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This may help dampen your infatuation, and it’s nothing personal. I believe Bundy to be one of the most awfully fascinating specimens of abhorrent study, but he's definitely not the typical boyfriend material.Although intelligent and holding the ability to succeed in whatever endeavors he put his mind to, he could never follow through with what he had begun, showing his true juvenile and irresponsible self. This behavior resulted in Bundys ultimate failure at most things constructive he ever attempted; law school, foreign language, relationships, politics, etc., and he was well aware of this, carrying an ulcerous inferiority complex. Bundy would never admit any responsibility for his many shortcomings, and intended to ride his superficially charming and handsome facade to "Easy Street," using unethical tactics while campaigning for a Republican governor in Washington State and sustaining himself emotionally while manipulating weak and sympathetic women into "relationships" and taking advantage of all he could.Bundys long-festering problem was his extreme and deep-seated loathing of women, especially attractive young girls, even children, with a specific look and a certain homicidal allure only Bundy could pinpoint. The internal roiling of such a dark intrinsic pathology would overwhelm Bundys every waking moment, when on campus, during class, and even shopping was enraging due to all of the many beautiful coeds surrounding him, yet also frustratingly arousing, stoking a uniquely abhorrent sexual desire that he soon would have to satisfy.Bundy, despite claims of granduer, murdered 20-30 innocent female women, luring most of them with his ploy of disabilty, usually at night, to assist him in carrying his books to his car. Once there Bundy would ask her to unlock the door of his '68 VW Bug and while she was distracted he would quickly retrieve a tire iron or pry bar from beneath the vehicle or secreted in its wheel well and shatter the poor girls skull before throwing her limp figure into the vehicle, where the passenger seat was already removed for this purpose, and then speed off to seclusion to finish his macabre and horrifying rituals.Usually driving in an alert, frenzied rage to his forested destination, and often inebriated to work up his courage and dull his senses, Bundy would sometimes scream profanities at his unconcious or dead passenger, even clubbing her repeatedly without provocation and visciously sinking his jagged teeth into her breasts, buttocks, and thighs. One victim, according to Bundy, regained conciousness and was apparently so damaged from blows to her head that she mistook Bundy for the boy who was assigned to tutor her in spanish. Later, Bundy confessed this detail to Robert Keppel, callously describing it as "funny."Soon they would arrive at Bundys familiar killing ground where he knew he was finally in control; over life and death and how that made him a God. Then he would pull his victim from the vehicle, dead or alive, and savagely rape, bite, beat, degrade, and, if not deceased yet, strangle her with a ligature or bludgeon again, sometimes needlessly berating her, showing his truely hideous face, finally unmasked, of a real human monster. Moments later Bundy would again rape the corpse vaginally, anally, and orally, and repeat this for hours, immersed in the darkness of the silent night, hiding his true nature as a degenerate necrophile and murderer who's only love were death and sex, apparently preferable in that order.It was the sunrise that usually jarred Bundy back to the stark reality of his current situation and he could then see the dead, battered, human woman beneath his nude body. Illuminated by the soft early light seeping down through the canopy, he could look into her eyes, pupils fixed and dilated, lips blue, skull caved in and deformed, dried streams of blood leaving small dark rivulets down her pale, cold face, and her body beginning to stiffen from rigor mortis.At this point Bundys fantasy had ended and his fun was over. This is where he would vomit in mortified disgust at his past nights deeds, sobbing for himself in selfish despair, pondering his own deviance, but his psychological protection mechanism had already begun to rationalize and diminish his heinous acts. Later it would get so routine there wouldn't be much afterthought, beside mentally reliving the act itself for his own gratification. Frantically gathering any evidence he may have left at the scene, Bundy jumped into the Bug and accelerated off into the breaking dawn.This was the typical abduction/murder scenario for Bundy until he changed his Method of Operation and chose to impersonate a police officer in broad daylight to lure another woman from a mall under the pretense that he had apprehended a suspect attempting to break into her car. The victim reluctantly allowed Bundy to drive her to a supposed police barracks but when he suddenly slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrist she tried to jump from the vehicle. Bundy jabbed a pistol into her face and screamed a profane threat, but the 18-year-old fought ferociously anyway and managed to jump from the moving vehicle. A passing motorist frightened Bundy away as the girl fled to the safety of the strangers vehicle, who seemingly may have been the only deterrence from Bundy coming back to