Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 197 - Serial Killer: Joachim Kroll

Episode Date: June 22, 2020

Wow. THIS guy! Joachim Kroll is one of the most disturbing serial killers we've covered so far. And if you've listened to the Albert Fish and Toybox Killer episodes, you know that is saying A LOT. From 1955 to 1976, this German rapist, murderer, and cannibal is thought to have killed at least 14 people and probably killed more than 30 people - almost all of them young women and girls. Annnnnd, we also dive briefly into other examples of modern cannibals and the details we share are beyond grisly. If you can't handle tales of cannibalism, you're for sure gonna want to sit this one out. We've donated $5,800 this month to the Alzheimer's Association. The Alzheimer’s Association leads the way toward ending Alzheimer’s and all other dementia. To find out more, visit https://www.alz.org/ Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/sDrEdo7IXsc Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ 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 and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 8500 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

Extra big parental warning on today's episode. Almost every episode of Time Suck is wildly inappropriate, but this one, a little extra disturbing. This one's up there with the toy box killer, Albert Fish, Joseph Duncan, Bob Bredella, Chiquitillo, and a few others, as far as being one of the most upsetting topics we've ever covered, fascinating as hell, but extremely graphic content lies ahead.

Between the years of 1955 and 1976, Yakim Kroll raped murdered and also ate many of his victims. All but one of his victims were women, most of them young girls living around Diesberg, Germany, relatively unknown outside of Germany, the Diesberg man-eater, aka the Rohr Hunter, aka the Rohr Cannibal, was an intensely disturbing and deranged serial killer who terrorized his victims by committing some of the most heinous crimes known to man. Crow killed at least 14 people and potentially killed raped and ate more than twice that

amount during his two decade long spree. He also destroyed additional lives and other ways by having a string of unfortunate men take the fall for his crimes. Did he pull all this off because he was some kind of criminal mastermind? Uh, no, not even close. He's the most intellectually challenged killer we've ever covered, but don't let that make you feel sorry for this monster. His crimes don't leave any room for sympathy.

After we learn about Crowlin is demented tale, stick around for a deeper look into cannibalism around the world, turns out there are more than a few other examples of meat sacks as disturbing as cruel. So buckle up and get ready for a darkest fuck. True crime, did you really just say that addition of Time Suck. Happy Monday, time suckers. I'm Dan Cummins, the master sucker, the dark web diver, minstrel of mayhem, and you are listening to Time Suck. Hail Nimrod, watch over as Lucifina, us, Bojangles, and sue this triple them.

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Let's get to know Joachim Kroll. Kroll would kill in Germany for a long, long time. know, y'all can crawl. I know, y'all can crawl. I know, y'all can crawl. I know, y'all can crawl. Crawl would kill in Germany for a long, long time. I actually can't think of anyone who killed in eight as many people and got away with it for as long as he did anywhere. Crawl would later try and claim that his murder has had to do with a simple inability to buy food. He's trying to save money on his groceries. That's bullshit.

He did it because he loved it. He did it because it turned him on. He loved gore sexually attracted to gore. Unlike most serial killers we covered, Crowe never had an actual consensual sexual relationship with anyone in his life. He almost had one one night stand almost. Never learned how to talk to women.

Never learned how to talk to anyone really. Never really had any friends. Very, very much a loner. And being a loner often not a good thing. Never learned how to talk to women. Never learned how to talk to anyone really. Never really had any friends. Very, very much a loner. And being a loner, often not a good thing. Many of us, if not almost all of us or all of us, need someone to help realist back in from the darkness from time to time.

Crow had no such person. Not after his mother died. He was untethered, free to explore his sadistic urges. No one was watching him. No one was watching him. No one was checking in. And that's a damn shame because he really, really could have used someone to guide him towards a much better life than the one he chose. Let's dig into that life now marching down a time suck timeline.

On April 17th, 1933, Yahem Gorg Kroll, born in a town that no longer exists under the name or country it did when Yachtin was born, Hindenburg, province of Upper Celicia. Streaming to a wormhole, I spent way too much time researching, bear with me for a moment. Wanting to get a feel for the town of his birth, I had trouble getting details about Hindenburg because there is no Hindenburg Germany, not anymore. Few decades prior to Yachtman's birth, his town was known by its Polish name of Zabse, or Poland. I've joked around a lot about Poland on time, so I'm a wife, it's mostly Polish. It really has truly been invaded so so many times.

It's been fucked over a bunch of times. It's long history, pretty damn complicated, being sandwiched between various Russian and German states, turn into a real punching bag. That was the foreign pressers for most of the last two and a half centuries, Russia, Austria and Prussia, essentially Germany under a different name, carved Poland up in 1795, and the historically Polish city of Zabse, now under Prussian rule was renamed Hindenburg in honor of the German general and later president of Germany in 1915. After World War I, Poland regained its independence, but a lot of Germans had settled in Hindenburg during its Prussian occupation, and it ended up right on the border of the new Poland and Germany.

And a vote was held for its residents to decide if it wanted to remain German or go back to being Polish. And the majority of its residents were like, fuck Poland. So most of the city remained part of Germany. The city ended up becoming divided as a border town. Yachim ended up being born on the German side. Then World War II happened and Germany took Poland back over and all of his abs, yeah, uh... as a border town york him ended up being born on the germans side then world war two happened in germany took poland back over

and all of the zabsia uh... fell back under german control then world war two ended and polo became its own nation again and it was given a brand new more expanded border and hindenburg was no longer a border town it fell well within poland and then in nineteen forty five is resins for like fuck Germany. And they renamed it Zabje. And that is why when you find Yakim's bio in some place like Wikipedia, murder, pdf,

whatever, and it says he was born in Hindenburg, Germany, and then you click the link or you look into it, uh, Zabje, Poland pops up instead of Hindenburg. So boom, uh, mystery solved Hale Nimrod. And I do realize most people probably don't give a shit about that detail, but it confused me. It bothered me. Once I figured it out, it felt like I had a share with you. So what did Yachim do growing up in this German Polish town? Well, not a lot is written about Yachim's early life

and sources are often contradictory. He was either the sixth or the eighth of a total of eight or nine children born to the Krohl family. I'm gonna go with eight. Number that comes up the most often, six sisters, one brother, the names of his siblings or his parents, curiously, not given in any of the sources we can find online. Those details may exist in sources written in German. I would be surprised if they didn't actually, but none of that info seems to have made the

jump into English. Seems that Yachim was born into a coal mining family. The area of Zabseh had become a huge coal mining region by the end of the 18th century. Yachtin was a small, feeble, and intellectually slow child, estimated, estimated to have an IQ of around 76, putting him in the middle of the category of borderline impaired or delayed on the most recent fifth edition of the Stanford Benei intelligence scale. Below 69 is mildly impaired or delayed.

Other scales list a score of 76 as low intelligence or as well below average. According to those who study intelligence, a mind in this IQ range will have a limited trainability. We'll have difficulty with everyday demands. These include problems using a phone book, reading bus, or train schedules, banking, filling out forms, using appliances like microwaves and computers. I find that Yacht Kim's level of intelligence pretty interesting. Very different than most of the killers we've covered here on TimeSuck.

He was for sure smart enough to know what he was doing was very wrong. He always took steps to hide his crimes, always took steps to get away with what he was doing. So in that sense, I do not give him a pass. I don't feel sorry for him. It doesn't seem that his limited intellectual ability led him to murder, not at all. His compulsion for citizen killing doesn't seem to have been connected in any way to say his inability to perform well in school academically. I find his low intelligence interesting because of how long he got away with his horrific crimes, two decades. Usually someone who gets away with brutal serial killing

for that long is more likely to be some type of criminal mastermind than someone with the intelligence of a mentally impaired child. Due to Yachtham's limited intellectual abilities, he was labeled as being stupid by his classmates, physically small and weak as well With gigantic ears that stuck almost straight out young crow was a bully magnet Obviously, this took a hard emotional toll on him as it would anyone being bullied being socially ostracized

That may have for sure helped lead him to become in a serial killer So I guess in that sense his low IQ and murders could be seen as being somewhat connected Seems yaw Kim was also ridiculed at home by his older sisters and brother, according to Crowe. All of his family members took part in teasing him except his mother, sweet sweet mommy. Crowe became quite the mom his boy and her later death would devastate him. Mother you're the only one I can trust. Kemper reference there for any new listeners thinking, uh, where the hell did that voice just

come from? Kroll's father allegedly instigated much of the abuse, both mentally and physically against his slow feeble son. Kroll claimed that his father thought he was a loser, made a point to tell him that on a regular basis. Now while we still don't know his dad's name, we do know that his home was not filled with awesome father trophies. And again, here is numerous siblings.

According to Kroll, weren't much better than their dad using Kroll as a family scapegoat, blaming him for things that would have gotten them in trouble. He'd end up supposedly taking their beatings. He quickly became the outsider of the family, the black sheep, the outcast. He would develop into a loner. As we just learned in the killer kid's suck, becoming a a picked on loner is a great way to grow up and become a killer And needless to say his self esteem was not off the charts high He didn't wear a lot of t-shirts that unironically said stuff like stud muffin

Uh, no one ever seriously refer to this guy is being the German equivalent of a pussy magnet not in some unironic way Girl also I had a serious bedwitting issue Uh, they would plague him for much of his life, making things even better. His family was super poor as was much of Germany between the end of World War I and during World War II. Krolls off and waited in long bread lines just to get barely enough shitty food to stop their stomachs from growling.

Oh my God, it's just a pit of sadness here. His childhood was like a fodder for one of Steph Cox Kirby's routines, the dark comic of the suck verse. If you grew up a big year, no friend to having bedwitter, standing in a breadline with your daddy and sisters and brother who mocked you relentlessly for being slow,

and the only friend you have in the world is your mama. You might be a killer. 1940 or 1941, after Yachtham finished up the third grade, he was placed into a special needs school where he continued to struggle when he came to learn and to rewrite and work with numbers. Even at this school, he was the target of bullies, poor kid. Now at his school, full of kids,

likely bullied in their previous schools, he's still bullied. He was not a kingship of fuck mount. He stood at the very bottom of that hill. At the age of around 10 in 1943, like most German boys at the time, Yankin was drafted into the Hitler youth party. Once again, his low intelligence, his quote unquote, mousey features and big ears made of an instant target for ridicule. Small for his age, slow to respond to instructions,

Nazi group leaders called him stupid, gutless, and a wimp. Which is really surprising. I mean, it's not like the Nazis were known for being kind of nurturing. I mean, how weird would it be if the story took that particular turn? You know, foul sudden psych and when the Yachton joined the Hitler youth, everything turned around. His fellow young Nazis helped him with his reading, his writing, his arithmetic. It taught him how to fight, how to take care of himself.

I learned how to talk to girls, his writing, his arithmetic. It's not him how to fight, how to take care of himself. Learn how to talk to girls, his self-esteem, skyrocketed. Thanks to all those super supportive, emotionally sensitive young Nazis. Crowding last long was basically kicked out of the Hitler youth for not being up to Nazi standards. It's got to be a tough self-esteem day, right? Especially when your dad is now fighting in the war for Germany. You know, his young cold is yes, Hitler.

I've found to be a part of the master race. Nine, nine. The master race is not about the large bad ears. The master race is not about the tiny muscles and the tiny brain. There must be more than just hating the Jews. So must be strong. Must not be a little girly bad boy. At some point during the war, Kroel's father dies fighting for Germany against the Russians.

Has already poor families even worse off than before. So super fun times. Uh, and actually we think Kroel's dad died in the war. Some sources say he was taken as a prisoner war by Russia towards the end of the war and just never returned home. Other sources say he did return home and either died later in Crowell's childhood or abandoned his family. No matter which version is true, by the time Crowell would be arrested for multiple murders. Both his parents will be long, long dead. During the war, Crowell's family moves around looking for any work they can find to stay

alive and war devastated Germany times are tough, real tough for almost everyone in the area. 1945 when Crowellles 12 is hometown now suddenly belongs to Poland, anti-German sentiment rises in the area, which I guess is to be expected. I don't think anyone after the war gave the Nazis a real pass. I'm just like, I don't worry about it. Shit happens. We get it. So Kroles, shitty life gets even shittier. Now kids can make fun of him for being a former Nazi in addition to being slow, weak, physically unattractive. He's killing the game. He's killing, he's jumping out of bed every morning, just fucking pumping his fist.

Fuck you out. Woo! Loving my life. Uh, no. Between 1947, 1949 when curls between the ages of 14 and 16, the cruel family flees, Poland, moves back to Germany to a little village in the area, uh, in the, what now makes up the state of North, Orion, Westphalia, and they get work as farm laborers,

move into a tiny two room house, his mom, six sisters, brother, him, all living in a two room home. Oh, everything's asus. Everything's going really, really well for the crows. It's helped the family, young Yachim and his, are Yachim, excuse me, the siblings now all work as farmers. And according to the records we can find, Yachim enjoyed working on the farm.

Like really enjoyed it too much actually. It was good for a self-esteem to do something productive, but you got a little carried away with farm life. You sexually discovered himself on the farm. Uh huh. Things are about to get real explicit and insane and sane. Excuse me. Uh, call especially enjoyed working in the slaughterhouses. Yikes. Maybe a little bit of a red flag there. Uh, was that a slaughterhouse where, uh, yeah, him first felt, uh, strong sexual arousal. Uh, he later admitted to authorities that while he was watching someone butcher a pig, when he first saw the pig's blood and hurt its screams, his stomach tingled and he felt sexually

aroused in a way he had never experienced before. He got so turned on, so taken by the surgeon of chemicals and his suddenly racing heartbeat that he actually had to go outside to catch his breath, calm back down, he had to, hit it, go walk off a murder boner. But he now was sporting my God. It the first time you remember damn near poking a hole in your overalls with your meat sort was the first time you saw all get killed. You might be a killer. Lord, I have mercy, you might be a killer. Yahim would later refer to this sense of extreme arousal as his funny feelings.

