote a confession one time and hit it, hoping that Dean would kill me because the

thing was bothering me so bad. I gave the confession to my mother and told her if I was gone for a certain length of time to turn it in, me and David talked about killing Dean so that we could get away from this whole thing in several times. I have come to within an inch of killing him, but I just never got the nerve enough to do it until yesterday because Dean told me that this organization would get me if I ever did anything to him. This statement covers all that I can remember

about all these killings, and all that I know about where they are buried, signed way and henley. Now, interesting notes about the organization, might be some bullshit to shift blame and alleviate guilt, but I doubt it. Dean Coral certainly was a manipulative and ruthless piece of shit, lying to these teens about an organization

that would kill them, if they didn't cooperate, doesn't seem like a stretch or out of character to me. And we're gonna learn later, there might be something more to the organization. That's coming up in a bit. Now, we have the confession, so let's jump to their trials,

not long before the Texas began digging up body after body and the heat US Supreme Court placed a moratorium on state executions So so neither Henley nor Brooks was eligible for the the death penalty Henley was put in a solitary can or put in solitary confinement while in trial He was being taunted by other inmates is bonds that are to hundred grand Billy Rittinger who had survived that final kidnapping was released by Dean Coral to urgent David Brooks, arrived at the hearing with the paper bag over his head, holds cut out for his eyes so he can seal his identity. The grand jury ended up handing

down six indictments against Henley and four against David Brooks, and they decided to try both boys separately. Henley was up first. His trial was scheduled to start July 9, 1974, standing Tony O's Bexford County Courthouse, almost 11 months after Henley had killed Dean Coral. And what police had ruled as an act of self-defense, although he would not be held responsible for Coral's death, his confession led to him being named in the murders of Frank, Anthony Aguari, Homer Garcia, Charles Cobble, Marty Jones, William Lawrence, and Johnny DeLone. When the courtroom opened, famed author of In Cold Blood and journalist Truman Capote

was there, hired by the Washington Post to write a daily diary of the proceedings, but Capote left when Henley was brought into the courtroom and discontinued his work on the trial. Never said why. Maybe nothing more to be said. Maybe just felt bad for Wayne. Henley's demeanor did not help him with the jury. During the trial, he was at one point caught playing with one of the handcuffs from the torture board. During recesses, he wouldn't sit still roam the courtroom sometimes talking to news

reporters like their old pals he pick up packages to hair that been submitted for evidence including his own examine them closely trial ended after only a week and after he never took the stand to testify in his own defense based on his defense council and the jury deliberated for just 90 minutes before finding him guilty. However, because the jury had not been sequestered properly during his first trial, someone received phone calls, he was granted a new trial, and that one only lasted 18 days. The jury there deliberated only two hours before returning with the same six, 99 year guilty sentences he'd been given in his first trial. Hard not to agree with their decision, I guess you know unlike David Henley was not groomed

He willingly involved himself with what he knew was at least human sex trafficking of minors Like he knew that was at least what was going on when he joined and when then when he learned it was actually murder Yeah, he seemed pretty enthusiastically kind of go along with it 1975 David Owen Brooks goes on trial for the murder of 15-year-old William Lawrence. His confession considered key evidence. As Tony Jim Skeleton argues that his client had not committed any of the murders and attempted to portray Dean Candyman Coral and to a lesser degree, Henley is being the active participants. Assistant District Attorney Tommy Dunn dismissed the defense's contention outright at one

point telling the jury, this defendant was in on this murderous rampage from the very beginning. He attempts to inform you. He was a cheerleader of nothing else. That's what he is telling you about his presence. You know he was in on it. David Brooks trial lasted less than a week. Jury deliberated for just 90 minutes before the reach of verdict, found him guilty of Lawrence's murder on March 4, 1975, sent him to life in prison. He showed no emotion, his wife who was in the courtroom burst into tears, and then as of 2015, he'd already been denied for 19 times. I gotta say, you guys know I'm pretty firm on crime and punishment, but I don't agree

with the prosecutor's assessment, or the jury's decision based on what I've read. He was only 12 when he met Dean. 12 when Dean started to groom him. Do you remember how impressionable you were when you were 12? How desperate you were for approval? Now imagine if no one in your life gave a shit about you,

kids are teasing you at school, your parents are neglecting you, some dude tells you, you're the best, comes a father figure, gives you candy, money, time, affection, then starts molesting you by the time you're 14. You know, by molesting by your father figure, then you have to that, you realize he's out molesting others, murdering others. Does that justify, you know, finding other kids for dating a murder? No, of course not. I don't

know, but just life in prison. I just, I don't know, part of me thinks that's too much for this, you know, uh, it was never his idea to do any of that. And unlike Wayne, it doesn't feel like he, he was, you know, uh, enjoying being along for the ride. It felt like he was scared of manipulating it into being on the ride. Even Wayne never said he actively participated in any of the killings. He clearly could have. I imagine Dean would have loved that, but he didn't. Doesn't seem fair, he's still in prison with a way. And he may have been scared over his safety about some stuff Dean was saying that we are going to again, I keep teasing it, but we're going to look at it in just a little bit. After we lighten things up and feel a little better about ourselves for a second by looking down on today's idiots of the internet

