EP. 173 : MISSOURI - The KANSAS City Butcher: The Most Disturbing Serial Killer Story In American History (PT. 2)
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In last week's episode, we walked you through the life of Robert Brudella, a man who grew up in a religious household, one that was full of shame and isolation. During his teenage years, Bob realized he was gay, something that he was deeply ashamed of. He also had a hard time maintaining friendships or any kind of relationship, for that matter. Throughout the years of rejection, Bob grew to be very angry and resentful.

Then, when he was 16 years old, he would watch a movie that would change everything. It was called The Collector, a film about kidnapping and murder. This very film would go on to inspire his future crimes. But after getting kicked out of college, Bob would buy a house in Kansas City, Missouri. He was considered to be a pretty strange man in his community. He owned a shop called Bob's Bizarre Bazaar.

where he sold art and various oddities like human skulls. But despite his acquired taste, Bob was somewhat respected. He was even a chairman for his neighborhood crime prevention. But unbeknownst to everyone, Bob held a big secret. In his free time, he would go around the city and befriend vulnerable young men who were often sex workers or dependent on drugs.

And Bob would give them whatever they needed in life, whether that be a place to stay, money, or substances. But Bob didn't do this because he had a good heart. In reality, he was motivated by the overwhelming desire to rape, torture, and murder his victims. In last week's episode, Bob had murdered three young men in Kansas City, Missouri.

and no one had any idea. Their bodies were buried in the local landfill, never to be seen again. So in this week's episode, we are going to walk you through his other three murders and eventually the arrest of the Kansas City butcher. I'm Courtney Browen. And I'm Colin Browen. And you're listening to Murder in America. ♪♪

it's june of 1985 in kansas city missouri and that morning bob berdella puts on a smile as he walks into work throughout his entire life bob has always been pretty insecure but lately there's been a pep in his step he's found something to live for as he walks into the old westport flea market he walks by paul howell

his first victim's father. Little does Paul know, his son Jerry is cut into pieces, buried under tons of trash in the Kansas City landfill. Along with Jerry are Bob's other victims, Robert Sheldon and Mark Wallace, but no one knows that they're there. And Bob likes that. As he sets up his booth for the day, he organizes a few of his collectibles. On one of the shelves, there's a human skull, just like the one that's buried in Bob's backyard.

but this one is not his victim's skull. He bought this skull from another collector. Over on another shelf, there's a human leg. Bob straightens it out, blows away the dust. Interestingly enough, he recently dismembered a leg just like this, earlier that morning. Bob's a little tired. He'd been up all night dismembering his latest victim, Mark Wallace. If it were up to him, he would've just slept in, but he's still gotta pay the bills somehow.

Soon enough, a customer walks up. Bob flashes them a smile and welcomes them in. He discusses his collection with them and even makes a sale. And before they leave, Bob hands them his business card which reads: "I rise from death. I kill death. Death kills me. I resuscitate the bodies I've created, and alive in death I destroy myself. Whoever bites me must first bite himself."

Now, in Bob's shop, he had all sorts of things that people would use in sacrifices and rituals, like fetish objects, ritual thrones, ceremonial robes, and he even had bags of human teeth. But he would later claim that he never mixed work and play. In other words, he never sold any of his victims' body parts at his shop, and none of his killings were ritualistic. He claimed that he didn't kill these men for any sort of greater power. He did it all for his own selfish pleasure.

But it's also interesting that a man who sold body parts and all these strange collectibles was also a sadistic murderer. There was no denying that Bob was a weird guy. Everyone knew that about him. But no one could have ever suspected that bizarre Bob was picking up men off the street to torture and kill them. And sadly, in September of 1985, just months after murdering Mark Wallace, Bob was ready to kill again.

