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given her a fatal illness, but her daughter was also suffering from venereal disease, which Theresa Knorr was in danger of catching if she did not take certain preventive measures.
Just after the police surveillance of the house ended, Theresa Knorr decided to ban Suesan from sharing the same toilet with the rest of the family for fear of getting VD from her. Unlike the house at Bellingham, there was only one toilet in their new home.
Suesan continued to be handcuffed to her bed each night. Theresa Knorr tended to make the manacles doubly tight on evenings when there was a full moon, according to the other children.
Gradually, the energy and health that Suesan had battled so bravely to regain following that shooting the previous year was being drained out of her body. Theresa Knorr seemed to take a perverse delight in watching her daughter slowly disintegrate in front of her very eyes. The move to Auburn Boulevard was in effect the final nail in Suesan Knorr’s coffin …
One night, Theresa Knorr made Suesan stand with her back to her in the tiny kitchen. Suesan was so sick with fever by this stage that she was virtually a walking zombie, too weak to argue with anybody about anything.
Theresa Knorr allegedly picked up a pair of scissors and aimed them at her daughter’s back as if she were about to throw a dart into a board. The scissors embedded at least an inch into their target. Suesan stood there in silence, and Theresa looked admiringly at her handiwork. A few moments later she pulled them out of her daughter’s back without a word, treated the wound with gauze padding, and then ordered her to her bedroom, where she was handcuffed and blindfolded once more. Naturally, there would be no calls to doctors. No professional medical advice. Theresa Knorr would take care of it all. And no one ever dared ask her what the sick and twisted reason behind that attack had been.
It was exactly the same story a few weeks later when she stood on Suesan’s neck as punishment for some sin or other. Youngest sister Terry watched as Suesan—convulsing on the floor—was crushed underfoot by Theresa Knorr’s enormous frame.
Susan Sullivan—who lived in the apartment block attached to the Knorr house—took pity on young Terry and regularly let her come to her apartment to watch television.
But two incidents occurred that sparked some problems. The first was when Terry visited Susan’s apartment one day, and a few hours later Susan Sullivan noticed a pair of earrings missing.
She went to speak to Theresa Knorr about the missing items, and shortly afterward Theresa came back up to Susan’s apartment and gave her another pair of earrings, which clearly implied that the others had been stolen by Terry.
But Susan Sullivan was even more concerned when the attractive teenager started flirting with a male friend of hers, who was eighty years old.
“She started to get real over-chummy with this guy. It got to the point where I started to say ‘hold on there young lady.’” explained Susan.
“I decided there and then I did not want her around anymore. I did not trust her. Maybe it was the lack of a father around the house that made her so overfriendly with my guy. But she kept brushing against him, smiling at him real seductively and flirting with him the whole time. In the end I just gave her and the rest of the family the cold shoulder.”
A few miles away across town—on June 1, 1984—Theresa Knorr’s oldest son, Howard, married live-in lover Connie, but sadly, they were not destined to live happily ever after. Their relationship was in trouble even before the wedding.
Connie believes her marriage to Howard was ruined by his mother’s influence because he attempted to exert the same type of control over her. Connie says she suffered numerous beatings at the hands of her abusive ex-husband. He even spent a year in jail for one attack in the late 1980s.
Connie filed a list of incidents with spousal abuse agencies in
Just after the police surveillance of the house ended, Theresa Knorr decided to ban Suesan from sharing the same toilet with the rest of the family for fear of getting VD from her. Unlike the house at Bellingham, there was only one toilet in their new home.
Suesan continued to be handcuffed to her bed each night. Theresa Knorr tended to make the manacles doubly tight on evenings when there was a full moon, according to the other children.
Gradually, the energy and health that Suesan had battled so bravely to regain following that shooting the previous year was being drained out of her body. Theresa Knorr seemed to take a perverse delight in watching her daughter slowly disintegrate in front of her very eyes. The move to Auburn Boulevard was in effect the final nail in Suesan Knorr’s coffin …
One night, Theresa Knorr made Suesan stand with her back to her in the tiny kitchen. Suesan was so sick with fever by this stage that she was virtually a walking zombie, too weak to argue with anybody about anything.
Theresa Knorr allegedly picked up a pair of scissors and aimed them at her daughter’s back as if she were about to throw a dart into a board. The scissors embedded at least an inch into their target. Suesan stood there in silence, and Theresa looked admiringly at her handiwork. A few moments later she pulled them out of her daughter’s back without a word, treated the wound with gauze padding, and then ordered her to her bedroom, where she was handcuffed and blindfolded once more. Naturally, there would be no calls to doctors. No professional medical advice. Theresa Knorr would take care of it all. And no one ever dared ask her what the sick and twisted reason behind that attack had been.
It was exactly the same story a few weeks later when she stood on Suesan’s neck as punishment for some sin or other. Youngest sister Terry watched as Suesan—convulsing on the floor—was crushed underfoot by Theresa Knorr’s enormous frame.
Susan Sullivan—who lived in the apartment block attached to the Knorr house—took pity on young Terry and regularly let her come to her apartment to watch television.
But two incidents occurred that sparked some problems. The first was when Terry visited Susan’s apartment one day, and a few hours later Susan Sullivan noticed a pair of earrings missing.
She went to speak to Theresa Knorr about the missing items, and shortly afterward Theresa came back up to Susan’s apartment and gave her another pair of earrings, which clearly implied that the others had been stolen by Terry.
But Susan Sullivan was even more concerned when the attractive teenager started flirting with a male friend of hers, who was eighty years old.
“She started to get real over-chummy with this guy. It got to the point where I started to say ‘hold on there young lady.’” explained Susan.
“I decided there and then I did not want her around anymore. I did not trust her. Maybe it was the lack of a father around the house that made her so overfriendly with my guy. But she kept brushing against him, smiling at him real seductively and flirting with him the whole time. In the end I just gave her and the rest of the family the cold shoulder.”
A few miles away across town—on June 1, 1984—Theresa Knorr’s oldest son, Howard, married live-in lover Connie, but sadly, they were not destined to live happily ever after. Their relationship was in trouble even before the wedding.
Connie believes her marriage to Howard was ruined by his mother’s influence because he attempted to exert the same type of control over her. Connie says she suffered numerous beatings at the hands of her abusive ex-husband. He even spent a year in jail for one attack in the late 1980s.
Connie filed a list of incidents with spousal abuse agencies in
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