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.

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.

Love irony? There’s some irony at the bottom of this article. Enjoy.

In early 1991, Frank Snyder, nearing 30 years old, was a married college student majoring in sociology at the state university in Sacramento. By all outside appearances, he was a pretty nice compassionate guy too, volunteering as a suicide prevention hotline counselor.

Now enter Benjamin Carlson into the picture. In 1991, Mr. Carlson was 52 and recently separated from his own wife. He became a customer of the suicide prevention hotline, reaching out for help while struggling with depression and loneliness over the holidays.

Jennifer Daugherty may have looked like a 30 years old woman, but because of of some flaw in her brain, she acted more like a 12 year old girl. Like a lot of people with this particular type of mental retardation, she also had a very naive view of the world. According to her sister, Joy Berkholder, Jennifer’s mental disability made her vulnerable:

“She trusted anybody. If you met her today, she was your friend for her life.

And if you had a friend, they would be her friend as well. She trusted everybody, she believed everybody was good and that nobody would hurt her.”

Jennifer’s stepfather, Robert Murphy, echoed Joy’s words;

“Jennifer was just a gentle, laid-back person. There wasn’t a mean bone in her body.”

This stunning example on Caucasian manhood pictured to the left goes by the name of Paul Warner Powell. Considering that I’m about to tell you all about what Paulie did to two young teenaged girls on the afternoon of on January 29th, 1999, you can safely assume that he is a pretty evil son of a bitch. And you’d be right.

But what makes Paul Warner Powell stand out from all the other scumbags that get written up here on PYSIH? Well, Paul Powell is incredibly stupid. I’m not just talking two plus two equals five stupid here, I’m talking stuck his hand in the lawnmower, shot himself while cleaning his gun, Darwin Award winning stupid.

This is 24-year-old Jermaine Ruiz.

Jermaine Ruiz is that not-so-rare kind of man that women just seem to go gaga over. Jermaine has those good looks, that casual charisma, that jealous nature and the crazy behavior that women line up around the block for in order to mate with.

Good ol’ Jermaine was known around his neighborhood as someone who would exhibit wild mood swings, often coming into local stores with an attitude that could be described as, “Not nice.”

According to a local deli worker:

Sometimes he came in a little crazy. Sometimes he comes in nice and sometimes not nice. When he wasn’t nice, he’d boss us around. He comes in like, ‘I want something! I want this!’

This is 29-year-old Walter Z. Speller III.

There’s something to be said for the natural human inclination to find patterns in everything.

The urgency in the human mind to recognize situations or items, to classify and sort those things and to create some kind of identifiable and predictable pattern – well that’s a drive among many higher thinkers.

Recognizing patterns in human behavior is a large part of law enforcement. By keeping records of misbehavior, we can extrapolate likely future scenarios based on previous behaviors.

Here’s an easy example of the ability to extrapolate future behavior possibilities:

If you put Walter Z. Speller III out in the wild, if you put Walter Speller where he can get his hands on a baby or small child – if you give him a chance – he will seriously fuck that child up.