And this time, he didn't have to look very far. In fact, his next victim, 20-year-old Walter Ferris, walked right into Bob's store at the flea market. Walter was with a man named Gene Shaw, and Bob was actually familiar with the two young men. In fact, Gene and Walter had hung out at Bob's house in the past, and they even bought marijuana from him from time to time. To them, Bob was a strange guy,

but they also knew they could just show up at his house unannounced and he would let you in. He would also provide drugs and alcohol, so it's safe to say they were comfortable with him. But in the last couple times Gene and Walter had come over, Bob actually suspected that they were stealing from him. In another instance, after he sold some drugs to them, the cops came knocking on his door, asking if he was a drug dealer. So Bob was growing angry with Walter,

He felt like he had been taking advantage of him. And then on this day, Walter walked right into Bob's shop at the flea market and asked if he wanted to meet him at a local gay bar called Midnight Sun. And Bob agreed. But to him, this would be more than just a few casual drinks. Before he left that night, Bob even wrote about the meetup in his torture notebook. - 7:30, Bar Ferris.

Later that night, Bob and Walter met up at a bar and had a few drinks together. And as they sipped on their beers, Walter asked if he could stay with Bob for a few days. Of course, Bob said yes. He was excited. He didn't even have to try and convince Walter to come over.

everything was falling right into place. To Bob, Walter was an ideal victim. Not only had he been taking advantage of him in the past few weeks, but Walter also had a rough family life. Bob would later say, quote, "At that point, specific anger towards Ferris for both getting me involved in the situation on this drug agent and his behavior over the past couple days."

He presented himself basically as somebody that nobody would really miss or look for, with the exception of possibly Jean Shaw." So that night, the two went back to Bob's house at around 8:30 p.m. After a few drinks, the two were hungry

So Bob went into his kitchen and microwaved up some burritos and chili. Except for in Walter's chili, Bob crushed up some sedatives and mixed them in. From there, Walter willingly ate his food, completely unaware that he had just been drugged. And within 30 minutes, he was passed out. 9 o'clock p.m., fell asleep.

As soon as Walter was out, Bob carried him upstairs into his bedroom and laid him down on the bed. The same bed where the other victims had met their fate. From there, Bob removed Walter's clothing and restrained him to the bedposts. And just to make sure he was completely sedated, Bob started poking him with needles. Sure enough, Walter didn't react.

so the drugs were working. And from here, Bob then grabbed his Polaroid camera and began documenting the next few hours. - 9:15 PM, butt fuck. 9:30 PM, finger fuck. 10 PM, carrot fuck. 11 PM, cucumber fuck. - Around midnight, Bob decided to use two kitchen spatulas to electrocute Walter. He ran the wires from the transformer to the spatulas

and he hit Walter with 7700 volt shocks to his shoulders, testicle, and buttocks. After hours, the tranquilizer started to wear off. Walter was coming in and out of consciousness, and by the sounds he was making, it was clear he was in a lot of pain. The shocks from the transformer were intense, each lasting a total of 4-5 minutes.

and to muffle Walter's screams, Bob had placed a gag in his mouth and then secured that gag by wrapping piano wire around his head. This torture and rape went on for hours, all the way until about 10:30 the next morning when Bob had to go to work. Before leaving, he gave Walter a heavy dose of tranquilizers to keep him sedated while he was gone. And from there, he left for the flea market.

As Bob sat at his shop that day, he kept replaying the torture in his head, over and over again. He couldn't wait to come back home and continue on. And for some reason, this time was even more enjoyable than the others. Maybe because in Bob's mind, Walter had wronged him. He had stolen from him and possibly even got the cops called on him. So he believed this was fully justified.

Bob sat there at his desk imagining all the things he was going to do to Walter once he got back home. He intended to inflict as much pain and anguish as he possibly could. And that's exactly what he would do. He ended up getting home from work that day around 4:45 and immediately he went upstairs to check on his captive.

But to his surprise, Walter was in really rough shape. From the hours of rape and torture, he seemed to have got an infection. He was even running a fever. But Bob was not ready for Walter to die just yet. Quickly ran over to his medicine cabinet and filled up a syringe of penicillin. He then gave it to Walter to fight off the infection. But before the drug could even settle in,

Bob started giving him another injection of sedatives so he could continue on with the assault. At some point that evening, Bob also started stabbing needles into Walter's genitals and neck. And while he did this, he got an idea. He wanted to silence Walter once and for all. So he grabbed the cleaning product Drano and he filled it into a syringe.