A little quote from him, his funny feelings. So fucking creepy. Imagine going hunting with this guy or something. Where you heading off to, Yahem? Got in this deer making you sick? Nine, I like it, I like it too much. Needed to find the private place to be to pay my funny feelings. Later on in

his young adult life, Yahem would have a much more direct sexual experiences with farm animals. Yahem never assigned an exact age to these relations when he talked about it. So I might as well just relay this information now. At later point in his youth, Crowe watched a farmer inseminate a cow by shoving his hand into the cows vagina and surprise surprise yet some more funny feelings. And that's the S light bulb went off in his dementia head. He thought something along the lines of, hmm, that guy can put his arm inside the cow. I can fash out get to my vina and that. Apparently that's exactly what he started doing.

He's Christ. And often we don't know how often. Unfortunately, he didn't he didn't keep some kind of deranged cow fucking journal. The Derst diary. The day is August 16, 1950. It was a warm summer's day. Today in Heidel's smuggle, I fucked in the morning. Stockings of hay bales, insumin' barn, I fucked up,

kite an appetite. Then, when I get into some warm, fresh milk, that is when I first saw her. Betsy was beautiful. Long eyelashes, dark seductive eyes, wonderful coloring. Beautiful brown space with sexy little hooves and a little skinny little tail that really got my juices flowing.

We made love in stall number four. Me frosting a words, powerful lovers at am, and her eating some hay and sweating some flies from her sexy hide. It was a perfect day. I think I will see her again. They are saying, I might have found a new girlfriend. Father was wrong. Oh, your him is not a loser.

It's kind of ladies man. This is the fourth lady carard, Conquer this month. I think I might even be a slut even. I just, so clearly you know him not developing a healthy sexual identity. So far, my story, I'm just gonna stop it laugh a bunch. I was doing this the entire week. Researches and so far, pig slaughter, cowfugging

or his primary sources of sexual satisfaction. Is this? Also sometime in his early farming youth, he does make at least one attempt at trying to seduce a human one. Doesn't go well. He has no idea how to talk to women. He later would talk with psychiatrist after his capture about making some impulsive advances towards milkmaid he was working with.

And she rejected his advances, which sound like they were super clumsy. Basically, it sounds like he just walked up to a milkmaid he was working with and just out of nowhere started trying to make out with her. And she was like, what the fuck are you doing? Get away from me creep! Like, it sounded like he approached this woman like he would approach one of the cows he was fucking. No conversation, no foreplay, like just get into it. That's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's that's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's there's She shouted nine, she buffed me in the face and she ran away. Luckily in the afternoon during the break for lunch, I ran into a beautiful German wholestin and star number nine, Clara Ball, such good coloring, such a busty little ada, what a heart that a ada.

She'd like her maestrosthin so much, even stuffed it in the head, a tonne ahead and moored me enticingly. After several years of farm work in California, in January 21st, 1955, when Yahem is 21, his mom dies and this seemed to break something inside of him. His mom was most important person in the world to Yahem, the one woman who didn't seem to openly despise him or at least be annoyed or creeped out by him. He was crushed when she passed. Only a few weeks later, he began his two-decade long murder spree.

He take the anger he felt out about his mom's passing on future victims. And he suddenly just feel comfortable succumbing to dark urges. He may have had for years. Now that he no longer had to worry about mommy finding out, we don't know. Now him didn't appear to be capable, really, of verbally expressing that type of introspection. And most accounts his family drifted apart after his mom's passing, now that both parents are dead. It doesn't appear that he really kept in touch with any family after this at least according to any of the sources what was revealed in any of the articles.

Immediately after his mom's passing, Yahim moves to Deesburg, northwest Germany, part of again the Royal Region where he would spend the rest of his life. Deesburg, a city around half a million in a metro area of several million. The Royal Region, the raw region, or raw district, known primarily for its mining and steel production encompasses 50 industrial cities, often referred to as the iron triangle. Sounds lovely. Back in the 50s, it was both a heavily populated and also incredibly polluted area.

More people live there than they do now due to a decline in mining and a decline in steel production beginning in the mid 60s. In the 50s, this inundated was factories unhindered by modern environmental laws. It was a nightmare. Suit, sulfuric acid regularly fell from the sky, coloring the waterways, bright shades of yellow and green, rendering local streams devoid of life. A few species of wildlife able to exist in this toxic environment, reportedly poisonous, and considered inedible

as our most forms of plant life. Also making it even better, 80% of all residential buildings in the city had been destroyed or partly damaged at least in World War II bombing rates. Pictures of the area make it seem like it's quite nice now, but the Deesburg, Yahem moved into in 1955 was some type of low rent Gotham city straight out of a particularly dark run of Batman comics, a fitting desolate backdrop for his depraved crimes. Yahem found work as a janitor and as a quote, toilet attendant and with the help of governmental social services moved into his own apartment. He also made at least one attempt at having a sexual relationship

with a human woman quickly after arriving in this book. A minute waitress from a nearby bar took her out for a movie. It seems to be his one and only date. Apparently, she was the one who asked him out. He got nervous around her, unable to communicate much with her. They made it to the movie. Then afterwards, she told him to take her back to his flat. When he made it back to his place, she began to touch him sexually.

His total lack of experience with women revealing itself in an embarrassing way. You got excited, got nervous, and he prematurely ejaculated. And then apparently this woman got upset with him, made fun of him and then left. So great. First mom dies and now this. Premature ejaculation will be recurring problem for you all him, according to what he told police years later. And I guess she this lady told other people, must have been a bar close by and other women supposedly made fun of him, who knows how much that was in his mind, how much of it was real.

He was certain now that he wouldn't ever be able to have a real sex with a woman, despite his heightened desire to do so. He was too intimidated now. So he just went back to having sex with farm animals. I'm not sure how he did that when he was working as a janitor. I imagine he just snuck out some open fields outside the town at night, get some more deeds that he would not write about in the imaginary journal. I'm still pretending that he kept.

That's the hour it's that it's February 1st, 1955. Not the greatest of theirs. I had a date with this mother that began to reflect but ended in tragedy. So I sat quietly to remove it and she took me back to my place, put a hand under my penis. I gave him the funniest of funny feelings. I liked it so very much. And little Yahim, he liked it too much. He liked it way too much. And he saw the speak, he spit up his food before the meal was finished.

And Martha, she grew angry. She laughed after, after she was in her little, yakin, spit out of the sink and thinks I have, and says, always was a cowfield. I was thinking, I was saying, there's always cowfields, so it's always so many sex and foot like it feels like it is. February 8, 1955, just over two weeks after his mom's death, Yahim kills for the first time. The cold murder spree officially has begun. Yahim have him feeling lonely desperate for human interaction on the afternoon of February

8th. And you know, it goes on some kind of journey. Takes a short train ride before, according to him, exiting at a random stop, some later investigators would think that his stop was not so random. They would think that maybe he had been stuck in this victim for a while before her murder. Either way, whether it was random or not, he got off the train, walked along a road on the edge of a forest, and ended up encountering 19 year old, earned guard's trail.

She was a beautiful young blonde dressed in all green, walking to the near my village of Heronstein, less than a mile away, to have lunch with her parents, girl found her to be extremely attractive, asked if she would like to take a walk in the woods with him. At least that's what he said. He said he asked for that. Maybe I have some doubts.

I just can't see this girl agreeing to go walking out into the woods with some dudes. She just met, especially when this dude is creepy as a yahim crawl dude who looked like a serial killer. If he did convince her to walk with him, I bet he made up some bullshit stories. They get her to feel sorry for him. Maybe he's looking for his little sister or maybe his dog got lost or something. He wasn't very clever. He truly was intellectually limited, but he also definitely was able to manipulate

some victims, able to lie in various cases, definitely able to trick people into going on to walks with him or come into his apartment. He also definitely hid their remains, covered his tracks, we wouldn't get caught. So who knows, maybe he was able to convince her somehow to go on a walk with him. Anyway, once they'd walked a short distance,

no one else was around. Kroel said he attempted to kiss Irmgaard and she resisted his advance. I'm sure we just abrupted that I know where again. This pissed little psycho off when she was like, what are you doing? Angered by her actions, he wrestled her to the ground down the woods, got her down, quickly stabbed her four times in the neck with a knife he'd brought with him. Then the strains little pervert grabbed her by her bloody throat, strangled her with her own bra.

Once he was certain she was dead, now he began to grope and defile her body sexually. Finally, attempted to penetrate her vagina with his penis, and then he prematurely ejaculated. And he remained with her body long enough to ejaculate again inside of her. Then things got even crazier. Making cuts similar to a butcher, he opened up her abdomen, spilled her guts as though she were that first peg he saw slaughtered in various sources it is said that he disemboweled her then in an ultimate act of contempt for some stranger who had done nothing to him other than reject his out of nowhere sexual advances he defecated on her seam uncovered bloody corpse seriously he took a

shit on her remains what the fuck fuck? Clearly smart enough to have some real anger issues. Clearly, he built up some rage towards women over the years. Maybe angry also about his premature ejaculation sexual issues. When Irmgard failed to arrive at her parents house for lunch, they immediately knew that something had gone wrong. Surge party, which included almost every able-bodied person living in the small hamlet, was formed that afternoon by her worried mother and father didn't take them long to find her remains. According to some accounts on the same day she went missing only hours after she'd been

killed. Irmguards body was found around 3 p.m. Her remains were partially hidden by the snow covered brush that surrounded them. Her body was only a few hundred feet from the road where she'd ran into Yakimkroll. Yahim. Sorry, I'll keep going, I'll put a K in there. And other accounts, she was found two days after she went missing either way, the brutality and sheer spite of the act horrified the officers and everyone else who found out about it.

A large amount of semen was found in her vagina as well as on her abdomen and pubic hair, a finding which randomly helped crawl a vague detection. This detail is so strange and disturbing. There was so much semen. Officials were convinced that the crime was committed by a gang, by a group of men. Residents especially single women were quickly worn by police that if they must travel alone to avoid groups of young men, no one had any idea that a single individual was to blame for this crime. Only after he was arrested decades later would authorities learn of Kroles nearly insatiable

sexual appetite and the copious amounts of semen he produced. Why does that detail make him so much creepier to me? What a vision. Kroles is small, weak, dim-witted, odd-looking, toilet attendant, rapist and killer, who fucks cows, turned down by pig slaughter, who also produces copious amounts of semen. Imagine any of that on a dating profile. Hello, my name is Yachim.

I'm like, why K? His name needs to, like, it's because his name is spelled, by the way, I keep messed up, J-O-A-C-H-I-M, and it's pronounced, y'all him. Does not visually, I miss every time my brain's like, K, K, K, K, K. But not that kind of K, but just the C-H wants me to go, K, nope, okay.

But anyway, now that I've ruined this joke, imagine that on a day in profile. How my name is y'all him. I claim toilets by day and I feel for Chaddice at night with copious amounts of semen. Ready to party, ready to mingle. Dude, it's a cool. To make his murder even more tragic,

the autopsy report shows that Urmgard was in the early stages of pregnancy. Her parents didn't even know. So technically he killed two people. What an extra emotional upper cut for them to deal with first. Their 19 year old daughter goes missing, then possibly only hours later, they find out that she's been raped and murdered

and also shit on. Then they find out, the next day or two that she was pregnant with their grandchild, this makes any bad week I've ever had pale in comparison. When the officer started to piece a little bit's evidence together they believed that not only it was the crime carried out by a group, but that it was well organized and planned out act of sadism. Certainly not to work as some intellectually challenged cow fucker.

Mad about his mom died. They had rudimentary blood and semen samples, but in the 1950s, DNA evidence long way from becoming part of criminal investigations. In fact, DNA wouldn't be used in a criminal investigation until 1986. The best they could do at this time was identify the blood type and compare it against suspects. But we don't really have any suspects. It's pretty useless. 68 area sex offenders rounded up questioned, narrowed to a pool of 32 suspects, investigated further, crawled not amongst the group. They would narrow the investigation down to one sex offender, but they weren't able to

gather enough evidence to charge the sex offender with the crime, you know, because they didn't do it. This California would never be on the police is radar for any of the murders outside of his last killing. The one that got him caught. By the way, love being able to call him cowfucker and have it be an accurate descriptive term. Not often, not often, you can tell a dark tale about a literal cowfucker.