All right Under today's video the candy man Dean Coral serial killer files number 34 posted by user rob dike User lequiva brown post post something I thought was really cool. Lakeiva wrote, this makes you realize the importance of teaching your son to watch out for creeps. Everyone always focuses on teaching girls about rape and whatever else, but what about the boys?

Exactly. We shouldn't forget to remind our sons that there are predators on the prowl for them as well. You know, I've talked to both my kids, probably too many times about this kind of shit, ever since they were little. They've known what's unacceptable for a grown person to do to them and I've always, you know,

or kid or whatever. And I've always told them they can always tell me what's going on and then I guarantee I will make whatever's happening stop. I will find whoever's doing it, those are go to jail. Maybe this is too much for me to tell my kids, but I've told them it's a please don't, you know, believe our story, that I'll fucking kill them.

And I'm not kidding. And my kids know that. They probably actually wish I would just shut up about it. Well, almost immediately under LeKiva's kickass reminder, some stupid asshole redirects the comment section into a narrative that has nothing to do with the candy man, or her comment. They try to force the thread and then talking about an issue

that clearly is just a trigger for them, and they get shitty. So many people do this. At a show of mine in West Palm Beach, just recently, had an audience member yell after me making some comments about some flat earth or in the audience who couldn't handle my flat earth mockery and actually walked out.

Well, this audience member yells at me, well, at least he wasn't in favor of pedophiles as if I was in favor of pedophiles. And I knew what he meant. I had done a setup to some jokes earlier where I said the joke goes something to the effect of ignorant people, or this is a setup, ignorant people are the worst people on earth,

and you might think what about murderers? Rapists, pedophiles, aren't they worse than dummies? Yes, sure, individually, but they don't have the dummies' numbers. And that's the real danger with idiots. They're out there in the hundreds of millions. Odds are murder, not gonna affect your day in a negative way Statistically not gonna have a bad experience with the murderer tomorrow if you do terrible day Arguably your worst slash last day, but probably not gonna happen

But you're definitely gonna have an unpleasant run in with a dumb shit Sadly, you're ongoing daily source say you're ongoing daily social forecast is always a hundred percent chance of some dumb. So I say something basically that. And then I go into a bunch of jokes about how idiots, you know, add stress to our lives. And all this easily triggered dude, heard what he does pedophiles. And I pointed out how wrong he was, you know how I'd never said anything along the lines of, you know who's awesome pedophiles? How cool are child molesters? In fact, later in the same show, I did another new joke where I describe an island I'd

like to send pedophiles to where they'll be killed and eaten by lines, but he doesn't he doesn't hear that he doesn't make it to the aggressively anti-pedophile joke he's already stormed out he's already yelled at the manager and a lobby I heard about this after the show for allowing a pro pedophile comedian to unleash his it's cool to diddle kids agenda on stage fucking seriously on my flight home I actually ran into a guy who's at the show and he said that he and his friends had a real good laugh about that idiot later that night. Let's do to who honestly probably should save them on. He's spending on comedy club tickets and spending on therapy. He's clearly struggling with some shit. Only heard what he wanted to hear and then tried to force his, you know, pre-programmed agenda on

everybody else like so many it is the internet do. Like user hit me up who under underly keep his comment about how boys should be taught about creeps as well as girls, he sees another poster, Ruby Rain, right, yes, I'm a feminist and I completely agree, girls are always worn, but boys are not. A post, a green with LeKiva, but all hit me up reads as the word feminist and off to the idiot races he goes.

He posts, I'm not a feminist, we already have equality in first world countries. What? Now look, look, I do think I can see how people I guess may feel it's unnecessary for Ruby Raine to qualify her post with I'm a feminist. You could argue, who gives a shit? Let your comments stand on its own.

The documentary you're commenting on or has nothing to do with being or not being a feminist. But I can also see her adding the qualify or of feminist, you know, as a nice way of saying, hey, even as someone who primarily focuses on equality for women, even as someone who focuses on not letting women be dominated by deeply ingrained and long-standing cultural patriarchy, I can still see that these young men were done a tremendous cultural disservice by not being informed that they too as young men can become the victim of a sexual predator. I fucking get it. All right, I get it, Ruby Rain. service by not being informed that they too as young men can become the victim of a sexual predator.