Bob then inserted the needle into Walter's voice box and completely emptied out the fluid. Bob would later say: "Ferris had, apparently at one point, been in an auto accident, which I believe by his statements had broken his nose. He had a very deep, raspy voice. That was one of the things that controlled the volume of his vocal. He couldn't yell loud or he had a voice that wouldn't allow him to yell rather loudly, even if he had a gag out of his mouth.

That was something that I observed and which led to the injection of the Drano. - As the night continued, Walter became delirious. He was unable to sit up on his own. It was clear that his body was giving up on him. - 11:45 PM, very delayed breathing, snoring, 12 o'clock AM, 86. - According to Bob, 86 meant death. He explained, quote, "It's basic terminology in the restaurant business.

It meant anything from throw it out to stop the project. Just things brought to an end and or discarded." And that's exactly what these young men were to him. They were completely disposable.

something he could just easily throw away like trash. And that's exactly where they would end up, among tons and tons of trash in the Kansas City landfill. After 27 hours of torture, Walter Ferris was dead. And like with the other victims, he was brought into the bathtub for dismemberment.

Once there, Bob cut his arteries and drained the blood from his body. He then went to work removing his limbs, wrapping each in a newspaper before placing them into trash bags. Then on Monday morning, Bob hauled the contents out to the curb and patiently waited until the trash man came to pick it up.

However, this time Bob decided to keep another souvenir, Walter's driver's license. But once again, Bob wasn't completely satisfied with this murder. He wanted to learn how he could keep his victims for longer without them dying. He also knew with his future victims, he needed to find someone that wasn't as connected to him. By then word had spread around the sex worker community that young men were going missing.

Some even noticed that they were last seen with Bob Berdella, so he needed to be more careful. Bob even tried to pick up a sex worker after this, but they refused to get in his car. Now, it's unclear whether or not they rejected him because they feared he was a killer, but Bob decided to take a bit of a break after this to let any suspicion cool down.

Soon enough, 1985 turned to 1986, and still no one had any idea that four men had been murdered in Kansas City. But when the summer of 1986 came around, Bob was finally ready to kill again. It had been about nine months since the murder of Walter Ferris, and he felt like it was time. So on the afternoon of June 17th, 1986, Bob drove to 10th Street and McGee, a well-known location where people picked up male prostitutes.

And there, he saw a 23-year-old named Todd Stoops. Bob had actually met Todd a few years prior. As it turns out, Todd and his wife Rachel were struggling back in 1984, and Bob had given them a place to stay. And much like his other victims, Todd was a drug-dependent sex worker. So that afternoon, Bob pulled up beside him and rolled his window down. "Hey, Todd!" He yelled.

At first, Todd didn't recognize Bob. But once he got closer, he realized it was his old friend who had helped him and his wife all those years back. Because of this, Todd had no reservations about getting into Bob's car.

Once he did, the two even caught up on each other's lives. "Where have you been, Todd? It's been years!" Bob asked. Todd told him that he had been arrested in Oklahoma and that he and his wife, Rachel, had broken up. Times had been tough. But on this night, Todd was happy to see a friendly, familiar face. He also admitted to Bob that he was in need of a fix. So, Bob happily drove him to get one. Bob admitted that he had always been attracted to Todd, saying he was "attractive and well-built."

So right then and there, Bob decided that Todd would become his next victim. From there, the two went to pick up some drugs, and then they went back to Bob's house to eat lunch. Todd took a seat in the living room, while Bob went to the kitchen to prepare a peanut butter jelly and tranquilizer sandwich. He spread the crushed pill onto the peanut butter and mixed it in so it would be undetectable.

Then to wash everything down, he prepared a glass of milk. When Bob gave Todd the food,

He couldn't help but think about all the plans he had for that evening. Bob would later say that he and Todd had sexual tension for years. In fact, back in 1984, Bob said that Todd promised him they could have sex if he and his wife could stay at his house for free. But apparently, anytime Bob tried to make a move on him, Todd would back out. He always said he was scared of what his wife would think.