According to later counts, Yahoo, nervous about, or I'm sorry, Yahoo, never nervous, not ever nervous about getting caught for this murder, over got him never nervous, not ever nervous about getting caught for this murder, overjoyed with what he'd done after the killing. It was the first time he'd had sex with a human woman, no longer alive when he had sex with her, but still excited about the experience. This new form of sexual release gave him a new sense of self-confidence and feeling of power and he soon began to crave this feeling again. Like many serial killers before him and after, Yahem had now entered into a horrific cycle

of demented, sadistic sexual fantasies that he craved with growing intensity fantasies. He obsessed over. Once he finally gave into his urges and scratched this new monstrous itch, it would just begin to grow once more. And the fantasies would build in their intensity all over again,

leading towards another fatal release, fantasize, kill, repeat. When not killing anyone, young Yahem becomes a popular figure in his neighborhood, at least with area children. That's fun. Now he's not killing these handing out candy to the kiddies. Uh, he made friends with many of the kids in the neighborhood around his small flat in a large apartment complex in D-Sport, uh, known, uh, to always have a little candy on him. It'd hand out to the local youth. He did this so often he was given the nickname of Uncle Yahim. He is a caricature of a creepy son of a bitch. One of the documentaries on this guy,

the dramatic reenactment scenes seem poorly and lazily put together, unless you know his story, and then they seem perfectly accurate. He's portrayed as an unbelievably creepy looking dude, like over the top creepy looking. this loner working as this janitor Feet, you know, little little feeble looking beady shifty eyes big dumb Oears always looks greasy Never talks to the adults only seems to light up around kids who he gives candy like it like the stereotypical image of the creepy pedophile killer rapist

Y'all him was that Stereotype that's exactly who he was. We've covered a lot of killers here who have blended into society really well. People who are smart, manipulative, people whose communities were shocked when they were finally apprehended. No one was shocked when YAHIM was caught.

Some of them were surprised. Some of them were surprised, but not shocked because he looked exactly like the kind of dude who did this shit we're talking about. And if you're thinking, what kind of dirtbag fucks cows and takes a shit on his rapin murder victim and then hands out candy kids Look him up. Do you'll Google image search and when you see a picture you'd be like, oh, okay, mm-hmm. Yep. No, that totally fits He reminds me out of the serial killers. We've covered so far is some kind of mashup of Jeffrey Dahmer Edgene Albert Fish

mentally slow and just really Goulish like a Goulish mama's boy like like Geen was Dahmer, Edgene, Albert Fish, mentally slow and just really ghoulish, like a ghoulish mamas boy, like Geen was, Dahmer, like him is in the sense that not super intelligent and shares Dahmer's sexual depravity and as well as well as we'll soon explore as cannibalistic interests, also shared fishes, cannibalistic interests and overall just creepy sexual debauchery. Uncle Yahem would live in the same flat for many years and he just keeps getting creepier. I've gone over the story so many times and I keep forgetting how creepy it gets. He's living in this flat. He's who I'd already described. And he fills his

flat with dolls, toys and candy. Yep. Dolls, toys and candy for the neighborhood kids who he would often invite into play. He'd love the attention, especially of little girls in the neighborhood. When Turn Loved to play with his collection, his new, his big, his large collection of many child-sized dolls, big, big dolls. Unbeknownst to these little girls and their families, Uncle Yahim would use these dolls when no one else was around to practice strangling and fucking little girls. Mm-hmm.

He would strangle and fuck the dolls. He also had a big blow up doll, a big sex doll that he would purchase here pretty soon and he would practice strangling and fucking that as well. He is cartoonishly disturbing. When he's not fucking cows, he's fucking dolls. I know it was a different time, but why would you ever let a little girl go play alone in this dude's apartment? Like, I know they didn't know exactly who he was.

You know, maybe they weren't as familiar with tales of people like y'all him as I am. But still, just some weird dude. Why? One of the sources said that the parents of these kids thought of the little dingy-looking brown-eyed man as being a rather sweet fellow. We just wanted to fail me of his own.

And you know, wasn't able to have one and so they took pity on him. And they just didn't seem as a threat Some of them trusted him to take their little kids on walks around the neighborhood Despite what Cole did numerous other young girls who became victims of his hidden statistics side a neighbor children would always come home safe and happy Usually full of candy at least until this final murder victim. They did Some neighbors felt at the time he spent lavishing affection and gifts on neighborhood children was all done in an effort to fill the lonely void in his heart after his mother's death. That's just not the conclusion I would make. I guess

I just have a more negative view of humanity in some senses. Any time I meet an adult who seems more interested in hanging around the kids at a get together than with the other adults, my dirtbag radar immediately goes off. Maybe they're just really good with kids. Or maybe they want to fuck some kids. I'm probably overly paranoid, but I'd rather be paranoid than negligent in this particular area. YAHIM himself would later say that he never harmed any children

that he believed were his true friends, weird. He said he looked at these little girls as his nieces and they brought him joy and they made him smile. And he never ever thought about him when he was choking out his bloke doll. Or when he was coming on one of his, you know, child-sized dolls, or when he's banging a cow. Gosh dang.

Whew, yeah. 1959, four years after the rape and murder of 19-year-old Irmgard, Kroel kills a second woman later definitively tied to him. Most people familiar with this case seem to thank you for sure killed others in that four year window. Two girls both named Erica one only 12 years old were raped and strangled in the area in this time frame. Crowell just couldn't remember killing them when he was caught years later. Crowell did remember

Clara Frieder Tessmer though. Clara was just 24 years old when she was raped and murdered in the meadows of the Rhine, the Rhine houseon. She was another blonde like arm guard, a cruel desire, blondes the most. She died on, yeah, June 16th. Maybe if you could have just found a sweet cow with hair like a blonde bombshell, like Marilyn Monroe or Jean Harlow, maybe he wouldn't have killed him one. Maybe he would have just been a reclusive farmer, rumored to keep a bed in the barn. Claire was simply out walking when Crowley came across her. Years later in his confession, Crowley said he approached her and then he grabbed her by the

arm. He was hoping to walk off into the bushes and fool around, but for some crazy reason, for some crazy doesn't make sense reason. She just didn't want to wander off into the weeds and fuck a weirdo in the dirt. Ha, women, right? It's so hard to figure out. Because she wasn't crazy, Clare resisted, tried to pull away. This enraged crawl, he

punched her in the head, knocked her down. Then when the crawl attempted to undress the stunned Claire, she fought back the two rolled down a small incline off the road and out of view. Down there in the brush, the crawl then strangled Claire to death. Once she was dead, the crawl raped her at this time, only deposits a normal amount of semen on the crime scene must have been dehydrated that day. Maybe he'd already had sex with his dolls much times that morning. I decided to try something new with a lifeless human body then. He thinks as only a psychopath can that clearer looks delicious. Takes out a big knife he apparently always had on him carved out pieces of flesh from her buttocks and thighs, wrapped the meat in a piece of fabric ripped from a dress, took it home with them

and then cooked her flesh up and ate it. And then probably fucked his bloat all time or two and got a good night's rest. So it wouldn't be too tired working his toilet tent a job next day. This is also disturbing. It doesn't even seem real. Clara's body was later discovered by some young boys riding their bikes in the area. These poor kids. How many nightmares do they have later?

Have you no real reason to believe the murder of Clara was connected with the murder of Irmgard four years prior? Investigators did not link the two crimes together. They had no idea that an act of serial killer was responsible for both these murders. They did believe that the murder, they had no idea that he, that this serial killer was responsible for the event. They actually did think this murder might have been the work of a serial killer. Refraze here, just a different one.

In their search for Claire as killer, police zeroed in on Heinrich Ought, a 37-year-old mechanic who was arrested for her murder. He had been on the police's radar for a while. They come to suspect him in a series of rapes and murders, which had taken place in the surrounding area in the years preceding Clara's death. Perhaps he was guilty of some of the killings he was accused of committing perhaps not. He was never found guilty of any of these murders. Heinrich would commit suicide by hanging himself in his cell while waiting for his trial to begin for a murder he did not commit the murder that Crow committed. This was all the proof law enforcement and her family needed to believe that he was the

killer at the time. And he'll be the first of many men to take the fall for YAHIM's crimes. Once again, dirty old cow fucker, Yallhem gets away with murder. And he tastes human flesh for the first time that we know of. His confidence, his obsession with rape and murder grows, and now also craves, eating human flesh, and he attacks again just a few weeks later. On July 26, 1959, a girl named Manuela knocked just 16 years old, found raped and strangled in a park in the nearby city of Essen.

20 miles away from where Clara Tessmer was killed. Once again, slices of flesh of a car from her buttocks and thighs, meatcroll took home and again consumed. Also once again, an enormous copious amount of semen is found on the victim's body that is so cringey. So much semen is left to the crime scene, the local officials again are convinced that a gang of men had to have been involved. How much could this creep come?

I just, I wish I could stop picturing just gallons of seamen at the crime scenes. It's a small creeper little dude with these cantaloupe-sized balls, just sprinkler coming all over the place, gonna make myself throw up. There's the hour, it's there's July 26th, 1950, that is the great day. I've been on a nice date for the girl I met at the park. All of the sexy, four-legged cowlady sexin has really paid off. Doesn't matter how many times I premature ejaculate, there's always more. There's always more semen. It's like all of my insides, nothing but semen. Again, no connection made between this crime and other Crow murders. And again, someone else is blamed. Seven months later,

February 23rd, 1960, for reasons that are never really explained, 23-year-old horse auto walks into a police station and confesses to the murder he did not commit of Manuela. Guesting he was mentally ill, excuse me, arrested, charged with murder, although he quickly withdraws his confession, he is convicted, serves five years in prison before being released in April of 1965 after a series of appeals. Crowley's the king of other people getting blamed for his murders. 1960, Crowley moves into a new apartment at 24 Freason Street in Deesborg, working

in a new genitorial job for a Tissen industries, a huge German industrial engineering and steel production company based in D-Sport. Kroll will remain here until he's arrest many years later, also will be worn by his landlord. At one point that if he's ever caught bringing young girls to his apartment again, his neighbors had complained he had done on two occasions, he will be kicked out. So awkward. Apparently some people back then were on to old uncle Yahim, not everyone trusted this creep. April 23rd 1962 and all likelihood

crowl strikes again. Petra Geese killed on Easter Monday in a forest north of Deesborg. The 13-year-old strangled and raped her dead body left in the bushes. She had been visiting a nearby carnival with a friend had become separated from her. Crowled led her into the woods. Her body was found the day after she was been visiting a nearby carnival with a friend and become separated from her. Crow led her into the woods. Her body was found the day after she was killed by a search party. Just like with multiple other Crow victims, some of her flesh had been removed. She was missing both buttocks, as well as her left arm, my God.

Also been raped, and I'm not making this up to make this episode extra obscene again. Once more, a preposterous amount of semen found on the crime scene. And again, someone else took the fall for the crime. 52-year-old Vincent Z. Cune, a single man who worked as a minor was arrested for Petra's murder. Why Cune? For starters, the small car he drove, a glass is sawer. No idea if I'm saying that right. The only YouTube videos I could find where I was talked about were in Russian or German. And everything they said in these videos sounded roughly the same to me.

This odd looking little car was the kind a farmer claimed to have seen the day of the murder. Near the spot where Petrus' body was found, checking motor vehicle records, police discovered that only 522 of these vehicles were owned in the area of that number. All of the vehicle owners had alibis that were verified, they were verified, they were about at the time of the crime other than this Kuhn fella. Also Kuhn had a criminal record, one that made him seem like a likely suspect for the type of crime with which he stood accused of.

He was a convicted sex offender who had already spent time behind bars from a less than young girls. So I don't feel too bad for him getting blamed this murder. In previous crimes, Kuhn had developed a method he used repeatedly. He waited for girls in parks, other places where kids hung out, places where parents wouldn't be with them. He'd lure girls to a private area with candy. That didn't work. He'd offer the money. Then he'd try talking them into taking off their panties, allowing him to give them lessons in masturbation. And then he would masturbate. He was a sick fuck. Maybe not quite as sick as Uncle Yahim, but a very sick fuck still. And now the police assume

he'd escalated from masturbation to murder. Some criminal psychologists were consulted. And they stated that they thought it was very possible for a man who had engaged in that type of perverse behavior with young girls to potentially get carried away and end up, you know, becoming a rapist or murder. They theorized that Kuhn had lost control of himself, raped Petra, and then upon realizing what he had done attempted to cover up his actions by murdering her and then mutilated her body to make law enforcement believe these actions were someone else's, some other statistics sex murder.

Someone like Yahim Crowe. Kuhn was charged with rape, murder, and mutilation. Faced with no evidence, he'd committed the crime other than just not having an alibi and just being a convicted pervert. Thurie did find him guilty. He was sentenced to 12 years in prison, along with the regimen of psychiatric treatments designed to quote rid him of his unnatural interest in little girls and convert him into a useful member of society. That sounds like ridiculous premise to me. I know he was actually innocent of this crime, but if a justice system can fix someone

of raping, killing and carving up the body of a little girl, how can that same justice system actually think that that person can ever become a useful member of society again? Now, just a gunther used to rape, kill, and carve up little girls, but not anymore. Now he's an Olympic swim coach with three gold medalists under his tutelage who also started a very successful nonprofit dedicated to providing scholarships for underprivileged youth. I'd let him babysit my kids anytime.

Get the fuck out of here. I wonder how many people who are in favor of rehabilitating these types of people would actually let those people babysit their own kids or their own grandkids. I'm going to guess zero. I'm going to guess zero percent. Kuhn's psychiatric treatments ended when he was released from prison six years later, having served only half a sentence.

And this guy, a jury, totally believed raped and killed and sliced up a 13-year-old guy who was already convicted pedophile before being found guilty that time sent back out in this society after six years. That's super cool. Police believed he continued his pursuit of young girls after his release, but no additional victims did ever come forward. Just six weeks after the murder that sent another man to prison, CalFuck or Kroll kills again.

Before we go over the details of that heinous murder, time for a quick sponsor break, a little welcome escape from the darkness. Now we are back in June of 1962. 29 year old, Yahim Kroll, has been killing in Germany for over seven years now. On June 4th, 1962, Monica Tafel, just 12 years old, killed just outside her hometown of Walsum, just a bit north of Deesburg. Killed in much the same of Walsum, just a bit north of D-Sport.

