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October, 2002
October
1, 2002
Viktor Ardisson was born in 1872 and, at the age of twenty-eight, after having
pursued perverse activities for more than nine years, was caught and convicted
when his neighbors complained to the police of a terrible stench emanating
from his house. The source of this odor turned out to be the cadaver of a
three-and-a-half-year-old girl that Ardisson had brought home from the graveyard
a week before and (until the body had reached such an advanced state of decay
that he "no longer ventured to touch it") performed cunnilingus
on it, believing, in the words of the physician who examined him, that "this
sort of caress could wake the dead." (Deviant)
October
2, 2002
A 26-year-old man in Madison, Wisconsin was in critical condition Monday (9/30/02)
after he was badly burned while trying to rid himself of head lice. The man
rented a room at a motel Saturday night and doused a towel with rubbing alcohol
to get rid of the lice. He put the towel on his head, lit a cigarette and
immediately became engulfed in flames. Police said the man was being treated
at University Hospital for second and third-degree burns over about 50 percent
of his body. His name was not released. Bystanders put out the fire. (The
Associated Press and generously donated by Clare L. Martin)
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Mary ponders: "Bystanders in a motel room? Hmmm.... The story did check out though. I know what you mean about motel rooms. Either 60 Minutes or 48 Hours once did an 'undercovers' investigation - get it - lol. Sorry. Anyway, after interviewing a number of maids - anonymously - they discovered that maids don't always change the sheets at all. Sometimes they just brush 'em off if they think they can get away with it. They are required to get so many rooms done in a certain time frame and if they get behind they start cutting corners. I can't help but think of that everytime I have to stay in a motel. Who knows, that poor guy may have gotten lice in a motel room in the 1st place. Next time, byopc - bring your own pillow case. 'Shudder' is right!!!" |
October
3, 2002
Indonesian maid Kusmirah Mujadi knew that life with Jennicia Chow Yen Ping
was going to be tough when she suffered her first beating just three days
into the job. But the 19-year-old never expected to be running away seven
months later with a bloody trail on her T-shirt marking where Chow had bitten
her excruciatingly hard on the nipple the night before. Miss Kusmirah also
left the Woodlands Circle flat on that pre-dawn morning with angry keloid
scars on her arms and a host of other permanent reminders of the cuts, burns
and beatings meted out by Chow during the seven unhappy months spent in her
employment. A more humiliating reminder would come days later when her nipple
fell off because it was so damaged from Chow's repeated bitings. Speaking
to The Straits Times yesterday, Miss Kusmirah, now 20, recalled how her nightmare
started soon after she began work on March 11, 2001. 'She scolded and beat
me from the start. I didn't know why she did it, even though I kept saying
sorry. I thought maybe she was insane,' Miss Kusmirah said, in a mixture of
Malay and English. Chow, who lived in the flat with her insurance agent husband
and three-year-old daughter, would frequently abuse Miss Kusmirah for not
doing her work properly. The 30-year-old used a cane, a knife, a hot oven
rack, boiling water, scissors and the back of a chopper to carry out her cruelty.
She could not escape because Chow locked her inside the flat when she went
to work. During the Mooncake Festival in September, Chow got angry when Miss
Kusmirah did not cut the mooncake properly. Said Miss Kusmirah, who is well-endowed
in spite of her slight frame: 'She told me that since I had cut the mooncake
wrongly, she could not eat the mooncake and she had better eat my breast.'
She dared not fight back as Chow was brandishing a knife, threatening to cut
her nipple off. That was the first time Chow bit Miss Kusmirah's breasts.