finish her off.This was the beginning of Bundys downfall, his arrests and escapes, his deterioration, and his inevitable, and some would say self-imposed, demise in a Florida prison. His surviving victim eventually identified him as her attacker and kidnapper in a Utah police line-up after he was arrested for possession of burglary tools, a rape-kit, and handcuffs, all found in his VW during a traffic stop instigated after police spotted him parked on a dark street, allegedly smoking marijuana, when he fled from the approaching cop. Bundy was apprehended, convicted, and sentenced to 1 to 15 years for kidnapping but was soon extradited to Colorado to stand trial for another crime: murder.Bundy wasn't about to suddenly start following the rule of law, and so, after careful preparation, he leapt from the second story of the courthouse law library and vanished. Apprehended a week later, nearly frozen and starved to death, Bundy was transferred to the county jailhouse, with greater security and supervision, but just five days after Christmas, 1977, a slimmed down Ted Bundy wriggled up through the ceiling light fixture of his cell and exited down through the jailers apartment next door where he exchanged his inmate jumpsuit for street attire. Bundy then simply walked right out the door and into unlimited and unfettered freedom for the second time.Bundys absence wouldn't be noticed until the next afternoon, but by then he was out of the reach of Colorado, or any of the states that wanted to pin more murder charges on him. This time he would use his freedom to relax and enjoy his new life in sunny Florida. After renting a room with most of the cash he had gathered for his escape, Bundy went walking to absorb the Sun and to also relish his great victory over law enforcement back in CO, and enjoy the fact that he was more clever than an entire state full of cops, all of whom knew his name and his face.In Florida though, his name was Chris Hagen and Chris was just another young face amongst the throngs of students that paraded across the FSU campus everyday. Hundreds of young women, far too many to count and all so overtly sexual, the girls whistled at him and almost every girl he spoke with was either a tease or a flirt, some were both. Quite different from the Northwest, but so easily trusting were these tanned beauties that they seemed even more willing to assist a stranger in need. Living in paradise so long must had dulled their senses to detect, or even suspect, when danger was nearby them and death was staring them in the face with that charming smile, innocently asking, "so, which sorority are you in?"That frustrating arousal was back again but after so long the intensity was almost too much; to not act upon it soon would take every ounce of willpower. FSU is the quintessential hunting ground for a young attractive predator to find his perfect prey, an unlimited feast for a starving beast that can hide in sheep's clothing and pounce when they're at there most vulnerable.To not take part in his favorite pastime with so much fresh and tender fruit just longing for the plucking, and with more than enough time to do it in, was staggeringly depressing for Bundy. A choice between freedom or fulfilment. The campus was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Now that this painful lust was fully permeating his overactive, yet wantonly depraved libido, and had diminished much of his impulse control, it was only a matter of time before he struck, and when he did it would be a massive release of the ugliest, most evil, rage; the purest hatred and bloodlust that would splatter the front pages across the nation.After about two weeks of personal restraint, Bundy had only watched the nubile bodies bouncing up and down day after day, tormented. He had hoped alcohol would dull the monstrous urge, or at least slow the tortuous compulsion, but, as Bundy always knew deep inside, it would only gain in strength. January 15th was Bundys breaking point.As dawn loomed a few hours below the horizon, Bundy set out to enact and satiate his burdening fantasies and finally release himself, if for only a short time, of his virtually crippling, underlying obsession that haunted him even beyond his waking hours. He crept upon a white, two story sorority house with the words "Chi Omega" written in bold black lettering across the front. Bundy chose his implement that night out of convenience, a heavy oak log about three inches in diameter and approx. 14-16 inches in length, an extremely dense, wieldy, and very destructive weapon.When Bundy entered the house it was dark and quiet; he was now in his element. Heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation, he climbed the stairs to the second floor corridor. Low voices could still be heard behind one or two of the closed doors but Bundy didn't worry about being interrupted, his focus lay in finding a sleeping victim. He approached one of the doors without light showing from underneath and listened closely; steady breathing from inside. Bundy turned the knob silently, and stealthily entered the darkened room, then quickly latched the door shut behind him.As his eyes adjusted to the low light he could see a single woman asleep and alone. He brought the club down on her sleeping face, shattering it, then several more blows to permanently disable her, and then strangled her to death with