Killed in much the same way as Petro Geese and those before her, Monica's body discovered seven days later on June 11th by a police helicopter. Her body, like many other cruel victims, not hidden. Her remains lying on the ground and part of the forest. Part of the search parties had, you know, yet to explore where they found her. Monica had been strangled to death before being stripped, naked, raped, masturbated over, although not stated with this crime, guessing a more than healthy amount of salmon was found as with prior victims parts of her flesh have been stripped away, including her buttocks. No connection made with prior cases. Local authorities were just, you know, not in contact with, you know, the D. Spurg Police Department,

just 14 kilometers less than 10 miles away. Law enforcement departments just didn't communicate with each other very often back then. If they had, perhaps the similarities between Monica's murder and at least three other girls who have been rape strangled and had flesh cut from their bodies would have been discovered. Authorities already had a suspect for Monica's murder and you guessed it, wasn't cruel. The king, the king of other people getting blamed for his murders. This time the murder was blamed

on a local 34 year old steel worker named Walter Quicker. Quicker was a dude suspected to be a perv known for having a unnatural interest in little girls. He was taken in as a suspect by police after witnesses came forward to say they'd seen him in the company of a young girl on the day of Monica's murder.

Quicker vehemently denied the allegations that authorities produce information showing him that he was known in his community. For possessing a, again, a quote, unnaturally interesting young girls. That is kind of just the phrasing is kind of weird to me. Like, uh, it wasn't crimes, just unnatural interest. Ah, like when he denies it, they're just like they just show a bunch of pictures. Like him roller skating with some girls, you know, him sharing a nice cream cone with some girls. So like, that's very unnatural.

It's very unnatural for these things. That's what's happening with you. Yeah, so they confronted with evidence and talked about somehow some of his actions in the past had made fellow townspeople suspicious and then quicker admitted that he was fond of girls. But he insisted his fondness was not of a sexual nature. He said he'd always wanted a daughter and he and his wife were just unable to have one and thus

he'd lavish attention on other people's little girls. I guess that is possible. But if some grown-ass man, I didn't know, was trying to hang out with my 12 year old daughter. You know, and told me is because he didn't have kids of his own, just wanted a little girl to do it on. I wouldn't tell him to fuck. Go go find some other vicarious daughter. Fuck a weirdo. Not going to roll the pito dice. The quickers credit police question dozens of young girls in Walsum.

Every single one of them denied the Walter Quicker had ever behaved inappropriately with him. Now, one single kid did have a bad word to say about quicker. This ruined the case against him for the police who then did release him from custody. Being released did not though stop the townspeople from persecuting him and deciding to punish him when law enforcement didn't follow his release. His wife divorces him on the grounds that she could not stand the disgrace of quote being

married to a child molester yikes that looks bad. You would think his wife would know his intentions. She would obviously know if they've been trying to have a daughter or not. She would know if he was torn up about it and if she knew that, why would she suddenly suspect him of being a molester? It's a bad look. People began to cheer and spit it quicker on the street, shopkeepers refused to serve him. When he leaves the house, youngsters would actually run behind him and ask him how many little

girls he'd rape that day. It's real bad. Then on October 5, 1962, just five months after Monica Tafel's murder, Walter Quicker walks into the forest with a clothesline and hangs himself near the very same spot Monica's body had been found. And all this did was keep police off the trail of YAHIM KROLE. Everyone was now positive that Quicker did it. And if he really was just a dude who wished he had a little grill of his own, I mean, how incredibly sad. When YAHIM KROLE read about this

in the news, he celebrated by fucking three cows in a nearby field, had himself a nice little bovine orgy, orgy, that he drank some real fresh milk, hurried home, spooned one of his dolls and slept like a creepy baby, kidding, of course. Yahim was a literate, not kidding about that. He would later admit to having no idea all these other dudes were taking the falls for his crimes. How extra strange. Yahim was now in addition to the murders, guilty of sending three guys into jail cells

for crimes that didn't commit. One of these dudes killed himself in jail, and then another guy kills himself after the court of public opinion convicts him of being someone, or killing someone the crawl had it actually killed. Ah, sir. The month before Walter Quicker suicide in September of 1952, Yahim attacked his next

known victim, 12 year old girl named Barbara Bruder, vanished on September 3rd from Bershid Klein, Klein Humberg, just a bit south of Deesburg. Crowl later said that just like with the others, he'd strangled and raped her. She was on her way to a playground in a lutz and karchin when she disappeared and her body was never found. What else did you do to her? Information not available. I have to imagine probably the same horrible shit we've already been talking about.

It would be three years before Crowl definitely killed again upon his arrest. He would state that after murder in Monica, the next murder he could remember was not until 1965. However, investigators believed there were likely more murders during these years that just, well, you know, probably never be pinned on Kroll. Kroll would tell investigators that too much time had passed and he just simply couldn't remember killing anyone during that time. And how crazy is that if it's true?

They killed him with such a casual and common thing for Kroll that he could just forget how many people he killed, like, like, you know know you might be able to forget you know what you had for lunch two weeks ago cold did remember the murder nineteen sixty five and uh... he said he remembered it because it was the only time he killed a man and he only killed a man because that man got in the way of him trying to kill a woman on august twenty second nineteen sixty five twenty five year old herman her mom shmit

and his eighteen year old Herman Hermann Schmitz and his 18 year old fiance, Marion Vienn, parked at a lover's lane in Grossenbaum, just south of Deesborg. The area had originally been a large rock quarry, but after the pit was no longer needed, it was filled with water, formed an artificial lake along the shore of this fake lake under an autumn moon. These two young lover when joined a little make out session And the dirty little German cow fucker showed up, did a lot more than just ruin their night. Roll with leftist apartment,

that Sunday night around six and arrived by tram and grow some bomb approximately three hours later, clearly looking for someone to violate and kill, looking to satisfy his dark desires. Roll had exited the tram, started following various women and girls along the streets of the town, hoping for an opportunity to present itself, you know, like the creepy was.

Then he remembered the gravel pit lake, having visited it before and making a mental note, that young couples parking there like to fool around. He probably deposited Copies Mounts of Seaman around his, uh, this lake, thinking about these young lovers or around his apartment. He had called also, remember, I'm not making this up, that he did use to jerk off in this lake. So he probably, this is so ridiculous. He had a call also remembered, I'm not making this up, that he did use to jerk off near this lake. So he's so ridiculous. He's a sneak off into this area at night and indulge in some voyeuristic fantasies. He had been here before.

He had hidden in the bushes near cars where people were fooling around and he would just watch and listen and he would just beat off in the bushes. If you based a character in a movie off of this guy, it wouldn't be believable. It'd be two over the top. You know, people coming out of that movie be like, I don't really like it. It's just, I don't know, it just wasn't believable. I mean, I get it. He's deranged, he's a creep.

It beat his eyes, big ears. They always look greasy. That's too much. That's not having real life. Come on, I didn't need to see him sneak it out into a pasture and fuck all those cows. I definitely didn't need to see him leave a like a pool of semen at the crime scene. And he really, and he also lures kids into his apartment with candy. Uh-huh.

And he chokes his blow up doll. Okay. And he jerks off in the bushes as a make out spot. Come on. That's lazy writing. This night in August of 1965, Crowell originally intended, he would say later, just a jerk off in the bushes again. But then according to what he told officers, he got himself all worked up, himself worked

in such a frenzy that mere masturbation just wasn't going to cut it. When he observes a 25 year old and his young fiance Crowell decided he needed to rape and kill Marion, he was really, really attracted to her. But first he had to do something about her, her mom. He had to find a way to eliminate him from the equation, hoping that he could lure her mom outside the car. He used his large pocket knife. He always carried around to stab his right front tire.

Crowell hoped that her mom would try and change the tire. Then maybe need to walk somewhere to get help. Then he would hopefully also leave marrying in the car alone when he walked you'll get help. Then Crowell thought he could kill her. And and if you're like that's a terrible plan. Now you're right. Yeah, you're right. I mean, again, he is an intellectually challenged.

He was not a criminal mastermind. Instead of leaving the car, her man just, her mom just began to drive away. Uh, and then had her mom been more familiar with the area as Kroll was, his life might have been spared. Unfortunately, her mom missed his turn, drove directly into a dead end road, less than a hundred yards from where he was parked. When Hermann turned his car around, started to drive back to where he'd been parked, Kroll was now standing in the road, waved him down. And really, unfortunately, Hermann did not see Kroll as a threat. He saw a scrappy

little man, shabby clothes, untched face, he wants to need some help. Hermann was a big dude, large athletic build, Kroll barely stood to his shoulder. Crowl's height not listed anywhere, but based on pictures and videos I found that show him stand aside by side with other people. I put him around five, four, five, six, maybe around 120, 130 pounds. When her mom pulled up to Crowl, he got out of the car to see what the matter was.

Marion, watching through the windshield as her fiance approached the stranger, saw the two men exchange a few words. Then she suddenly saw something bright and metallic, flash in the stranger, saw the two men exchange a few words, then she suddenly saw something bright and metallic flash in the stranger's hand. As soon as her mom got with the reach of Crowl, Uncle Yahim stabbed him several times. Her eyes wide with terror, Marion watched the love of her life being stabbed repeatedly, in the chest. As blood flew from the knife's sharp surface and long dart to Crimson, Crowl would be

on the side of the side of the story that he was pulling this off, as her mom fell to the ground and began to pass out blood pouring out of his body rapidly. Crow focuses attention on Marion thinking quickly. Marion jumps into the driver's seat drives full speed ahead directly. Crow who barely manages to jump out of the way in time landed in some of his jerk-oppelishes. Marion then somehow jams a hair clip into the car horn, causing it to blare continuously. Crow shocked by his first encounter with the victim who fights back like Marion does.

Panics flees into the darkness on foot. Poor Marion then leaps out of the car, rushes over to Hermann who now lays surrounded by a pool of his own blood. The post mortem conducted later shows that the first stab had pierced his heart. He was still barely alive when Marion sank her Kernese, beside him on the dirt road, gently lifted his head onto her lap, struggling in his last fleeting moments of life to speak to the woman he adored, all that ushered forth from his mouth was a final gasp. When a couple responding to her blaring, car horn arrived, they found Marion

cradling Hermann's lifeless body. The front of her dress saturated with his blood. Hermann Schmidt's would be Crowell's only male victim, at least the only one he actually killed himself. Großenbaum was part of the D.S. burg Police District and the area officers quickly responded to the scene and fortunately they just didn't have many clues to work with to find the killer. Marion's description of the salient was not great. He'd only briefly seen his face in the headlights.

The police were able to collect casts of the shape of the knife from the wounds in Vermont munch mitts chest. But until they had a knife to compare, you know, this width, it was not going to do the investigators any good. Police brought in several men previously known to frequent lovers, Lane and spy on couples. Can't believe that was like a regular thing that a lot of dudes did. None of those men matched Marion's description. And when questioned, none panned out as possible suspects, not knowing anything about Crowell and his motive for the murder, please still rise to perhaps the murder was perpetrated by a jealous ex lover of either Hermann or Marion. Friends of the couple were brought and also questioned about anyone who they thought might have had a reason to

want Hermann dead. No one can think of anyone like that. All of this let exactly nowhere. And in the case, quickly made its way to the cold case files. Y'all have him, Kroll, still free to murder again and he's still not on law enforcement radar. Kroll's next confirmed kill occurred just over a year later on September 13th, 1966. It was a Tuesday afternoon when Kroll was done with work. He boarded a train traveled to the town of Marl, approximately 40 miles northeast of D- D sport, where he immediately began his now normal routine of prowling the streets in pursuit of a victim around seven o'clock. If you're not finding anyone that gave him any funny feelings, he decided to go to a local park or a four star bush park where he hid in the bushes.

And of course, he hides in the bushes. And of course, he hides in the bushes at a park. Again, this dirty cow fuckers too much. He's a real life over the top after school special. Creepy looking rapist and murder hiding in the bushes at a park. Waiting to get his funny feelings resolved by depositing copious amounts of semen on another victim. After fondling himself in the bushes for a while,

he got really horny and he became so aroused that he said he decided to attack the next female who passed by regardless of her age or looks. Just then, 20-year-old Ursula Rowling began to walk through the park. All these stories are sad. This is especially sad. This is the totality of this particular murder. She'd been at the Capri ice cream parlor earlier that evening, where she'd met up with her fiancee 27-year-old Adolf Schickl, poor bastards, uh, they just been an hour and a half discussing their upcoming nuptials. When it began to grow dark, Ursula decided to head home and the shortest route would take

her through a forced, uh, forced to Bush park and right into the waiting arms of Crowle. So sad and joint ice cream talking about, you know, their wedding with her fiance one minute then being attacked by Crowle just a few minutes later. This is what Crowle later told police happened that night. He said, I saw this woman in the park. She was young with short hair. I spoke to her. Then I grabbed her around the neck with my right arm, dragged her into the bushes. I threw her on the ground on her back and choked her. Asked why he immediately began to choke her. If he really just wanted to rape her, Crowell replied, she could have

fought me. Then I couldn't have done it. Anyway, she could have told it was me. I choked her until she stopped moving. Then I took off her pants and other things and I did it to her. I left her line there and took the train back to the despoor. When I got home, I was still hot. And I had it with a doll and I did it with my hand a couple of times. This guy was a fucking monster. It's just a weird, horny monster.

I'm ready bang that doll like several times a day every day. I feel like whatever adults must have ever walked into his apartment, they had to have thought, man, it stinks in here. What is that smell? That old cump? I think it is. This place wreaks so much old cump.