I fucking get it. Alright, get it RubyRain. Hit me up does not get it. The word feminism is just becoming an emotional trigger for him because of some kind of negative encounter or encounters he had with people who are or claim to be feminists or maybe he's just a misogynistic asshole. Dude, no one gives a shit that you're not a feminist, hit me up. And actually we don't have a quality you dump shit in the first world for men and women.

Women are the victims of sexual assault, far more often than men. They still get paid less than men for the same jobs in the workplace. Look at any magazine rack in the grocery store. It's clear our culture still values women primarily based on their physical appearance. And this has come from a dude

who hosted a show for two years on Playboy, showcasing nude models. I can both admire a woman's physical beauty. I'm a straight dude, attracted to women, boobs. Yeah, I'm in. Regina, check, love it. But I can also respect the same woman as being an intellectual equal.

Same chance as a random dude to me, as being, you know, smarter smarter than me, maybe not as smart as me, whatever, same. Unfortunately, a lot of people still don't see it that way. Not in 2018, they still don't. And study history, and if you don't see that women's rights have been consistently oppressed and ignored by almost every single culture throughout the history of humanity, well, then you're just not looking hard enough.

Ruby Train comes back with another good point instead of being mean, says, hit me up. Good for you. But most of the planet isn't the first world. Excellent point. Yes, YouTube isn't just United States. Some people read these comments, do live in blatantly, you know, like a fundamental Islamic type countries

that are blatantly sexist. You know, hit me up, can't acknowledge this though. Instead of addressing what Ruby train actually wrote, he goes back to force and agenda of hating feminists, right? And feminism is just about hating men. Now it's not dummy. It's a silly blanket statement, made by someone who doesn't like to think hard about things. Some feminists may and I'm sure do hate men, but many don't. All don't. And then when no one replies immediately, hit me up, ask for me, train, why do you hate men?

Once again, dummy, see, he's just, he's forcing this. No one is saying any of this. No one is prompting any of this. No one has talked about hate men. The rest of the thread continues to show great patience with hit me up. force in this, no one is saying any of this, no one is prompting any of this, no one is talking about hatey men. The rest of the thread continues to show great patience with hip-me-up. User, Lady Kocchan posting, you're thinking of a masonry, not feminism. People who claim to be feminists and yet say they hate men are not feminists. Feminism is all about equality. There is a great quote about feminism.

The thing is, it's patriarchy that says men are stupid and monolithic and unchanging and incapable. It's patriarchy that says men have animalistic instincts and just can't stop themselves from harassing and assaulting. It's patriarchy that says men can only be attracted by certain qualities, can only have particular kinds of responses, can only experience the world in narrow ways. Feminism holds that men are capable of more, that they are more than that. Cool quote. I don't know who said it, they didn't put the author there, but we're capable of more than just being fuck machines. Yeah, agreed.

And what does hit me up, how to say to this? Nada, nothing. His credit, based on nearly everyone else in the thread, a green with Lady Kuchon, Ruby Trained, Likiva Brown, others, they probably realize he's a little out of his depths now. And then, user World Star Hip Hop puts a nice little button on the thread, posting, LaKiva, stay woke. Did not expect that. Coming from World Star Hip Hop.

A website mostly dedicated to from what I can tell women fighting in public. But refreshing today, refreshing to see how many people really aren't idiots of the internet. You know, many people are staying woke. It is an internet. Okay, so back to the candy man. I didn't really dive too deep in his torture methods, but we know some of it or of some of his cruel ways. You know, they're so toy box killer as horrifying. They may have contributed to the sentences handed down to accomplices, David and Wayne. This won't last long, but what I have to say for the next few minutes is brutal.

So listener beware. This is going to get very, very rough. All of Coral's torture methods were gruesome and horrifying, but his use of glass rods, probably the most sadistic. While torturing a victim on his board, he would routinely, and this is going to be really, really bad. If you want to, if you want to fucking skip now, he would routinely take a long thin glass rod and insert it into the urethra of his victim before snapping it off. And then sometimes crushing it.

You heard that right. He would stick a long glass rod inside somebody's pee hole, then break the glass. No anesthesia. That hurts to just think about. I actually will not think about that too hard. When police discover the torture after Coral's death, they find a series of broken glass rods littering the floor.

Ah! According to Wayne Henley, one of Coral's victims upset the murder so much that Candyman nod off his genitals while locked to the torture board. Quickly have a new nightmare worse than the glass rod. What an insanely sadistic piece of shit. Oh, because why? Because Mama didn't accept who you were? Fuck you! Oh, man, I hate it you know, blame, and you know this guy would probably blame everything. And will you, because, you know, people didn't accept and fucking did it, did it, did it. What's everybody had to read a book called, a, a child called it?

