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Authors: Bill Wallace
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dispose of them somehow during the arrest. Another knife was found hidden behind a toilet cistern at the police station where he had placed it the previous day.
When he was stripped they also found the uniform of his trade. Under his trousers he wore a v-neck sweater, the sleeves covering his legs and the space for the neck exposing his genitals. There was padding at his knees to make it easier for him when he knelt over his victims’ bodies to mutilate them. Two days later he confessed to being the Ripper and detailed his many attacks. He would later say that God had told him to kill.
It was over for the women of Leeds, Bradford and Manchester, but, sentenced to life, it was just the beginning for Peter Sutcliffe.
Dennis Nilsen
It was 8 February 1983 and there was a problem with the drains at 23 Cranley Gardens in the Muswell Hill area of north London. The tenants of the flats, into which the large house was divided, had been having trouble flushing their toilets for the last few days but when a plumber was called he was unable to resolve the situation. A drains specialist was summoned and he arrived that evening. He went straight to the manhole cover over the drains but when he lifted the cover he was almost overcome by the stench that emerged from within. He thought it smelled like decomposing flesh, a suspicion confirmed when he climbed down a few steps and saw what appeared to be piles of rotting white meat. Horrified, his first thought was that this was human flesh.
He returned next day with a supervisor but discovered that most of the material had been cleared from the drain. A tenant mentioned to them that she had heard constant footsteps during the night as a neighbour who lived above her had continually gone up and down the stairs. When they asked her who lived there, she told them he was a quiet thirty-seven-year-old Scottish civil servant by the name of Dennis Nilsen.
The police were called and a more thorough investigation of the drain was undertaken. They found a small six-inch square piece of flesh and some material that resembled the bones of human fingers.
That night when he came home from work at the Jobcentre in Kentish Town, a detective was waiting in the hall for Dennis Nilsen. He asked him if he knew anything about the drains and Nilsen replied by asking him upstairs to his flat. As they entered the flat, the stink of decomposing flesh was almost unbearable. The policeman asked him where the remainder of the body was, at which Nilsen calmly pointed to a cupboard and told him it was in there in a couple of plastic bags. Nilsen was arrested.
In the car taking him to the police station, the detective asked if the remains belonged to one body or two. Nilsen calmly replied that there had been fifteen or sixteen in total, three at Cranley Gardens and the remainder at the house he had lived in until the autumn of 1981, 195 Melrose Avenue in Cricklewood.
In the quiet suburbs of London, a mass murderer had quietly been indulging his obsession for killing young men and then keeping their bodies around for a while. Just for the company.
Dennis Nilsen was born at Fraserburgh on Scotland’s northeast coast in 1945, his father a Norwegian soldier who was frequently drunk. His mother divorced the Norwegian when Dennis was seven and remarried. Dennis, however, formed a close attachment to his grandparents, especially his grandfather. But when his grandfather died, seven-year-old Dennis underwent a traumatic experience that possibly contributed to the direction his life would take. His mother took him in to the bedroom to see the corpse. He has, himself, admitted that it was at that point that his troubles began. According to Nilsen, he suffered a kind of emotional death with the loss of his grandfather. He became a desperate loner.
Having enlisted in the army in 1961 as a cook, in 1972 he changed uniform to that of a London policeman. He lasted only eleven months, however, and instead found
When he was stripped they also found the uniform of his trade. Under his trousers he wore a v-neck sweater, the sleeves covering his legs and the space for the neck exposing his genitals. There was padding at his knees to make it easier for him when he knelt over his victims’ bodies to mutilate them. Two days later he confessed to being the Ripper and detailed his many attacks. He would later say that God had told him to kill.
It was over for the women of Leeds, Bradford and Manchester, but, sentenced to life, it was just the beginning for Peter Sutcliffe.
Dennis Nilsen
It was 8 February 1983 and there was a problem with the drains at 23 Cranley Gardens in the Muswell Hill area of north London. The tenants of the flats, into which the large house was divided, had been having trouble flushing their toilets for the last few days but when a plumber was called he was unable to resolve the situation. A drains specialist was summoned and he arrived that evening. He went straight to the manhole cover over the drains but when he lifted the cover he was almost overcome by the stench that emerged from within. He thought it smelled like decomposing flesh, a suspicion confirmed when he climbed down a few steps and saw what appeared to be piles of rotting white meat. Horrified, his first thought was that this was human flesh.
He returned next day with a supervisor but discovered that most of the material had been cleared from the drain. A tenant mentioned to them that she had heard constant footsteps during the night as a neighbour who lived above her had continually gone up and down the stairs. When they asked her who lived there, she told them he was a quiet thirty-seven-year-old Scottish civil servant by the name of Dennis Nilsen.
The police were called and a more thorough investigation of the drain was undertaken. They found a small six-inch square piece of flesh and some material that resembled the bones of human fingers.
That night when he came home from work at the Jobcentre in Kentish Town, a detective was waiting in the hall for Dennis Nilsen. He asked him if he knew anything about the drains and Nilsen replied by asking him upstairs to his flat. As they entered the flat, the stink of decomposing flesh was almost unbearable. The policeman asked him where the remainder of the body was, at which Nilsen calmly pointed to a cupboard and told him it was in there in a couple of plastic bags. Nilsen was arrested.
In the car taking him to the police station, the detective asked if the remains belonged to one body or two. Nilsen calmly replied that there had been fifteen or sixteen in total, three at Cranley Gardens and the remainder at the house he had lived in until the autumn of 1981, 195 Melrose Avenue in Cricklewood.
In the quiet suburbs of London, a mass murderer had quietly been indulging his obsession for killing young men and then keeping their bodies around for a while. Just for the company.
Dennis Nilsen was born at Fraserburgh on Scotland’s northeast coast in 1945, his father a Norwegian soldier who was frequently drunk. His mother divorced the Norwegian when Dennis was seven and remarried. Dennis, however, formed a close attachment to his grandparents, especially his grandfather. But when his grandfather died, seven-year-old Dennis underwent a traumatic experience that possibly contributed to the direction his life would take. His mother took him in to the bedroom to see the corpse. He has, himself, admitted that it was at that point that his troubles began. According to Nilsen, he suffered a kind of emotional death with the loss of his grandfather. He became a desperate loner.
Having enlisted in the army in 1961 as a cook, in 1972 he changed uniform to that of a London policeman. He lasted only eleven months, however, and instead found
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