But now, Todd's wife wasn't in the picture. And even if she was, Bob knew that whether Todd wanted to or not, he was finally going to fulfill the sexual urge. - 5:20 PM, passed out.

Once the sedatives kicked in, Bob carried Todd upstairs into the bedroom. He then injected him with multiple doses of ketamine and at 5:50 p.m. he sodomized him. A few hours later, Bob wired his two kitchen spatulas to the transformer and administered his first series of electrocutions.

And this time, he experimented with Todd's eyes. His reasoning was, quote, "At this point, I was trying to blind him, to disable him, as far as any long-term captivity," end quote. Bob figured if Todd was blind, it would be harder for him to escape.

So, that's what he tried to do. Now throughout the rest of the evening and into the early morning hours of June 18th, Todd was electrocuted, injected with sedatives, he had cleaning products put into his eyes, and he was sodomized with various objects. 1:40 AM. Buttfuck. 2:00 AM. Buttfuck. Quiet. 4:00 AM again. Buttfuck.

4:40 AM Carrot cucumber fuck Brux No movement

Throughout the hours of torture, Todd would regain consciousness and briefly struggle against the restraints. But before he got to the point of screaming, Bob always was quick to inject him with more sedatives. Then at 11am, Bob left to go to work. And once again, as Bob sat at his shop, it was hard for him to think about anything productive.

Unlike his previous victims, Bob was determined to be careful with Todd. He didn't want him dying after a few short days like the others. So he needed to plan the torture out accordingly. Around 3 p.m., Bob would leave the flea market to come back home. After a four-hour long break, he figured Todd had had enough rest. 3.15 p.m. Fist fuck. Anal bleed.

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Disturbingly, after this, Todd started profusely bleeding from his anus. He was in an incredible amount of pain, so much so he started screaming as loud as he could. I'm sure he prayed that the neighbors would hear him, but the gag in his mouth was secured around his head with piano wires, so the screams were muffled. However, they were loud enough that Bob started to get worried, hoping to shut him up

He grabbed a leather belt and began beating him. Bob admitted, "At this point I was trying to terrify him. Had I not ruptured his anal wall and caused him severe blood loss that he had, he would have, by further indications, reached a point where he would be much more cooperative. At this point, I wasn't even asking him for cooperation.

I was trying to terrorize him." Now, despite the significant blood loss, Todd would survive his injury. And sadly, it didn't deter Bob from raping him. For the next few hours, Todd was assaulted several more times. And at 2:50 a.m., Bob injected Drano into Todd's voice box. It was a method of torture that he clearly enjoyed. By later that morning, Todd's sedatives had worn off.

And despite having Drano injected into his throat,

he was somehow able to make a request. Todd asked Bob for something to eat. He was hungry, and strangely enough, Bob did give him some ice cream and soda. However, after all the trauma his body had went through, Todd wasn't able to keep it down. That day, Todd also started running a fever, so Bob injected him with some antibiotics. So as you can see, Bob would go through these transitions almost.

On one hand, he would be inflicting as much pain as humanly possible. And then when his victims would start to weaken, he would do what he could to help so they'd stay alive. And then once they got a little better, Bob would immediately start the torture over again. His goal was to keep Todd alive for as long as he possibly could.

which was all very confusing for Todd. He had known Bob for years. He thought they were friends. So why was he doing this? When Todd was alert enough to speak, he would cry, begging Bob to just let him go. But that wasn't part of Bob's plan. However, to keep him cooperative, Bob promised Todd that if he just did as he was told, he would go easy on him. "Follow my rules and I won't beat or electrocute you."

And Todd didn't have much of a choice, so he did what he could to survive. He cooperated with the man who was holding him captive. Over the next week, Todd went through an unbelievable amount of rape and torture. And if he did as he was told to, he was rewarded with small amounts of food. Astonishingly, Todd would last 13 whole days in captivity before his body started giving out.