There's a book called, a child called it by Dave Peltzer. And after reading it, very hard to feel sorry for yourself. Man, this guy overcame so much and never took out all the abuse that happened on him on anyone else. Okay, well, when police finally brought the, or, when they finally made it to the boat shed, excuse me, where Coral kept the remains of his victims, they found the penis and testicles of the kid. The dean had chewed on in a plastic bag and adding to the horror forensic researchers deducted from the size and type of the wounds that the boys' genitals had in fact been bitten off in one bite Fuck and it sounds like well David was the kid, you know He groomed to become assistant David wasn't the only kid him elested before the murders as well the candy man hosted parties for years for boys

Age 12 to 14 serving him soda and snacks get the kids comfortable with him after gaining the trust He'd invite them to grown up parties and then would choose which boys you wanted wanted to rape. And later of course, which boys you'd want to murder. Candyman, a truly a monster. Oh man, what we don't get to ever hear from him what he did, it does feel good, at least I had a violent death. And before we recap with today's top five takeaways, this is that information I kept teasing earlier

about this organization that he may have referred to that he did refer to probably to kind of, you know, keep his apprentices in line during a separate investigation unrelated to the candy man killer conducted in March 1975. Houston police discovered a cache of pranot pornographic pictures and films depicting young boys of the 16 individuals depicted within the files or the films and photos. 11 of the use appeared to be some of the victims of Dean Coral. This discovery raised the very disturbing possibility that the statements he'd given to both Henley and Brooks prior to his murder about being associated with an organization,

an organization that bought and sold boys may not have actually been bullshit. How scary is that? The discovery of the material in Houston in 75 led to the arrest of five individuals in Santa Clara, California. Part of a national child sex ring. No direct link to Coral was proven by the arrest, but that might only be because Houston police declined to pursue any possible link to the killings, stating that they felt Coral's victims' families had suffered enough. Fucking Houston police in the 70s, man. Anything they can do to get out of paperwork. No, he's dead, so no.

Look, it's our bowling league season. And we got a lot of bowling to do, so we're not gonna pursue this. So disturbing to think that other monsters may have been associated with the candy man, people who could possibly still be out there today. And now it is time for today's top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways.

Number one, Dean, the candy man, Coral believed who have been murdered, at least 29 teenage boys in the Hueson area between 1970 and 1973. Number two, the candy man, also known by the press as the pie-piper because kids used to follow him around hoping to get some of his free candy. Number three, at the time of his death, the candy man was considered to be the most prolific serial killer in

US history, probably only because so many of the probable murders committed by H. H. Holmes just could not be proven. Number four, the candy man rarely worked alone, so additionally disturbing that he convinced two teenage boys, David Owen Brooks, Elmer Wayne, Henley, Jr. to help him capture rape torture and kill other teenage boys, some of whom were David and Wayne's friends. And that beyond those two, he may have actually been part of some horrible national pedophile organization just further terrifying. And number five, new info is the 1992 horror movie the candy man Based on Dean Arnold Coral. No, it is not the 90s slasher fake slasher flick the holds respectable

70% critical approval rating on rotten tomatoes nothing to do with the Houston murders That movie's more based on the urban legend of bloody Mary and Vokername. You'll conjure an angry spirit to life You know say candy man five times in the he comes to slash you with his metal hook hand. The movie Candyman is the angry spirit of a former slave who fell in love with the land owner's daughter, was then run down by a lynch mop, cut off his right hand, replaced it with a rusty hook, smeared him with honey and had bees sting him to death. A little bit different than Dean's story.

There is a very low budget dean Candyman core movie called In a Mad Man's World that may have been released to a few art house theaters in 2017. I have no idea what to watch it now. Not on Amazon, not on Netflix, not on YouTube. You can find the trade on YouTube. Other than that, it's very hard to figure out where you can watch this movie. Crazy that with the cultural appetite for true crime, there are still too many sadistic pieces of shit out there to make movies about all of them. Also crazy that someone decided to make up a horror movie. About a killer called the Candyman when there was already a real Candyman way scarier than the dude in the movie.

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It's overdue. I know, I know. It's an important, you know, it's a hot topic, polarizing topic. I'm going to do my best to present a rational depiction of the current immigration dilemma. Well, you know, well, address what it takes to become a legal citizen of the United States. Well, sucking to the US's history of immigration, obviously, a long history. We'll talk about the future of immigration. You know, what's realistic? How many citizens of other nations should be allowed in? All some some, none. Which citizen should be allowed in? Those who can immediately contribute,

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I actually just told my agent that I'm not taking as much standup work next year. I mean, I'm still going to tour. I know that you like my standup, I'm still going to create new stuff, but I just, not as much, not as much as this year. Because I want to focus more on this. I want to focus on this community.

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That's all for today, suck faithful. Don't be a chalamelistin, hand it out, candy, van drive, and torture board making, piece of shit creep. Instead of that, how about I throw out this? How about you instead just keep on sucking? Oh shit.