pantyhose. Bundy then raped the dead girl, bitting off a nipple in the process and licking at the gaping head wounds until he ejaculated.Moving to the next room across the hallway where he found another single girl, he repeated his viscious bludgeonings and strangulation, then ferociously sunk his jagged teeth into the woman's buttocks and brutally mutilated her vagina and anus with a can of hair spray.Bundys wasn't done yet and chose his third room where two twin beds lay to his left, they each appeared to be occupied by one sleeping form. Bundy positioned himself in the narrow isle between the beds and with explosive force brought his oak club down on the unconscious girl to his right. There was an audible crunch over the deep thud of the impact, and as the other sleeping woman awoke, the club was violently embedded in her skull. She brought her arm up in futile defense but the club shattered it and Bundy alternately bludgeoned each girl, again and again, without a sign of mercy or pity, spreading blood across most of the small room with each rebounding arch of the club.Bundy finally relented and began to retreat from his repellant deeds, but as he fled through the front door he was unknowingly observed from the darkness by a sorority sister returning home late. She would later be the only eyewitness placing Bundy at the Chi Omega house on Jan. 15.Less than an hour later, blocks from the Chi Omega house, where the police where in full presence after the savagery just forty-five minutes earlier, another SFU student was blitzed in her sleep by a club wielding lunatic, but she survived, perhaps only due to the neighbors investigating concerns over an extremely loud pounding that shook the house.Bundy was losing total control of his once seemless mask of normalcy and composure. He was now unkempt, disheveled, and unwashed. Disorganization had overwhelmed his every action now and alcohol fueled those desperate impulses. Almost a month after his first attacks in Florida, Bundy chose a less riskier target to satisfy his perverse needs: a twelve-year-old girl whom he was seen leading to his van from out front of her middle school. Her partially decayed body was found two months later, strangled and stuffed beneath a pig shed near the Suwanee River, semen stains left on her panties.The ultimate ending to this true crime epic would come in a form that would, by now, be very familiar to Bundy: a police traffic stop. After he had stolen his signature VW Bug, a Pensacola patrol unit had ascertained the vehicle as stolen and began persuit. Bundy would initially attempt to evade but inevitably submit to the chase, perhaps at this stage so diluted, hoping to persuade the officer into letting him go free. After the cop's attempt to cuff Bundy, the realization that his freedom was at its end and that his return to the wretched confines of prison was inevitable must have hit Bundy like a shot of adrenaline and he broke free and ran. He was quite forcefully subdued by the officer when he fought to escape, a literal fight for his life, that he lost. Bundy then confessed to the officer, nearly in tears, that, "You should have killed me."Yet Florida still had no idea that the car thief they had was Ted Bundy. He began dropping subtle clues about his identity, and how important he was and that they would be famous. Bundy eventually gave his real name and Pensacola finally knew what they had on their hands. Bundy would participate in over 40 hours of interviews.Bundys trial for the Chi Omega killings found him guilty and mandated two death sentences. Convicted next of the twelve-year-old girls murder, Bundy was given another death sentence.Theodore Robert Bundy11/24/46 ~ 1/24/89I could be petty like some people who have interviewed Bundy and mention his chronic nailing biting and nose picking, but when you’re on deathrow for ten years you probably pick up a couple nervous habits, especially when you’re under constant threat and intimidation by inmates and guards.How difficult it is to put all of Theodore Robert Bundys nauseating and shockingly degenerate acts into a cogent narrative. The truly unique perversities of Bundy, like the fact that after moving his victims from their original scene of assault, he would revisit these degraded and putrefying corpses repeatedly to engage in yet more necrophilia, even applying lip stick, eye shadow, and rouge to make them more attractive during sex to better fulfil his fantasy, and even going so far as to shampoo their hair weeks after death. Utilising a hacksaw, Bundy would sometimes decapitate certain favoured victims and take their head back to his vehicle or apartment and use it to fellate himself at his leisure, also applying makeup to these disembodied faces and storing the heads in the fridge to slow decomposition. Bundys documented acts of mutilation upon his victims’ genitals and anus, include forced vaginal and anal sodomy using an iron bar, a speculum, aerosol cans, tree branches and logs, amongst other objects. This probably indicates another signature behaviour repeated with most of his victims, but Bundys dump-sites simply proved to be too secluded or elusive and as a result the majority of all Bundy victims recovered were either in advanced states of decomposition, or merely just a scattered collection of bones, and any information we may have learned from them has long deteriorated.