It wreaks of a copious amount of income. Might as well note here that unlike many serial killers, Crowell not interested in his victims once he was dead with them, nor the media coverage or the investigation of the murder that followed. One reason why it was difficult for Crowell to later remember all of his crimes is because he just didn't take much interest in his victims. He really knew what their names were. He seemed to have little or no fear that the police would,

one day learn about all this. It's like his intellectual limits helped him in some ways. If there was a movie about Kroll, there would be no scene of someone walking into his apartment, coming across newspaper clippings about a bunch of murdered women. There would be no scene where people were talking about a recent murder victim, and he perked up when he walked by to listen a little more, maybe join the conversation,

no scene of police seeing him return to the site of one of his kills to save it. No, he just, he would satisfy his sexual urge, then leave the area, and then just kind of go on about his life, as if nothing had ever happened. If Kroll had checked newspapers the next day, he would have discovered that nothing was reported about the death of Ursula Rowling. Ursula, not even initially reported his missing, her parents upon realizing that their daughter would not return home from her meeting with Adolf, first called him, then they called the police, and then her body was found two days later by a park employee. And the strange terrible pattern of someone else being blamed for

Kroel's murders continued. This is especially bad. Third man will soon kill himself for being blamed for one of Kroel's crimes. Ursula's fiance, Adolf Schickel, is now suspected of her murder, taken into custody, this poor son of a bitch. He is held under continuous interrogation for three weeks. His story never wavers. He tells his place over and over that he and Ursula met at the ice cream shop. This is what they did. They talked about their wedding.

She went home alone. He went to his place for three long weeks. He kept repeating the same phrases. Why would I kill Ursula? I loved her. We're getting married. Why would I do such a thing? The police, I find this a little odd, but whatever, they thought his motive for the murder

was sex. They thought he raped his fiance because she wanted to wait for marriage for sex and he didn't want to wait any longer and then after he raped or he killed her. This accusation completely ignored the facts of the case. The post-mortem had concluded that Ursula had been raped after she was killed. Friends informed the police that Ursula and Adolf were already having sex, often spending the night together. Despite this information, police still believe Adolf had murdered his fiance.

They only released him from custody once he realized they just don't have enough evidence. They don't have any legal grounds to continue to hold him any longer. Like Walter Quicker before him, Adolf Schickle now deals with police and talents people still thinking he's guilty of rape and murder. He's persecuted. He's ostracized by his, you know, neighbors. He eventually leaves moral a few weeks later because of all the negative attention. Then on January 4th, 1967, less than four months after his fiance's murder, depressed by Ursula's death, depressed by all of the horrible accusations that follow him, Adolf drowns himself in the fucking river.

The curse of Yahim Kroll claims another victim. While Adolf is growing more and more despondent and suicidal, leading to his drowning death, Yahim Kroll is preparing to kill again. He's forgotten all about Ursula, he's hunting a new victim. Very, very young victim. Just back up a little over a month. I'm not even, sorry, it's back in just a few weeks. December 22nd, 1966. Just three days before she was going to unwrap her presence, little five-year-old Ilona Harke found dead. Her death, the result of some of Kroll's spur of the moment, morbid curiosity. Kroll simply wonders one day, well, what would be like to drown someone?

So he abducts a little girl from Essen, 50 miles east of D-Sport, might have gained her trust with some candy or a doll. Same way he'd went over neighbor's daughter's trust. He couldn't remember. He took her on a train 23 miles south to Vapertal, and there he walks her over to a river and drowns her. Then he rapes her body, cuts several pounds of flesh from her shoulders and buttocks and you know, takes that home and eats it.

You know, at one point in the research of Crow, I thought, am I gonna feel bad about making fun of this guy? Cause it was low IQ. And then I read details like this. I'm like, no, now fuck him. He was plenty smart enough to know that drowning in an innocent five-year-old was beyond wrong and he did it anyway,

cause he wanted to sexually satisfy himself. That was more important to him than her life. Six months later, in June 22nd, 1967, one of Crowell's victims escaped with her life and extremely rare occurrence that 1967, Somers day, the hippie summer of love, a world away in San Francisco, California, 10-year-old Gabrielle Twetman almost has her light

snuffed out by a monster. She didn't live terribly far from Crowell. She'd seen him before. She knew him as Uncle Yahim. She'd been given a candy bar or two by creepy Crowe before. It was a Thursday Crowe had taken some sick leave from work to do some human hunting. Gabrielle had just gotten done with her day's classes. Crowe had always up into this point, exercise extreme caution in who he preyed upon and when. Wasn't that stupid. He knew exactly how wrong what he was doing was again. He was careful to take precautions not to get caught. This mild afternoon in June, however, he must have just cast his worries aside for some reason.

Maybe he thought that nobody knew he had gone on a walk with Gabrielle that day. He runs into Gabrielle, not by coincidence, I'm guessing. He knew where she went to school. He knew her route. Runs into her as she's walking home from school during their stroll. They pass next to a field of wheat. They reach a place where nobody else is inside.

Take the Gabrielle by the hand, leads her out into the middle of the field, tells her you have something to show her. Once they're far away from anybody who might stumble upon them, he takes out a collection of pornographic cartoons. Gabrielle would later say she was confused at first by what the people in the drawings were doing. But then in slowly sunken,

she got really embarrassed, uncomfortable. She actually covered her eyes with her hands. Then she felt Crow's hand rest on her shoulder. Freaked out, she starts to get up, starts to run away. Crow grabs her, wrestles her to the ground, all the wrestling. That goes up cheek aty-low here. He's not so bad. He'll make a fine the rassul coach.

What's this big deal? He just, he just likes a rassul, more than average bear. Crow puts his hands around her neck, starts to choke her, and then making me think of the phrase, timing is everything, a bunch of sirens start to go off around them, howling all around them. The nearby coal mine was having a shift change. The area suddenly swarmed with miners returning home. Crow's scared he's about to get caught. Let's go of Gabrielle by that time he's unconscious.

Sneaks away thinking that she's dead. Now she wakes up in the field later and she hurries home, doesn't speak to the incident until years later after Crow's caught. She was careful after this incident, never to go near Uncle Yahim again. When his story would break in the news, imagine how lucky she must have felt to have avoided the terrible fate of so many other girls who ended up in a secluded area with no one else around other than Uncle Yahim. Yahim claims he didn't try and kill again for two years after this close call.

Maybe not. Maybe those sirens really spoke to him. He would strike again on July 12, 1969. He'd kill his oldest victim by far. That day 61-year-old Maria Hettken died at his hands. 61 year old Maria Hettken died at his hands. Crowl took another little trip from Des Borg to Essen by train. Took a bus to nearby Verden, first row on the banks of Baldini Lake. While walking around the lake, he runs into Hettken. Gets another one of his funny feelings. Starts talking to this poor woman, makes some sort of creepy and crude and abrupt sexual

advance. She of course declines his offer and he gets mad, punches her in the, wrestles her in just some bushes and proceeds to rape and strangle her. Then he goes home and he fucks his blow up doll and he beats off a few more times. So what else has he been up to these past few years? Keep talking about the same type of crime, well besides killing and raping and eating human flesh and cleaning toilets and giving candy to kids and beating off and leaving copious amounts of seamen all over the place and probably fucking a cow every now and again not much He didn't seem to have a lot of close friends

As adult siblings apparently didn't have anything to do with him He didn't date he didn't hang out with coworkers You sometimes got a new caretaking job in 1970 actually you get a new job cleaning toilets in a different place a local steel meal a local Steel mill that paid more than a previous job He spoke very very little after his eventual arrest, and there are very few details available anywhere about his personal life. And I don't think that's because he did a bunch of stuff

that just failed to make it into articles and the papers and documents. I just don't think there were many details to his private life. Now he worked, watched TV, he beat off a lot, he choked and he fucked his dolls a whole bunch. He bought a lot of candy, bought a lot of toys, trying to lure kids with. Took the train to various areas within an hour or so of Deesburg to go on these murder walks to look for women and girls to kill and rape and

that's mostly it. You know, you know, he got a lot of other people to take the fault for his crimes, but that was just accidental. And I don't think he even knew that was happening. He didn't have some other cover life like a lot of serial killers. You know, he worked, you went home, he did creep a shit, and he did that for two decades. He did do one other thing, at least one of the things that came up in the documentary.

At some point during all this madness, a date is never assigned to this. He got himself a pet, found a straight cat at work. Starts feeding it, he befriends it, ends up taking this cat home. He'd later say he really, really likes this cat. They started like too much. They started wondering as a psychopathic monster,

is off to wonder, wonder what this cat would look like from the inside. And then, one day when he's petting this cat, he starts to have some real funny feelings. And so he chokes it out, masturbates over a said body, chops it up, and he cooks some of it. Then he decides he doesn't care for the taste of cat, and he never has another pet again.

So yeah, that happened. Did that really surprise anyone? I doubt it. I think you'd be surprised if you just fed it and fed it and took great care of it for a long, long time. So let's move on. May 21st, 1970. Now, 37-year-old Yahim crilles again,

crilles kills again. That spring day, 13-year-old Jataran was attacked by a crow on her way home from school, or from school on a rainy day, Thursday afternoon, near where Hermann Schmitz had been stabbed and killed back in 1965. Crull spotted her at a railway station, followed her into the woods,

grabbing the young girl, dragging her deeper into the forest. He strangled her to station, followed her into the woods, grabbing the young girl, dragging her deeper into the forest. He strangles her to death, removes her clothing, rapes her dead body, then Crowley and Crowley masturbates over it. Crowley is then struck by the odd feeling that perhaps he's still alive, uses her bra to strangle her even some more. Judd's father and neighbors start to look for her within the hour. They search for six hours after she fails to return home from school.

And then heartbreakingly her dad is the one to find her nude lifeless corpse the way Crowell had left it. Jesus Christ. What a terrible tragedy. I wish Crowell's story ended here with her dad then finding Crowell and bashing in his tiny disgusting cow fucking brain was a rock or something. Also now for the sixth time someone else is blamed for committee one of his murder six six times

neighbor peter she is now arrested for judges murder the only evidence against against him is that his blood type matches crores blood type he doesn't have a good alibi uh... he knew jada and the cops that he was i don't know uh... creepy against he spends fifteen months in police custody for Judd's murder before finally being released due to lack of evidence. And then he'll be taunted for being a child molester around town until Crowley is finally

arrested six years later. The king, the king of other people getting blamed for his murders. I have never heard of this happening anywhere near this often in any other true crime story. Maybe once or twice, you know, somebody else takes a fall for serial killers crimes, not six times. And three times the guy who didn't do it kill himself four times so far. Do spend time in prison for murders, cool committed. For the next six years, quote, would state after his eventual arrest that he did not commit anymore murders. The police do not buy that at all or the police, you know, working

his case did not buy that at all. six years a long time for a sexually motivated killer to go without giving in to his deviant urges and also during those six years there were at least fifteen unsolved sex murders in the deesburg area mostly children that match kohl's modus operandi however cold adameline says that he went claim for those six years he told investigators that he uh... just jerk off and had sex with his doll. I love that he says that. No, no, I was clean. I just, I just, I just, I fucks it all a lot.

Yeah, I mean, I, you know, a lot, but that's all. Who knows? Maybe he had met a nice whole thing. In late 1970 and things got serious. Maybe he decided to be a one cow kind of dude for a while. As ridiculous as I'm being there, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the truth. He's so insane. 1973 now, 40-year-old Crowell develops problems with the blood vessels in his legs that slow him down. His mobility is reduced. He has a noticeable limp to last for the rest of his

life. Doctors thought that chronic overly aggressive masturbation may have led to his leg troubles. Okay, makes sense with what he's done. He apparently masturbated so frequently, and actually permanently altered his circulatory system. Over the years, he had so many sustained erections. His body began to direct more and more blood flow to his penis, less and less, to his legs. By the time they arrested him, Kroll's legs only received about 40% of normal leg blood

flow. And the vein on his penis shaft was bigger than his carotid artery. His testicles also required an atatpical amount of blood flow to keep up with ejaculation demands by the time he was in prison. His overall general blood flow was over 600% that of a normal man. He could shoot two gallons of semen over 15 feet during an orgasm that would last anywhere from three to 15 minutes. And none of that is true. Now, it's fucking Christok. Other than him having leg problems,

slowed him down and gave him a limp. That part, that part is true. But the other stuff kind of feels true, right? It feels a little true. Despite his new disability, Kroll would kill again. true. Despite his new disability, Kroll would kill again. Next time he definitely struck was May 8, 1976. That day, he killed 10-year-old Karin Topfer on her way to school. She was strangled, raped by Kroll in the same manner. He killed and raped so many other victims.

After his arrest later, he would actually admit to this murder, but not be convicted due to a lack of convincing evidence. Two months later, Kroll would kill for the final time. He would be found guilty of this murder. There was a preposterous amount of gruesome evidence. Two months later, Carl would kill for the final time. You would be found guilty of this murder. There was a preposterous amount of gruesome evidence. Perhaps you're to the pain in his legs, making it harder for him to travel. He killed a girl he'd been seen with many, many times before a girl who lived in his apartment building on his floor.

