Daves Story
By Keith Jesperson
Introduction
We all run to see just what happened to the person included in an accident or in a crime. In fact, crime fascinates us into reading all about it.
In 1995, I put together the "Self Start Serial Killer Kit" and in 1996, it was posted on the world wide web by a fanatic groupie that follows killers like me and becomes emotionally involved with them. Since its release on the open market to millions of viewers, I have been contacted from time to time and asked to school them into the world of serial murder.
Now I know there are those people who just want my inner thoughts so they can write their own book or paper on the subject. And then there are those people who are "dead serious" on becoming multiple murderers, and have no idea how to go about it. So they ask me for directions. I have heard all of the excuses and stories on why they want to do what I have done. By going through certain guidelines and paying for my advice, I have guided them along to become serial killers themselves. One recently arrested serial killer, that was trained, schooled, and guided by me, is the "Internet Killer," John Robinson in Kansas. When the whole story comes out, the ties in his cases will be linked to me - with the proper documentation.
Another person ordered my "killer kit" and in the last four years I've helped to turn him into one of America's worst serial murderers. If only the authorities can pin any evidence on him. The perfect schooling has made him do every murder perfectly. And I'm confident enough to point the police in his direction, so they can check him out to just see if my schooling, and his listening to detail was perfect. If it has worked to produce the perfect murders, then the police will not find a single thing to link him to those murders, and will even go as far as to blame the murders on someone else.
Here is his story.
Dave wrote me in early 1996, and requested information on how to kill someone, and how to get away with it. I told him money talks and bullshit walks. So to prove his interest in the truth, he sent me two hundred and fifty dollars to get from me the much needed information. He even wanted to visit me here in Oregon. So he sent me his Social Security number and his address in Albion, Pennsylvania.
Someone very close to him needed to die. But because she was so close(his wife Barbara), he would become the prime suspect. I explained to him that in order to get away with one murder so close, he would have to make her murder appear to be just one in a long line of serial murders, where a common denominator was something other than him.
First of all, Dave was a coward and a whimp. He had no great strengths, but thought that he was some great white hunter, and bragged about his killings of deer and other animals with his gun. But few people go to prison for shooting a defenseless deer or ground squirrels. Killing animals does help to desensitize ones mind to the feelings of others, and can be used to being a sort of stepping stone to killing people. Especially if one tends to torture and make the deaths of these animals last longer and longer and causes them to cry out in pain. So I told Dave to shoot his deer in the shoulder blade area and let them scream like a rabbit cries.
To build up Dave's confidence, he needed to seek out a victim and simply attack them and leave them in enough pain that they do turn to telling the police about the attacks. But the attacks had to be perfect! Strangers in dark alleys. In and out, and no evidence to follow so it will show Dave that he will not get caught. And it would show Dave the power of fear. The fear of being found out, and the power of being so paranoid of everyone that it kept him from sleep. Only to finally realize it was all for nothing. No one knew anything. No one except himself.
To get over the self guilt, paranoia, and feelings that the police knew he was guilty without evidence is the first big step. Dave attacked a drunk, nearly killed him, and sweated it out for two months before he assaulted two more on the same night. He wrote back to explain the power he felt as he beat them into oblivion, and I felt it too! He was developing into a person in contol of the area he wanted to be in. He isn't an overwhelming type that demanded respect at first glance. But with all of the confidence he now had, he was more boldly presenting himself as someone to be reckoned with. His presence was now known. Maybe too cocky!
There came a time to graduate into murder. To go the extra mile, to start taking it the full distance, in making sure his victims were dead. But, I explained to him, you don't shit in your own nest! You kill people outside of your own home area. So the police will not look for you in your home. I don't think Dave heard me. Dave made a trip down to see a friend of his in Columbus, Mississippi in late June 1996. While he visited him, he checked out the residents of the area, and on July 8th he decided to kill an old retired farmer named Fowler. The following day he left town, so he wouldn't be around town to be investigated, and so he wouldn't be tempted into showing his face around the crime scene and see the devastation of his actions. He killed the 78 year old farmer by stabbing him to death with a knife. The blood was everywhere, and he had to lose his blood soaked clothes.
