People You’ll See In Hell

PAUL WARNER POWELL EXECUTED FOR MURDER
excerpts of an article by Josh White – The Washington Post

Kristie Reed was on the basement floor, her throat and wrists slashed. Her older sister, Stacie, was upstairs, dead from a stab wound to the heart. When police reached Kristie, who was then 14 years old, an officer leaned in and asked who had done this to her. Kristie mouthed two words: “Paul Powell.”

More than 11 years later, Paul Warner Powell, 31, was executed in Virginia’s electric chair Thursday night. He was declared dead at 9:09. The Jan. 29, 1999, murder of one sister and the rape and near-slaying of the other in Manassas were among the most notorious crimes in the region’s recent history.

Besides the savage attack, the case was known for Powell’s boastful jailhouse letter to Prince William County’s chief prosecutor, which provided the crucial evidence that resulted in Thursday’s execution.

H. H. Holmes (The Devil In The White City) killed nine. Jeffrey Dahmer killed seventeen. Ted Bundy killed as many as 35, John Wayne Gacy 33. Ever heard of Charles Cullen? No? Charles Cullen murdered at least 45 between 1988 and 2003. Cullen was one of those self-righteous, self-proclaimed “angels of mercy”, a nurse with an eye for those who needed to die.

From his childhood, Charles Cullen was surrounded by death. His dad died while driving a bus when Cullen was seven months old. Four of his eight siblings died in their childhood. When he was seventeen, his mom died in a car accident.

A miserable child, Cullen attempted to commit suicide twenty times in the course of twenty years. Nothing like an annual tradition. The first occurred at the age of nine, when Cullen drank chemicals from his chemistry set. From there, the attempts got more creative, ranging from stealing drugs from the hospital in which he worked, to plunging a pair of scissors through his sick, twisted skull.

LOTTERY ASSAULT LEADS TO THREE YEAR SENTENCE
excerpts from an article in the Anchorage (AK) Daily News

May 19, 2009–The man accused of attacking the winner of Alaska’s biggest lottery with a metal pipe or rod pleaded guilty this week to a reduced charge of second-degree assault, a prosecutor said. Brandon Hughes, a 20-year-old from the Los Angeles area, was sentenced to three years in prison under a plea bargain, said prosecutor Clint Campion.

Hughes will be eligible for parole and time off for good behavior, which is usually about one-third of the sentence.

Anchorage Superior Court Judge Patrick McKay accepted the plea and sentenced Hughes on Monday.

UPDATE: Well, The interview is online now. Could I have said “Um” any more often? Well, at least they mentioned PYSIH at the beginning, so we can say I threw myself on my sword for the good of the website.

ORIGINAL POST

The other day, as I was checking my email, I found this interesting item.

—–Original Message—–
From: Jenny Churchill [mailto:**********@*******]
Sent: Thursday, March 11, 2010 12:44 PM
To: admin@pysih.com
Subject: : Television Interview

A Clockwork Orange

It’s a stinking world because there’s no law and order anymore! It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it’s no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there’s not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.

For anyone who has either seen the movie or read the 1962 novel by Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange is an experience not soon forgotten.

Alex, our humble friend and narrator, would be comfortable with the situation in the UK today. I submit exhibit A into evidence.

Hey, did you guys know that one of the former hosts of Family Feud offed himself in the early 90’s? Yeah, it’s true. Ray Combs, Google him.

Game shows are a dangerous venue. But sometimes, to find the sickest minds, you look to the contestant, not the host. Case in point: Rodney Alcala.

Alcala was a contestant on the Dating Game (Bachelor number one, to be exact) back in 1978. Alcala actually won, but sadly the bachelorette refused the date. Smartest move in game show history.

“My name is Rodney. I like kids, sharp objects, and hurting people mercilessly. I also enjoy long walks on the beach and my pet cat. Oh, and I’m a photographer.”

Hickory, North Carolina is usually a quiet town. Mountains surrounding, hellish accents like fingernails on a chalkboard, bluegrass playing softly through the valleys, horrific rape. The typical country lifestyle.

Keith Alan Campbell is the atypical countryman. No mullet on his shiny, bald head, over 50 percent of his teeth remaining in his face, and the reflection of fear in his glasses as he carefully carves with his knife. Slice, slice.

Keith Alan Campbell is 41 years old. He lived in a small mobile home in Hickory, North Carolina. And now he’s one of those heart-pounding yellow dots that pop up when you search for sexual predators on Family Watchdog. Why is this, you may ask? The answer can be found around 11:30 Monday night in the Campbell household. But here’s some back-story:

Somehow, some way, this Pillsbury-esque demon managed to wrangle a woman away from the redneck society and claim her as his own. Her name? Nobody knows but Keith himself.

TUCSON MAN ACQUITTED OF 1ST DEGREE MURDER IN STARVING DEATH OF NEWBORN
excerpts of an article by Kim Smith – The Arizona Daily Star

A Tucson man accused of starving his newborn baby to death was acquitted of first-degree murder Thursday and was convicted of reckless child abuse, a probation-eligible offense.

Scott Sullivan’s daughter, Kimberlie, was born on July 14, 2008, weighing 7 pounds, 12 ounces and died Aug. 30, 2008, weighing 5 pounds, 7 ounces.

Her mother, Terri Sullivan, 27, pleaded guilty to child abuse and first-degree murder and is now serving a life sentence with parole possible after 25 years.

The jury found that Sullivan’s wife was responsible for the child’s death.

Defense attorney Dan Cooper said he told jurors the evidence showed Scott Sullivan, 28, was oblivious to Kimberlie’s declining health because he was rarely home and when he was, he was exhausted.