After that, it happened regularly. Chow would sometimes bite Miss Kusmirah's
breasts through her T-shirt; sometimes she would lift up her shirt and bra
so she could bite her bare skin. Chow's husband was never around to witness
this bizarre behaviour. She took her solitary chance to flee at 5.50 am on
Oct 18, 2001 when she saw the house key lying on the table. The family was
sleeping. Chow, said to have been chronically depressed, was on Monday sentenced
to five years in jail, for what was described as the worst case of maid abuse
seen here. (The
Straits Times and generously donated by N Fleury)
October
9, 2002
Days after embarking on a desperate 1,000-mile bus journey to find his father,
a 62-pound teen-ager who was found wandering a Florida town has died. Chester
Lee Miller, 18, died Wednesday, four days after he walked up to a woman's
door in a Florida town and asked for help. Authorities said he was being starved
by his mother and stepfather. Miller's mother and stepfather, Lyda Miller,
37, and Paul Hoffman Sr., 38, were charged Tuesday with aggravated assault
and recklessly endangering another person. Investigators plan to upgrade the
charges to homicide within a week. Prosecutors said the boy's mother and stepfather
confined him to one room, beat him every day, fed him only scraps and didn't
let him out of the house to go to school or see friends. The 5-foot-3 teen
told police his stepfather in Hazleton, Pa., had put him on a bus to Florida
and told him to go look for his real dad. Janice Goodman said the boy arrived
Saturday on her doorstep in Milton, Fla. He was barely able to stand and had
sunken eyes, she said. She said he had been turned away from the home of an
uncle in the nearby town of Bagdad. "He looked like a Holocaust victim,"
she said. "I felt worried for his safety. I felt as though he was going
to die right there." (The Associated Press, donated by Katchaya)
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Ogre112276 adds: "It was just reported that the boys step-father went and had his bail reduced from $500,000 to $100,000. Guess he's gonna get off *lite* on this one. I didn't hear anything about the boys mother, so maybe she's the *heavy*. The only morbid place that I could think of, is the house in Pittston that was possesed by ghosts. I know they made a movie about it, but I just can't think of it right now. I know of an old slaughterhouse in Exeter (about 10 minutes away) but it's really nothing, now. A few years ago we found some cow bones, and an old slug gun, but the kids basically raped it of everything good. " |
October
13, 2002
After the English courtier Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) was beheaded, his
wife, Elizabeth Throgmorton, had his body buried but his head embalmed and
placed in a red leather bag which she kept by her side for the remaining 29
years of her life. Their son, Carew, took great care of his father's head
until he died in 1666, when it was buried with him in his father's grave.
In 1680, Raleigh's head was again parted from his body when Carew was exhumed
and reburied - with his father's head - in West Horsley, Surrey. (The Book
Of Lists)
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James
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October
14, 2002
In Pennsylvania in July 1991, the press reported a case of a very determined
gent who, having failed to kill himself by crashing his car, climbed out of
the wreck and went door to door around the local houses asking for matches.
He then returned to his vehicle, set fire to it, and died as a result of smoke
inhalation and carbon monoxide poisoning. (Car
Crash Culture)
October
15, 2002
For millions of teens, summer is about more than making tracks to the beach.
It's when they flood the job market, exposing themselves to the rewards of
the workplace - and its dangers. The first thing on their mind is money. The
last thing may be safety. More than 500 teenagers are injured at work every
day on average. About one is killed every five days. And some companies are
not doing enough to tell teens how to stay safe or to keep them out of harm's
way. Brad Hurtig, a 17-year-old football star, was a few hours into his first
shift at an Ohio metal stamping company last month when he got his hands caught
in a power press. Both had to be amputated. Adam Carey had worked at a country
club north of Boston for barely a month when the golf cart he was driving
slammed into a wooden deck, crushing his chest. At 16, too young to be driving
even a golf cart under Massachusetts law, Carey was one of 73 teens killed
on the job in 2000. At a fast-food restaurant near Youngstown, Ohio, a teen
was burned after the boss insisted he dump the contents of a deep fryer into
a plastic bucket, a state official said. The bucket melted, releasing hot
grease that melted the boy's shoes and caused him to fall into it. (The
Associated Press, donated by: Jeremy M.)
October
17, 2002
Kelli Pratt wanted her feeble 65-year-old husband to have sex with her the
night of Oct. 7. When Arthur Pratt refused police said, his 45-year-old wife
held him down and bit him repeatedly during a savage attack that ultimately
killed him. Arthur, whose skin was riddled with more than 20 deep tooth marks,
died Sunday (10/13/02) at Doctors Memorial Center in Modesto -- six days after
the attack. Dr. Jennifer Rulon, a Stanislaus County forensic pathologist,
believes that the case will be ruled a homicide and that the bites are the
likely cause of death. "He was able to dial 911 that night," Carter
said. "We have a tape recording of him screaming while she was biting
him. When officers arrived, he was screaming that he'd been assaulted. She
fought with the officers and tried to bite them, too." Arthur Pratt,
who had been released from a hospital several days before the attack, suffered
from diabetes, heart and circulation problems, and other health issues. While
those ailments weakened his system, apparently they are not what killed him.