A girl who would be his youngest known victim on July 3, 1976, four year old, four year old Marion Ketter goes missing. It was a hot afternoon. The young, a blonde girl due to the heat, only wearing panties when she disappeared from outside her apartment building. She lived just a few doors down from this monster. She was outside playing in some communal, grassy courtyard when the when she disappeared. Her mom realized that about four o'clock that Marion had gone missing. she searched the area, spoke to some other children who were out playing with her,

no one knew where she'd went. Her mom called the police who also spoke with the children, police went door to door in the apartment building, even dropped by a Crowley's apartment, where everything had first appeared to be in order. The next day when a Crowley's neighbors Oscar Muller went to use a building bathroom he shared with Crowley. As he went up the stairs, he ran into Crowroll who was coming down and Kroll said to him,

I would not use the toilet if I were you, it's all stopped up. When Oscar asked him what was stopping the toilet, Kroll simply replied with one word, guts. After the strange exchange, Kroll simply disappeared into his apartment, Oscar then decided to go and see what was actually wrong with the toilet. He didn't take Kroll's statement very seriously, thought he must have been joking around in some twisted type of way. Then when he approached the toilet, he saw what indeed looked like guts in the bowl.

The water was red with blood. Kroll was not kidding. Oscar wanted the toilet was full of pieces of little girl who had gone missing from the building the day before, unfortunately he was right. He rushed outside of the street, approached the nearest police officer, told him what he'd seen. The officer wrenched the porcelain bowl from its mount, dumped the contents into a bucket inside the bucket. They were, yeah, this is, I don't know why this is especially sad. The whole thing is sad. This whole episode is sad. But inside the bucket,

there's a pair of small lungs, kidneys, a liver, and a heart along with some flesh. Jesus! That site must have haunted those dudes to the rest of their lives. Some officers then made their way back to Cole's apartment banged on his door. When he answers, he makes no attempt to try and stop the officers from entering. Once inside, the police look around

and see a scene that should only exist in some kind of super fucked up horror movie. They see what remains of Mary and Zoolbody chopped up on the kitchen table. They see a stew simmering on the stove with a tiny hand floating amidst the vegetables. Upon closer inspection, they find her entrails clogging the sink in the refrigerator. They find portions of a little girl's flesh laid out on several plates as though they were pre-planned meals. He was so fucking casual about all this. He never seems shook by end of it. He never

would express a hint of remorse ever. Just had little girl stakes in the fridge like it was no big deal. And in the freezer they find more body parts, more meal planning. Crowell had strangled his neighbor masturbated over her body butchered her, prepared to eat her. YAHIM of course is arrested. He goes along willingly without protest. Later says he didn't think he was going to go to prison for all this. This is where his low IQ shows up again. This crazy cow fucker. goes along willingly without protest. Later says he didn't think he was gonna go to prison for all this.

This is where his low IQ shows up again. This crazy cow fucker. He actually thought he was gonna be given some kind of magical surgical procedure that would just relieve him of all his bloodthirsty desires, make him a normal dude. And then they were just gonna like, you know, let him go back to his apartment.

You know, hey, sorry about that. Sorry about the little girl. Ah, yeah, she had abs. I'm better now. Let's focus on'd have it. I'm better now. Let's focus. Hey, let's focus on the good part. I'm better now. There is actually a surgical procedure for this. It's called several bullets to the brain. 100% curate, actually. No rapist, murderer or pedophile has ever to my knowledge been shot five to 10 times into the head at point blank range and then gone back to being a dirty cow fucking deviant. Maybe

I should feel sorry for him here, but I don't. Being slow doesn't make him less guilty. Once in jail due to his belief that he was going to get out, thanks to this special awful operation and be released, he confesses to a total of 14 murders. Though he said there may have been more than that, he just couldn't remember clearly. He couldn't remember the names of the victims. He did explain why he killed his best he could. He explained that his murderous desires started, as we talked about earlier, when he saw

that pig being slaughtered, roused by the blood, also admitted that he couldn't maintain an erection with the woman, at least not when she was conscious, which is why he took to raping his dead victims. Also convinced he tried human flesh on a whim. They liked it. And then he began to choose his victims based on who he thought looked tasty. He confessed that.

Also said that he engaged in cannibalism partially to save money on groceries because the price of meat was so high. Get the fuck out of here. The first time I've ever heard that reasoning. Why did you eat your victims? So I wouldn't go hungry. Have you seen the price of beef?

Come on. Ladies take cheaper than the beef steak. It's the economy. It's the economy. That's why do this. Also total officers, also told officers that when he come home from committing a murder, he would still be aroused. He would have sex masturbate all over his rubber doll, strangling them while doing so. Some sources refer to as a blow up doll. Some refer to as a rubber doll. I guess it doesn't really matter, but if you're hearing like, wait a minute, wasn't it a blow? I don't know. It was a human-sized sex doll, some kind.

He would re-enact his crimes in the doll. He would also sometimes dress as sex doll up and clothes from his victims. He could remember names that could lead to victim identification, though the more and more he would talk about this stuff, still couldn't remember. Officers started to grow impatient, angry with him. So then he shuts down, refuses to speak. In order to get him to talk again, officers start playing little kids games with him, pretend to be his buddy.

They're nice to him, and this guy gets him to open back up. And he tries to give them more information, but he's still having trouble with the names. He's confusing many of the facts. He claims he could remember the time and place where he'd committed murders, just not the names. So the police then decide to try something super unorthodox to solve more crimes. They decide to let him take them to the scenes of his previous murders, and then this is the absurd to me. And then using a female police officer, they allow him to dramatically reenact his murders.

And then they will show him a picture of a woman whose body even found that location. And then if he's like, yeah, that was her, then boom, another case solved. There's actually footage of this online because the German media was obsessed with Kohl's story. The police allowed journalists to come along with them for this reenactment to show them that they were making progress solving some cold cases. The media goes along, they record reenactments of the murder of Carl's second victim, Clara Tessmer, using this police woman as a stand-in.

What in the fuck? It's so disturbing to watch. Carl acts out, grabbing the woman, taking her to the ground, you know, wrestling a little bit, the two roll down a hill. She lets him put his hands on her throat, his body is pressed up against hers. I'm strongly assuming she could feel his boner. Can you imagine if some female law enforcement officer was asked to do that today? Hey, Susan. Hey, Susan. Hey, Susan, I got a new assignment for you.

Come on, come on in here. come into my office. Yes, Chief. You know that guy, we just brought in, we suspect strangled, raped, and then eight, 14 women. Oh, yeah, no, of course, yes, yes, Chief. Absolutely. Yeah, yeah, we want you to ride along with him, some of the locations where we found another murdered women's bodies over the past 20 years.

He's gonna walk out with you into the woods. He's gonna rassle you to the ground. He's gonna pretend to choke you a bit. He's gonna the past 20 years. He's gonna walk out with you into the woods. He's gonna rassle you to the ground. He's gonna pretend to choke you a bit. He's gonna land top you. He's gonna push his dirty rock hard, cow-loven boner into your hips. He will have pants on, but you will for sure feel it. Is that a problem? No, no, no, no problem.

Oh, chief, no problem. Sound like a totally reasonable and not horrifically demeaning assignment. Absolutely. Police amazed the crowd with his low IQ. Had gotten away with his crime for so long. Because of a tendency to kill in many different areas because they, you know, there were actually other killers working in the same areas as cruel the time is murder, or murders. Law enforcement thought that his work was that of several other people, also able to evade capture for two decades due to the irregular spacing of his crimes, you know,

going different amounts of time in between killings, sometimes couple months, sometimes couple years, and also because he produced a massive amount of semen. This disgusting absurd detail really helps cow fucker get away with it. He came so much at the crime scenes that police thought the murders, you know, were committed by groups of men, such a strange serial killer. He consistently evoked pity in many of the parents of kids who referred to him as, you know, uncle Yahem, his neighbor saw him as a lonely, simple-minded man who loved their children,

just wanted to family his own. October 4th, 1979, the trial against Yahem Crowe began finally in Deesburg. Despite confessing to 14 murders, he'd be charged with eight and also one count of attempted murder. In the days before DNA evidence, I just didn't have enough evidence with some of these murders to to convict him on April 8th 1982 after 151 day trial. He is convicted on all counts and is given nine life sentences. Public word that he might be found not guilty due to his limited intellectual capacity, but in the end the judge found Crow criminally responsible. And I think that was clearly the right call. Crow's sense to life in prison with no possibility of parole. Kroll shocked by the decision. He said again later that one of the main reasons he confessed was because he thought they

were going to give him an operation. Send him home for a bastard. I do feel bad for him possibly being born with a deviant urgency head. That's a terrible fate for anyone. Nine years later on July 1st, 1991, Ke dies of a heart attack, and prison in Reinbach, near Bonn, at the age of 58, and that will take us out of today's time suck timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. In the end, investigators think Crowe killed possibly digested upwards of 30 people.

Hard to believe Crowe is a better known serial killer outside of Germany considering just how unique and disturbing of a killer he was, how successful he was for so long and getting away with his sick crimes. And six times, that part sticks out to me so much. Other people took the fall for his murders. Six fucking times. Between the Wendigo Legend last week and Crow this week, man, cannibalism. There's been a theme lately here on Time Suck. All this cannibal talk makes me, you know, wonder, makes us wonder over here in the Suck Dungeon. How common cannibalism actually is. Let's

explore that a bit before we wrap up today's episode. Cannibalism remains one of the most enduring and universal taboos in all of human culture. Why does anyone do it? Cannibals have had, of course, a variety of reasons for doing what they've done. Most have fallen over the years into one of three camps. Those who engage in endocannibalism, the regular eating of the dead of one's own locality,

usually by family members, exocannibalism, the regular eating of people outside of one's own community, and then those who engage in so-called mystical cannibalism, the eating of other people is part of some spiritual ceremony. There are also those who do a strictly to survive in an extreme situation, like the story told in the 1993 movie, Alive, based on the true story of a South American soccer team playing crashed into the Andes, and then the survivors forced to eat each other if they want to live. I made a joke about that exact event over a decade ago in my first stand at Balm.

And then every once in a while, there is someone like Kroll who just eats folks out of a simple, deviant curiosity, and then sometimes they develop a taste for it. Let's talk about endocannibalism for a moment. The Amawaka Indians of Peru picked particles of bone out of the ashes of tribe members who had been recently cremated. They ground those ashes with corn into a drink, drinking as kind of a, a gruel type drink. For the worry people of Western Brazil, endocannibalism was an act of compassion, where they roasted remains of fellow worry.

And then as part of their funeral rights, the tribe would eat them to honor them. Ideally, they would end up eating basically all of the meat from the recently deceased deceased. And it was actually considered highly offensive to the direct family members of the dead to have anyone reject eating them. How weird is that, right? Hey, dude, what's your fucking problem? Oh, you're suddenly too good to eat my mom?

I saw you at the funeral, you up, but he piece of shit. He didn't take one bite of my mom. You didn't have a finger steak. You didn't have some mama sweet thymate, nothing. That hurts, man. That really stinks. Also, how weird to eat one of your own parents, right? Like, especially, let your mind go to this place

with me for a second. Like, what if the cook does a really, really good job of seasoning them? Like what a weird mixture of emotions. Like you're sad, you know, you're sad. You're sad that your dad just died, but also what if your dad is so tasty? You know, whatever you're just thinking stuff like,

yeah, damn, yeah, chef, chef out did himself today. That steak is delicious. Which I could eat my old man every night. Show me this. Regarding exocanableism, tribes of people on every continent but Antarctica have eaten members of other tribes. Choosing to hunt them is they'd hunt any other animal

or choosing to eat them as an added insult towards their enemies. The worry who I just mentioned, these people, the worry man, they love to eat people. The tribe of their 8th and their own dead, they also ate members of other tribes, but not to honor them. Warri warriors would kill enemies of various enemy tribes, then eat them as means of transforming their enemies, do a type of prey, they viewed warfare, cannibalism as just another type of hunting.

And they didn't stop doing this until the 1960s. On the island of Fiji, after winning the battle, many, many years ago, right? Hundreds of years ago, chiefs would select the most noteworthy warriors of the defeated tribe, or that tribe's chief and cook them up to eat. Rest of the warriors would eat other members of the fallen tribe. I wonder if those guys were pissed they didn't get the good meat. You know, just must be nice eating that soft-dashed chief, all tenders shit. Meanwhile, I'm non on this dried out scrantiast

third tier warrior. This former cannibalism was not done at any need for food, just done it as a way to assert power over conquered people. That's some serious total war dominance shit there, right? When you're eating your enemies. Mystical cannibalism occurs in Sultan cultures in order to gain powers of those you eat

the Quarry are are Chora Y tribes there we go who still live in the deep remote jungles of pop and dugeini People who are still unaware of the existence of any other people living in the world prior to outsiders making contact with them in the 1970s They are still rumored to practice mystical cannibalism and exoc cannibalism right to this day Try members live in these crazy looking houses, way up in the air on still. Sometimes these tree houses, way up in these trees. And part of the reason they live so high off the ground

is it so other tribes don't raid them a night and capture them and eat them. Ritual cannibalism occurred in Africa in centuries past, often related to sorcery, headhunters, others, often consuming bits of the bodies or heads of deceased enemies, as a means of absorbing their vitality or their other qualities, you know, reducing their, their powers of revenge, keep their spirit from taking revenge on them. Central America, the Aztecs, notorious for ritual cannibalism, warriors stripping flesh

from enemies. They'd slain in combat in North America, the Karenkoa tribe of Southeast Texas said to practice ritual cannibalism on defeated enemies. Been suggested that the pre-Iraquai, or Iraquai, Iraquai, Mohawk and the ancient Anasasi may have practiced group cannibalism. The Mohawk were called Managers by their Algonkian enemies. You know, and God knows how much other cannibalism occurred all over the world, world before written history was a thing.

Probably quite a bit. Today outside of maybe very small handful of remote tribes, the jungles of South Pacific and maybe South America, culturally condoned cannibalism, thankfully no longer exists. Despite the many wild and unfounded claims of the idiots of the internet. But no, wow, since we've done this one, yeah, yeah!