The noise from a gun shot draws attention. Burning your victims brings the fire department. Using a knife is a bloody mess. Blood gives up too many clues. A real killer should only use his bare hands to murder someone. A broken neck or by strangulation is the best. Beating someone to death, leaves marks that can be indentified later. Killing a person close to where a friend lives is the same as doing it in your backyard.
Back in Albion, Pennsylvania, he wrote me and told me of the crime, his visit, and even sent me newspaper clippings that his friend had sent to him at his request. I became angry at Dave for involving a friend. Friends turn into snitches real easy. He needed to learn to act completely on his own. Not to involve anyone else. What I told Dave frightened him, and he decided to lay low, at my advice.
The following year, Dave went back to Columbus, Mississippi in October and November. The lateness of the year was to offset the time schedule of not having the murders fall in the same time periods, to keep the investigators guessing. On November 2nd, 1997, he murdered Mr. Wilbanks. Another older man in the community, just like Fowler. Strangulation was the way. How he felt the life slip out of his fingertips. No robbery to point a finger at. No keepsakes to have to remember the death by. Just the memories of how easy it really was. And this time, he sat and read the paper with his friend and later bought his own paper to get the news clippings, when he got home to Albion. He had done it! Murder was easy! Murder was safe. He had now killed two men and nobody suspected him. Even his letters to me were not telling me he had done them. Dave only used the articles to hint on what it would be like.
I dreamed of murdering people as I looked out of my cell bars.
Now the thoughts of killing his wife were forever on his mind. I told him that women die harder than men. Men simply give up or cry for their lives. They want to live one more day, to be able to fuck one more time. But women try to play us for fools. They get into our minds, and run their sexuality down our throats. They really believe they can control us, even if it kills them. Using their sexual charms to enchant us into believing they can be trusted to say nothing if we let them go. So before he kills Barbara, he needs to experiment on torture and pain on strangers that are women. Women who he has felt nothing for. So to build up his tolerances against a woman that can control his heart.
So in November 1998, he returned to the killing fields in Columbus, Mississippi and his killing frenzy catapulted into high gear. On November 13th, he murdered xxx and on the 20th he attacked 80 year old Mrs. Randall with his tormenting games of death. First hogtying her with electric cords, and then played with her till she died. "Women were fun," he wrote me. "There was more to be done to them and they made murder enjoyable." So he decided to kill one more before he left town. On the 27th, he hogtied Betty Everett, and the 68 year old suffered the type of death he was hoping to play out on his wife, Barbara.
Arriving at home, he sent me the news articles and asked me questions of who could do such a thing - knowing full well he was the person responsible for doing it. He had now murdered five people. He had one glitch in 1996 just after his first murder. He started drinking, and was busted for driving while intoxicated on October 5th in Edinburg, Pennsylvania. He was losing it, but being busted for drunk driving in his Ford Bronco proved that the police had no idea that Dave had murdered anyone. It was great that he had this confrontation. It was a great confidence builder knowing the police had no clue, and that he had gotten away with it scott-free.
He quit killing old people in Mississippi and has moved on. He has traveled across this country and has copy-catted several other cases in the news. Just to keep his feelings of power in doing murder alive. So far, his skills at murdering others has stayed off any attempts on his own wife's life. In fact, his sexual desires are now being met by the prostitutes he picks up and murders in New York, Seattle, and Tacoma. He even wrote me about being somehow involved in the serial murders in Spokane, Washington. But I find that hard to believe. The murderer has been caught, and all of the evidence pointed to that murderer. He acts like he now craves attention, as he hopes to draw attention to himself, just to prove they cannot link him to any murder.
...and in conclusion
Murder is a strange game. What good is the act of pulling off the perfect crime, if you cannot share the adventure with someone else? Who then will believe you even did it, if you have made it so they cannot prove you did? But if you could convince someone that you did it, then you'd have to kill that person to keep your secret a secret. There are times that he wants the news people to look into him to see that he has gotten away with the perfect crime. Once, he wrote WCBR-Television, just to tell their reporter that he was still active and doing it someplace else. Dave even told the reporter to ask me the details of how he could get away with it.
And yes, I have been contacted by the reporter and asked if I knew who killed those people. I told him wild stories and didn't point at Dave in Pennsylvania. I will never point to those who can be prosecuted for murder. Dave's not here! You and no one can prove Dave did any such crime. It was perfect! Ask Dave yourself. But then again, can Dave be found. Certainly, not on the world wide web!