An official ruling will have to await toxicology tests. Those tests, which
are not expected back for at least several weeks, could reveal additional
details about Pratt's death, such as whether the bites caused an infection
that proved fatal. Kelli Pratt was booked the night of the attack on charges
of elder abuse, domestic violence and assault on a police officer. A homicide
charge is pending the toxicology results. (The
Modesto Bee, donated by: Bruce Townley)
DB adds additional
details: "Your source likely missed some interesting points about the
woman who bit her husband to death. This from todays (10/18) SF Chronicle,
online at SFGATE.COM: 'The attack was all the more remarkable considering
that Kelli Pratt has multiple sclerosis and sometimes uses a wheelchair, the
sergeant added. 'We made a videotape of her afterward, because it was a domestic
violence case, and she refused to wash up, so she basically looks like a vampire
with blood all over her face and teeth,' Carter said. 'She still had other
things in her teeth, too -- flesh, chunks of it, while we filmed.'
October
20, 2002
A Noblesville, Indiana man -- mistaken for a Halloween decoration by motorists
after he apparently hanged himself from a tree -- has died. Bryon Tharp, 42,
died Wednesday at Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis when doctors unhooked
a life-support machine. Noblesville police said he apparently hung himself
about 7 p.m. Tuesday from a tree in the front yard of his home at 1241 Cherry
St. There were no signs of foul play. A neighbor walking by the yard discovered
Tharp with a television cable wrapped around his neck. Passing motorists apparently
did not realize he was hanging from the tree. "Hanging in a tree like
that, people thought it was a Halloween prank and didn't think anything about
it," said Cpl. Edie Kesee. "(The passer-by) thought it looked too
real and saw some movement." When police arrived, Tharp had a heartbeat,
but was not breathing. Police tried cardiopulmonary resuscitation to revive
Tharp before emergency workers took him to the hospital. Authorities said
Tharp had tried to kill himself earlier Tuesday, but a relative stopped him.
Family members said Tharp had not worked in several years because he suffered
neck and back injuries in a work-related accident. He had worked as a handyman
and painter. His mother, Rosemary Davis of Noblesville, said her son had been
"happy-go-lucky" until the injury. His wife later died of lung cancer.
(The
Indy Star, generously donated by Saaxton)
October
22, 2002
On November 28, 1992, Greg Austin Gingrich, age 38, visited the South Rim
of the Grand Canyon with his family and friends. They strolled along the Rim
Trail between the Visitor Center and El Tovar. The group separated here with
plans to meet back at their cars in the parking lot. Gingrich and his young
daughter ended up walking back last. Playing around to tease his daughter,
Gingrich jumped atop the rock wall separating terra firma from the abyss.
He paused precariously and dramatically atop the wall. Then, facing his daughter
on the path, he wind-milled his arms comically and said, "Help, I'm falling..."
Then he jumped off backwards, toward the Canyon. His daughter said something
like, "Oh, Dad," in impatience at her father's clowning. She continued
back to the parking lot, expecting her father to pop up somewhere along the
path, but he was the only member of the party who never appeared. Search and
rescue workers were able to locate his body after nightfall, about 400 feet
below where he had been clowning on the wall. The morning after Gingrich's
disappearance, rangers inspected the section of wall where he had vanished.
The Canyon side of the wall was not an immediate drop-off but instead a ledge
and then a talus slope that one could walk on, if one were very careful. Scuff
signs on the slope revealed that when Greg Gingrich had dropped off the wall
backwards while facing his daughter, he had tried to land on that 3-4' wide
ledge below the base of the wall. The scuff marks suggested that he had immediately
lost his footing on contact here and had somersaulted backwards and out of
control down the talus before launching off the 400-foot cliff. (Over
the Edge: Death in Grand Canyon)
October
23, 2002
In the 18th century, infanticide was practiced frequently as a way of the
poor ridding themselves of children they could not afford to support. Most
cases of what the law might have considered negligent or deliberate infanticide
were passed off as accidents (such as druggings or starvation). In the 18th
century it was not uncommon to see the corpses of infants lying in the streets
or on the dunghills of London and other large cities. Eventually Parliament
decided to intervene and set up foundling hospitals with various systems for
collecting unwanted infants without risk to the donor. On the Continent, infants
were passed through revolving boxes set in the walls of foundling hospitals.
However, government was not capable of sustaining the cost of rearing children
to adulthood, and foundling hospitals became de facto slaughterhouses whose
prime function was to authenticate the state's claim to a monopoly over the
right to kill. Between 1753 and 1760 there were 15,000 admissions to London's
first foundling hospital; of those admitted, only 4,400 survived to adolescence.