I'll be internet, internet, internet. All right, if you're new-ish at TimeSuck, this segment where I share some idiotic comments left under a video, you know, I came across doing research for the topic of the week, while researching the prevalence of modern cannibalism, I came across doing research for the topic of the week. While researching the prevalence of modern cannibalism, I came across a YouTube video titled, This is Good.

Mel Gibson slash Rob Downey Jr. Exposed cannibalism and pedophilia in Hollywood. Uploaded by the Truth Seeker News Channel. And you know what, I found that whenever somebody puts like truth in their, you know what? And I've found that whenever somebody puts, like, truth in their YouTube channel, it's almost always just fucking nonsense. Upload by the Truth Seeker News Channel on December 15th the last year, this video already has over 500 and 8,000 views.

Over 9,000 thumbs up, less than 400 thumbs down. This is a scary ratio. It's just under 15 minutes long. I wanna play the first 45 seconds or so. So you can hear these claims. Oh boy. Hello everyone, this is Kerry from Truth Seeking News. Thanks for being with me once again. Well, today I have two articles for you, one from the World Press Center, featuring an interview they had with Mel Gibson about roughly 18 months ago, featuring an interview they had with Mel Gibson about roughly 18 months ago on the prevalence of pedophilia and cannibalism among Hollywood elites. The second and more recent article is from worldtruth.tv website featuring an interview with Robert Downey Jr. on the same subject. And then she just goes into what these articles supposedly say, which it takes a long time

to get to the good points. But I just want to like play what she starts off and like the premise for her video, that these are documented things that have happened. Both of, I think it's Carrie, these narrators claims, total bullshit. You can Google for yourself, you doubt me. Neither Mel Gibson nor Robert Downey Jr.

have recently made claims that Hollywood is full of not only pedophiles, but canable pedophiles. I'm fairly certain that neither one of these dudes has ever made these claims. I would say I'm 100% certain but Mel Gibson says some crazy shit on his day. The world press center the narrator refers to as the source of Mel Gibson saying this nonsense not real. It's not real. There is no world press center. There's no world press center.com, no world press center.org, no world press center.biz, no world press center.tv. True secret news should rename their channel to made up wack and doodle bullshit. News. That's what they report. Not truth. The second source, this lunatic refers to a world truth.tv holy shit. Oh, it's real. It is like the ultimate wackadoodle news site.

It's something else. I actually recommend checking it out. When I looked at his homepage on June 18th, the top headlines were, Kim Trail whistleblower speaks, and even better, Lady Gaga regrets selling her soul to illuminati dark forces. So, maybe tiny bit less incredible. Here are some thoughts from some idiots with the critical thinking skills of, I don't know, Yahim Crowe left underneath this video. Number one, the more I'm going to come in after the eternity, it's your choice.

Posted six months ago, please pray for Mel Gibson and Robert Downey Jr. to be protected at all times, including everyone who touches their lives from now on. They have exposed a plan of Satan's and now they need God's protection at all times. They will be attacked for doing this. Still waiting, still waiting on those attacks, attorney.

They're both doing fine. They're both doing more than fine. Uh, as of this recording, both still very rich. Still doing, uh, very, very well for themselves. Uh, the second comment, uh, Karen Setser, two months ago posted, thanks to Mel Gibson for exposing these adrenal chrome craving pitovors. Pitovore. That's a new term to me.

I assume a p Vore is someone who molests and eats children. Someone like YAHIM KROLE. In a Dreena Chrome, that's a term that many conspiracy theorists are loving right now. We talked about that term at length on this week's, the last week's Secret Suck podcast. Global elites stay in young and vital by feasting on this mythical drug harvested from the pituitary glands of tortured children sold on the black market. This belief is utter nonsense. It's madness.

It's web lore originating randomly from a passage in a hunter as Thompson's fear and loathing in Las Vegas. That's third one here junkyard dogs post. Keanu Reeves has also come out and said the same things. No, no, he has not. That's fucking nonsense. That is not true. It's just outright a lie. Four, another one here shakes it off post. 600,000 kids go missing every year in the US. Clearly, they're throwing this term out to allude that, you know, most, if not all these kids who go missing, you know, must obviously be eaten, which is nonsense.

Actually, the number of missing kids closer to 800,000 a year, or at least it was 800,000 a year's recent is 2012. According to 2012, infill roughly 800,000 kids do go missing in the US every year and terrifying right? Not as terrifying when you look into this number just a tiny bit further. According to Ernie Allen, president of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, Gaihu probably knows the thing or two about the numbers here. He says more than 99% of these kids return home alive when referring to the 800,000 number. Important to look into shit. Yes, they go missing.

Most the overwhelming majority do not stay missing. User chili, a post, and by the way, this does not just happen in Hollywood. This has been going on with royal families and government leaders in Europe for a very long time. No, it hasn't nah, that's horseshit Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles are not none on some toddler fucking leg bones right now Washington down with the Drenacrome get the fuck out of here user Pam Bouter took a quick break from her job probably running a Fortune 500 company or maybe designing rockets for SpaceX The post I am praying God's protection for Mr. Gibson and Mr.

Downey. Protect them from being suicide. Please help the children. Ah, please help yourself, Pam. Pray less study more. Please, let's let's church more school for fuck's sake. No one's getting suicide. That's not a, that's not a term. It's not, it's not the way you use that. No one, you just say like they, they may have committed suicide, they may have been murdered, but they don't say that somebody is suicide. Finally, also ridiculous to me. I could list out a similar comment so the ones I've already thrown out for like 12 hours.

But I'll stop here with Richard Willett, who posts, this is the mega group, which includes Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. It is connected to Epstein and the Clintons and therefore Weinstein and the rest of the Sabati and Frankism, which is behind Zionism. Isaac Capi worked hard to expose this and it's a true legend. I will be making a documentary about him.

You know what, go fuck yourself, Dick Willett. The trailer for your documentary has about 500 views right now, and I hope that far less actually watch the actual documentary. You're exposing nothing. You're perpetuating nonsense. Just waste people's time, keep some from focusing on real problems, keep some from discussing very real problems in the world today.

Stop being another 80 to the internet, making content that keeps others or helps keep them as ignorant as you are. There's no giant cabal of elites eating kids. They are just occasional fucking maniacs like Yakim Kohl. Now let's get out of here and talk about some other real cannibals. Alright, we time suck and meet Sacks. I already know about other serial killing cannibals like Jeffrey Dahmer, Albert Fish, Pena Vabada, Chobis.

What other dirt bags are out there? Quite a few. We'll probably end up as future times like episodes, dirt bags like Arthur Shawcross, Diehard Death Metal fans might remember that time, Cannibal Corp, sampled serial killer Arthur Shawcross as the opening to the track addicted to vaginal skin off the tomb of the mutilated album the audio clip of the madman speaking about his crimes seemed to suit track perfectly as Shawcross says at one point I just took that knife and I cut her from her neck down to her anus. Oh my god, and I cut out her vagina and ate it. Jesus

Arthur Shawcross aka the genoc� river killer a deranged murderer who took the lives of 14 people between 1972 and 1989 he began his murderous free by killing two children in New York Caught for killing two kids took a plea deal served 14 years in prison seven years for each kid. That doesn't sound good 1990 he would be convicted of killing ten prostitutes, Shawcross mutilated each body immensely, eight parts of the women, claiming to have first cannibalized during his time back in Vietnam, saying it bred an unstoppable lust for killing within him. Yeesh, lust for killing and for cannibalism within him.

Author Shawcross died in prison, 2008. I'm sure he'll get his own suck one day. A Canadian killer, Luke Magnata, also apparently tasted human flesh, Luke Magnata sparked an international manhunt after he butchered a Chinese international student named Lynn June in 2012 in Montreal, Canada. The twisted killer uploaded footage of himself, repeatedly stabbing his victim with an ice pick, then dismembering him and performing acts of necrophilia. Canadian cops saw a more extensive version than what was released to the public, where cannibalism was also performed.

Magnata then sent parts of the body to political parties and schools in Canada, eventually arrested and burlin at an internet cafe, while reading stories about himself online, received a punishment of life in prison with no possibility of parole. Great documentary I watched about Luke on Netflix called Don't Fuck With Cats, hunting an internet killer. Luke got married randomly back in 2017 to Anthony Jolan, armed robber serving life in prison for stabbing another inmate to death in the shower in prison. So how sweet. I wonder where they spent their honeymoon. Not all modern modern cannibal criminals come from North America. This next

dirt bag comes from the Southern hemisphere, Dorengel Vargas. After being arrested in Venezuela in 1999, this homeless man confessed to killing and eating at least 10 men over the course of two years. He did refuse to eat women or children. He had some standards, he had a conscience. When authority searched the areas around his encampment,

they found the remains of at least six victims in different states of being eaten. To be fair to D He, uh, he is a paranoid schizophrenic. He was unmedicated and untreated at the time of his cannibalistic attacks. Also cannibals all over in Europe, uh, like in the UK, the UK, as you know, home to 99% of the world's killer kids, a decade, got dang, uh, not really. Just a little nod of the episode. Uh, the UK does have some sick box, though, eat people, like Anthony Morley, 1993, then 21-year-old Anthony Morley became the first winner of Mr. Gay UK, an annual British beauty pageant for gay men that ran until 2013, or a contest, I guess, more than pageant.

Are those synonymous? A few years later, 1996, the male model appeared on the British dating show, God's gift. And the audience that day was Damien Oldfield. Oldfield worked for the British gay lifestyle magazine Bent, years later, the two dated. Then in 2013, Anthony now working as a 36 year old chef, invited Damien, who is now his ex-boyfriend, over to his leads flat. After the pair, watched broke back mountain, and bed, they fell asleep, and then at some point in the night, Anthony snapped. Slash Damien's throat stabbed him multiple times, cut off sections of his flesh from his thigh and chest, seasoned it with herbs, fried it in olive oil, and ate it.

He then stumbled to a nearby kebab shop in a blood-drenched dressing gown, told the staff he had killed someone because they tried to rape him. Six pieces of human flesh cooked so they were raw in the middle and browned on the edges. Later found on a chopping board in Mordy's kitchen, my god, bundle of fresh herbs and knife used to chop them some olive oil. Dish of seeds found on the work surface near the cooker. Frined pan was on the stove with remnants of fried herbs and oil in it. A section of flesh, which appeared to have been chewed, found in a bin bag.

Morty told the judge that his trial that he killed old field after waking up to find him performing a sexual act on him that he feared who is going to be raped. The judge did not buy it. He was found guilty on October 17, 2008 in sentence to life in prison. He was found guilty on October 17th, 2008, and sentenced to life in prison. YAHIM KROL, not the only modern German cannibal, Armin Mivas, even more recent human eating German Derbeck. We've heard a lot of crazy shit today. This, this is more intense, even possibly just with the details. This is, this had me cringing and just from my desk saying, just, God damn, so many

times. My best received a life sentence from murdering a man he met on the internet in 2001. He had posted an advertisement on the website, the Cannibal Crick, a now defunct forum for people with a cannibalism fetish stating that he was looking for a well-built 18 to 30 year old man to be slaughtered and then consumed. That was the ad. Looking for a well built 18 to 30 year old man or 18 to 30 year old to be slaughtered and then consumed.

Pretty straight forward. Burned Yergen Armando Brandes, an engineer from Berlin, answered this ad in March 2001. You know, why not? Why not? What could go wrong? Answering that kind of ad. What could go wrong? Answering an ad to be literally slaughtered.

What are the odds that someone advertising something like that might actually want to, you know, slaughter or need you? It turns out pretty good. The two made one of the most fucked up videos of all time. When they met on March 9th, 2001 and 39-year-old Mivus' home in a small town west of Rottenberg, once there, Brondis apparently agreed to let Mivus cut his dick off, not kidding. He asked to have his penis specifically bit off, not bit, bit off. He then took 20 sleeping pills, drank a bottle of cough syrup, to numb the the pain and then Mivus tried to bite this man's dick off.

It didn't work. It was harder than he thought it was going to be. So then he cut it off with a knife, then Brandon's tried to eat his own penis raw. This is unreal. The one guy Mivus cuts this other guy's dick off and then the guy who has his dick out of wants to eat his own penis, wants to be fed his own penis. On video and he said it's too chewy, he tries to eat it on video as he's bleeding.

So then Mivus cooks it, fries it in the pan with salt, pepper, wine, and garlic. My God, and he burns it, son of a bitch. He burns his dick. Yeah, that's rough, that's rough meal. Where it's like, you can't just run in the grocery store and get another human dick. So he burns it, he waste it,

and then he chops it up and feeds it to his dog. And then Mivus, this is the weirdest, Mivus runs the badly bleeding, but still alive, Brandon's a bath. Runs him a bath, puts him in the tub, just lets him sit in the bath and just, you know, he's got a sleeping pills, you know, he's kind of fading in an unconsciousness. While he's fading out, he wanders off to another part of the house to read a Star Trek book, comes back to check in on Brandis every 15 minutes. I shit you not.

These are real details. Just reading about Captain Kirk's adventures while a dude lays bleeding to death in his bathtub, a dude who's dickied tried to bite off and who's dickied cut off, cooked up, burnt fed to his dog. I wonder if he tried talking to him about the book while he checked on him, right? Just to make it more surreal. Hey, hey, hey, I, uh, you ever read my enemy, my ally? It's great.

Kirk is contacted by this Romulan commander. He's had some run-ins with her in the past. What's that? Oh, you need a new bandaid for the whole way you're dick used to be? No problem. One sec. Hey, I just can't stop thinking though about, like, there's this one part where the Romulan convinces her crew to cross the neutral zone into Federation space and what?

Yeah. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, I find it. I'll get you to the band-aid, some more sleeping pills. And I listen, listen, I gotta say this again, I know you asked me to stop apologizing, but seriously, I need you to know I feel terrible for burning your dick. I feel really bad. Brand is drifted in an unconscious again, finally when he was near death. Mive is killed, Brand is by stabbing him in the throat. And he hangs his body on a meat hook.

This whole ordeal is recorded on video. The police never released it to public. Thank God, but they did refer to it in a later trial. Mivis butchers up Brandon's corpse, stores his meat in a freezer, and then eats him over the next 10 months. They estimate he consumed 45 pounds of a slush. According to prosecutors, doing this sexually satisfied Mivas He was originally convicted of manslaughter claiming his victim asked to be killed

This was overturned. He was found guilty of murder in 2006 There are so many other examples out there of modern cannibals Asia Africa the Middle East elsewhere No shortage of meat sack eaters No need to go over a ton of them today. You get it But I do want to really inform one more. A lady. They're not all dudes. Italian cannibal Leonardo, Giancule, Leonardo Giancule, murdered three middle-aged neighbor women in Italy between 1939 and 1940. The so-called soap maker of carggio, the soap maker of carjil. I should look at the maker of soap.

She turned her victims bodies into soap and tea cakes. Which she, Jesus, I know that's not funny. She's just so tea cakes. And she served these tea cakes and soap to her friends. She'd also use the soap and she'd also eat tea cakes herself. How does one turn a person into a tea cake? You might wonder. Surprisingly, she never published a cookbook, but she did talk about it at her trial in 1946. T.K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. K. that I poured into several buckets and emptied in an air-by-septic tank. As for the blood in the base and I waited until it coagulated, dried in the oven,

ground it, mixed it with flour, sugar, chocolate, milk, eggs, as well as a bit of margarine, kneading all the ingredients together, I made lots of crunchy tea cakes and served them to the ladies who came to visit, though Josephine, I also ate them. My God! This is how the little party, everyone ate these tea cakes made out of a fucking neighbor. The tea cakes are made of people. The tea cakes are made of people. Little soil and green reference there.

Regarding the soap, she said at her trial, then this is talking about her third victim. She ended up in the pot like the other two. Her flesh was fat and white. When it had melted, I added a bottle of cologne. After a long time on the boil, I was able to make some most acceptable creamy soap. I gave bars to neighbors and acquaintances.

I said, what do you like on my soap? I'm a, eat on this cake, eat on this cake, eat on this cake, it's the best of cake, I can never have. She reported he killed these women as sacrifices in order to protect her son from dying in World War II. She was completely out of her mind. She confessed to her crimes, was found guilty to the murders, went to an asylum, where

she sent, you know, rest her life incarcerated. What about her son? It does seem that he survived the war, so, you know, maybe it worked. Maybe that shit worked. So what a funny light-hearted uplifting episode, huh? Fuck me. Can't stress enough. These cannibals are the extreme exception to the rule of people,

almost always not killing each other, and almost always not eating each other. The odds of you ending up in someone's stupot, real low. odds probably a lot lower than used to be actually. Hundreds of years ago, it seems as a little more common than it is now, so that's good. Now we have freezers and egg o'whaffles and microwave breads. We have canned protein shakes and fast food

and all kinds of snacks. The last forever and her cheap and you know, keep us plenty full enough to never need to eat anyone. Y'all him crow is truly disturbing as he was, not alone no when it comes to killing and eating people. He might be alone no at least when it comes to modern history when it comes to people who've eaten other people and also fuck cows and he has to be alone when it comes to people who've eaten other people and also fuck cows. And he has to be alone.

When it comes to people who've eaten other people and fuck cows and choked and fucked alls and deposited copious amounts of seeming to multiple rape and murder scenes where other people are held responsible for the crime. I hope so. I really hope he's the only one. Time now for today's top five takeaways.

Time, suck, top five takeaways. Number one, six times, six different dudes took to fall for Cole's various murders and one way or another before he was finally arrested. Number two, this guy produced enough cement to throw investigators, office trail, numerous times. That's gotta be a first, right? He's gotta be the only dude that comes so much that police, you know, just kept thinking a gang of men must have been responsible.

I hope so. Number three, police were baffled by Kroll's murders because they thought a serial killer capable of these kinds of crimes must be somewhat calculating and intelligent. Instead, Kroll was basically the forest gump of raping and murdering and eating people. Number four, a German engineer volunteered to eat his own dick on camera and then die and be eaten by a stranger. That has to be the most intense and elaborate suicide I've ever read about. Number five, something new during the trial of Yahooem Crowell, the German legislature

actually changed German law to make sure Crowell never got out of prison. They made sure that Crowell would serve consecutive terms for his various crimes, which equated to life in prison, previous to this law change, due to Kroll's limited mental capacity, it would have been possible that he would have been released after serving concurrent sentences for the murders, could have gotten out 10, 20 years, and possibly killed again. But because of overwhelming media coverage in public outcry to punish Kroll, German authorities changed the law. Thank God.

Time, suck, tough, right takeaway. Wow. Y'all have been sucked. And several other cannibals, kind of sucked. Not sure if we do deep dives on any of those going forward or not actually. Fair and disturbing. But I'm darkly entertaining. I guess, yes, my God.

What a strange, strange addition to the catalog. I didn't think we could get much stranger than showbiz Albert Fish, but I don't know. Yeah, I haven't crawled right up there. Thank you again to the TimeSug team. Thanks to Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Kalman's Reverend Dr. Joe, Horsecock Johnson, Paisley, Biddlelickster, Logan and Kate Keith at Spicy Club, running BadMagicMarch.com and the socials. Thanks to the Scripps Keeper, Zach Flannery, for always cranking out so much fantastic research. Thanks to all of those involved

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Next week on TimeSuck, once again, the space lizards have spoken and chosen wisely. This time we had Egypt to learn all about the ancient gods that inspired some of the world's most impressive and ecstatic structures from the massive Luxor temple in the ancient city of Thebes to the over 100 pyramids that reside in Egypt and believe no massive limestone or granic block unturned to reveal the secrets of Egyptian spirituality. One of the greatest societies to ever exist ancient Egypt has over 6,000 years of history and culture that is both world famous and mysterious. Posing questions that even the most learned experts still struggle to answer. To go along with their massive structures, they have an equally gigantic pantheon of gods

with somewhere between 1500 and 2000 deities. We certainly won't be able to go over them all, but we will introduce you to their major gods as well as some of the most terrifying deities ever to descend from the heavens, from Amit, the devour of the dead. God's like, you know, Horus, protector of Egypt, it's gonna be Nebuk Suk.

Join us next week to learn all about Egypt's ancient gods. Now let's see what messages our god Nimrod has bestowed upon us for you to hear in this week's Time Sucker Updates. Updates? Get your time Sucker Updates? Hicking things off with the cool update based on last week's When to Go Suck, Super Florida Suckers, Lisa and Will, right in, saying, hello to everyone in the suck dungeon. My name is Lisa Cool. Thank you for pronunciation, God.

From South Florida, and I just wanna thank you for all your constant hard work and dedication on this incredible community you've built. That's very nice. I was excited to hear all of the information you gave on American Indians. My husband, Will Cool, is part of the

United Nation, the Wolf clan. When he still lives in New York, he was a living historian and did war reenactments. That is so cool. The picture attached was a life-sized photo of him that was in the Saratoga National Historical Park. Just wanted to share our little bit of information from the most recent suck. You kick ass, Hale Nimrod, Lisa, and Will. P.S., we are also both total creeps. Please keep up to spoopiness on scared of death. Thank you, Lisa and Will. I love, I saw the picture. Love seeing Will dressed up in his full

onida, wolf clan warrior, regalia, very badass. Just, I loved it. I'm kind of paining head on his face. Man, that would be intimidating. Shit. Let's see, some guy dressed up like that coming across the field or through the woods at ya. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you.

I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you.

I'm just thinking of you. you'll hear that a lot. Cool, cool. Next up, kick ass law enforcement, Meet Sack Logan Noble has an incredible and funny story to share with this. This is one of the cool stories you've ever gotten, actually. Logan writes, to the master sucker and the petter of Bojangles Red Rocket. Wait a second, that doesn't sound right. Anyways, have a funny story.

I thought you'd appreciate. I'm a police officer that received a time suck-related call a few years ago. I was dispatched to the home of a local well-known wacky doodle. In a case, start to feel bad for laughing this guy, don't. He's also a child sex offender who spent time in prison. This paranoid fuck called the police department to report an illuminati sticker on the light pole in front of his residence. He said it was watching him. I laughed to myself. I didn't give much

credence to the call because this guy's been calling the station with paranoid illusions and other silly complaints for many years. So I get there, he shows me the pole, sure shit, there was an illuminati themed sticker on the pole. Two thoughts go through my head, a holy shit, there actually is a sticker on the pole, and b, how the fuck is it? I removed the sticker from the pole, thought nothing more of it, until about a year later when I discovered the time suck podcasts. It was then that this old call popped into my head and I recognized the sticker. It was a time suck sticker from the street team stickers. So I would like to take you to take some solace from knowing that your podcast has mine fucked at least one paranoid pedophile.

He gives me a laugh every time I think about it. On a less funny note, I did deface a suck by removing the sticker. Hope you found this funny. I will continue to listen to the podcast for as long as you can handle making it. I've already gotten four or five guys from the department listing to it also. And on another good note, you mush mouth.

You're mush mouth. You haven't have a hard time pronouncing my name. Well, thank you officer noble. Yeah, no, that's an easy name to pronounce. I appreciate it. And that's amazing. That's fucking incredible. Thanks for doing what you do. And that's amazing, that's fucking incredible. Thanks for doing what you do.

Also, I hope you and your crew are protecting and serving your community, staying safe. I just, I love, I love that one of our stickers, Frick that guy out enough for him to call you. He's looking at a time suck sticker, seeing that Illuminati, you know, symbolism, and just be like, no, they're fucking watching me. There's the eye, it sees everything I do.

Funny sucker, Jeff Stevenson, sent us one of the shortest messages we've ever received and it cracked me up I just wanted to share it. He sent in an email with a subject line of fucking paisley and all the message said was hey time suck team. Sorry for the long email Jeff Well played well played nice call back to many other messes. I love your message only said sorry for the long email. He'll never. Now for a super disturbing killer kids update from Michigan based meat sack, Justin holiday. Justin writes, Hello, master sucker. I've been a fan for over the last few years have been waiting to find a reason to email you. I managed to meet you and Lindsay at the Bob and Grand Rapids last year as a friend of mine,

odd school. Anyway, this is related to the killer kids. I grew up without knowing about a distant aunt and uncle. This is so crazy. This story. I wasn't informed of this information until I was in high school when I met their son. I had to confirm with my dad about the news

after he told me this story. It seems many years ago, my aunt and uncle were going for a walk. They lived in the middle of nowhere. They had almost walked past a household when two young brothers who parents weren't currently home, who were roughly in their early teens, these kids decided to take their parents' guns, ran outside, pointed their guns at my aunt and uncle, forced them to walk into the cornfield. Cornfield they had in their yard,

when they were far enough into the fields not being seen, the kids shot and killed both of them. To top it all off, they cleaned the bodies as to not leave a trail and then left the bodies under their beds. I heard the bodies were under their beds for about a week before the boys parents found them. I have no information beyond that. But I thought you would find this interesting. If you managed to read this on time, suck, praise both angles and keep on sucking.

Thank you. Jesus. That is beyond intent. You're on an awkwardly poor cousin. I can't believe those kids just put their bodies under the bed like they were a couple porn mags. That's just so fucking absurd and dark. Ah.

I wonder what happened to those kids too. I mean, if they were in the early teens, I hope they didn't get tried as juveniles because that's just beyond dark. That's beyond like a kid mistake by long ways. Yeah, thanks for listening right now and I hope you don't have any family stories darker than that one.

And now we're gonna end on a cute, after a playlist dark, this cute little shout out. Sweet sucker Wes R&D, right? So thank you for the pronunciation guide. I would have fucked up R&D big time. R&D writes in with the shout out request. Good morning noon evening or night master suck. I was just wondering if you can give my grandma

and I a birthday shout out. On June 21st, I will turn 16 and my grandma Mary will turn 77. Thank you for keeping me entertained. Fill in my ear holes with the sweetest of sucks. While I work in the yard and around the house, happy sucking, hail Nimrods, and be gone, Lucifina, Wes, on a netty.

Oh man, six hands a big one, man. Well, happy barely belated birthday, Wes. And happy birthday to your grandmother. You know what, Wes, take my advice here. I want you to make your grandma marry, listen to this entire episode, to hear the birthday shout out. Don't tell her where it is.

Don't tell her it's at the end. Just make her listen to the entire, and then I want you to have a very long talk about it afterwards. I want her to grill you on why you choose to listen to shit like this. Uh, hail, Nimrod. Hail, Lucifer, and thanks for the messages everyone,

and that's it for this week. Time, sucker updates. Thanks, time, suckers. I need a net. We all did. Have a great week and actually, just like I said last week, still don't eat anyone. Hopefully that won't be my advice next week. Will the Egyptian guys suck?

Break our cannibalism run? I hope so. Find out when you keep on sucking. You wanna go get some to eat? You know, I can't pinpoint why, but I just, uh, I really don't have much of an appetite right now. You know, I can't pinpoint why, but I just, I really don't have much of an appetite right now.