Additional thousands of foundlings continued to be destroyed by wet nurses
employed by parish workhouses. In order to economize, parish officers assigned
the infants to women who were nicknamed "killing nurses" or "she-butchers"
because "no child ever escaped their care alive." Between 80 and
90 percent of the children in these institutions died during their first year
of life. (Cannibals And Kings: The Origins Of Cultures, donated by:
Dan S.)
October
25, 2002
It began as a mere flicker of light at disc jockey Mervyn Reyes's feet around
11:35 p.m. Alexander Taguibao, who happened to be watching the DJ's booth,
assumed the flash was part of the Ozone Disco Pub's light show of strobes
and twirling spots. But in the next instant, the spark climbed to the ceiling
-- and the structure was suddenly ablaze. "A girl shouted 'Fire!',"
recalls Mike Planas, another patron. "There was pandemonium. Everyone
was pushing and shouting." An explosion ripped through the room, the
lights went out and the ceiling collapsed. Before the last embers stopped
smoldering, at least 150 people -- many teenagers celebrating graduation from
high school -- had died. More than 100 others were badly burned. Scores were
missing. The March 18, 1996 tragedy was the Philippines' deadliest fire in
50 years. How did so many die so quickly? The popular Ozone, with its 50-square
meter dance floor, had a permit for 50 patrons. But it had about 40 employees,
and its logbook showed 350 people had gone in and out the night of the fire.
The customers rushed for the lone, wooden front door, which would not open
-- some witnesses later claimed the guard had locked it. The crush of bodies
tore the door off its hinges. "It fell on me," recounts patron Arnold
Tadero. He may have been lucky. Recalls Planas, who is a member of Quezon
City's local council: "When the door was opened, there was a backdraft,
creating a fireball that burned everyone in its path." Firefighters arrived
at 12:05 a.m., a full half hour after the blaze started, and fought the fire
for 52 minutes. They were met by bodies piled three and four deep near the
door. Investigators say faulty or overloaded wiring may have caused the blaze,
which spread quickly because the inside walls of the disco were made of combustible
soundproofing materials. (Asia
Week.Com and was generously donated by -Z-)
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Chris adds: "That wasn't the first time an incident like this has happened. It's pretty typical for an amputee of the local native population (the Maori) to request the return of a limb after its removal for religious reasons. After an operation like this there's a ceremony to be performed by a tribal elder and the amputee, in order to lift a tapu (sacred prohibition). Only afterwards can the limb be disposed of appropriately. "A number of years back (more than a decade, if I'm remembering it correctly) one amputee decided that 'appropriate' disposal meant abandoning her leg on a river bank for some local kids to find! The leg wasn't preserved in any way, so by that point it was decidedly less than fresh. It was investigated as a possible murder until the owner of the appendage read about it in the newspapers and stepped forward to reassure the police she was still alive. "Improper disposal of a body is a crime in this country. I like to imagine a police sergeant struggling to keep a straight face while informing the woman that she was being charged with improper disposal of her OWN body, although I'm not certain she was actually charged with anything. "I wish I could find an article or reference to back up my story, but this was before newspapers started archiving their stories on the internet, so you have only my good word as evidence." |
October
27, 2002
On October 8, 1871, the most devastating forest fire in American history swept
through Northeast Wisconsin, claiming 1200 lives. The anniversary of the Peshtigo
Fire usually receives little note outside the region because another horrific
fire the same night -- the great Chicago Fire -- still seems to hog the headlines.
The story of the Peshtigo Fire, gleaned from survivor accounts and conjecture,
is that railroad workers clearing land for tracks that Sunday evening started
a brush fire which, somehow, became an inferno. It had been an unusually dry
summer, and the fire moved fast. Some survivors said it moved so fast it was
"like a tornado." The sudden, convulsive speed of the flames consumed
available oxygen. Some trying to flee burst into flames. It scorched 1.2 million
acres, although it skipped over Green Bay to burn parts of Door and Kewaunee
counties. The damage estimate was at $169 million, about the same as for the
Chicago Fire. The fire also burned 16 other towns, but the damage in Peshtigo
was the worst. The city was gone in an hour. In Peshtigo alone, 800 lives
were lost. "What most researchers find so fascinating is the effect it
(the Peshtigo Fire) had on people's lives. It was so horrific," Anderson
said. "Some people thought it was the end of the world." There's
a story of a man carrying a woman to safety he thought was his wife. When
he found out it wasn't her, he went crazy. People said the Peshtigo River
was the only haven from the fire, and one 13 year-old German immigrant girl
said she held onto the horn of a cow all night in the river to survive. (The
National Weather Service Forecast Office , generously donated by Elizabeth)
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Follow-Up
from Tim (10/28/02): |