By then, he was practically skin and bones. He was so weak he couldn't even sit up by himself. His anus was so severely damaged, Bob wrote down in his notebook that he couldn't even rape him anymore. So instead, he just started rubbing his penis between Todd's legs. Bob knew it was only a matter of time until Todd died, but he wasn't ready for him to die yet. Even though he had nearly two weeks with him, Bob had enjoyed this experience. He didn't want it to end.

So on July 1st, 1986, he carried Todd into the bathroom to give him a bath. After washing him off, Bob placed him upright in a chair. He would later say that he did this to see if that would help him, to give his lungs a chance to drain or give him a chance to breathe in a sitting position. But soon after, at 11:30 a.m., Bob came back into the room to check on him and found that he was no longer breathing. Todd Stubbs was dead.

11:30 AM, 86. Over the course of the next two days, Bob drained Todd's blood in the bathtub and dismembered him. He wrapped the individual body parts in newspaper and plastic bags and stored them in his basement until the trash trucks came on Monday, July 7th. Soon enough, Todd Stoops would join Bob Berdella's other four victims in the Kansas City landfill. - For the next 11 months, Bob continued on with life as if nothing even happened.

He went to work and he even occasionally spent time with male prostitutes. However, none that he found were good enough to keep as a prisoner. But then in June of 1987, Bob planned a trip to visit his family in Ohio. But right before he was supposed to leave,

he got a phone call. The call was from 20-year-old Larry Pearson. He and Bob were acquaintances. Like Bob's other victims, Larry would sometimes stay over at his house. Every once in a while, Bob would give him a ride if he needed it. But on this day, Larry was in some trouble.

he had just gotten arrested for indecent exposure and he didn't know who else to call larry didn't have the best family situation and he needed to be bailed out of jail now bob would later say that when he got this phone call from larry he was flattered not only was he attracted to the 20 year old but he also said that larry was always very soft-spoken and polite

So Bob agreed to bail him out of jail under one condition, that Larry accompany him on his trip to Ohio when he went to visit his family. And to Larry, this was a no-brainer. So he agreed.

The next day, Bob went to the Kansas City jail and paid $150 to bail Larry out. And then soon after, he and Larry spent the week in Ohio. Now, I'm not really sure if Larry met Bob's family while they were there, or if he just stayed back in a hotel. But after their trip, Larry asked if he could continue living with Bob until he got back on his feet.

And Bob agreed. According to him, he had no plans of kidnapping Larry at this point. After all, he had just bailed him out of jail, so if anyone came looking for him, they could easily get traced back to Bob. And Bob claimed that he was genuinely just trying to help Larry out. So he even made some rules. He told Larry that if he was going to live with him, he either needed to get a job or he needed to do the chores around his house.

Larry agreed to these rules, but after a few weeks, Bob realized that he wasn't following them. He didn't have a job, and he wasn't cleaning up after himself.

Then, on June 23rd, Bob decided to take Larry to see the movie Creepshow 2 at the theater, and then they went to lunch. But as they were driving around, Bob said that Larry started bragging about how he used to beat up homosexuals. Bob said, He started telling me about how he used to roll queers down in Wichita. He was basically bragging about it, which was kind of an unusual situation. And Bob said that not only did these comments piss him off, but it also made him realize that

that Larry Pearson was the type of person who wouldn't be missed. So, in that moment, he decided he was going to keep Larry as his sixth victim.

And by now, Bob had perfected his method. With his previous victim, Todd Stoops, Bob was able to figure out exactly what he needed to do to keep him alive for weeks. And that's exactly what he had planned for Larry Pearson. So on the evening of June 23rd, 1987, as the two were hanging out at Bob's house, Bob offered Larry some pills. And just like all the victims before, Larry took them.

completely unaware of what was ahead. But after a while, Larry was still up and alert. The pills didn't work.

So in an effort to get him knocked out, Bob challenged Larry to a drinking contest. For the next few hours, Bob filled up shot glass after shot glass with liquor. They were drinking everything from peppermint schnapps, vodka, whiskey, you name it. And by 6:30 that night, Larry had had about 15 shots in total. He was very intoxicated. And soon enough, he passed out on the couch.

Finally, Bob's sinister plan could begin.

A little after 7pm, he filled up a syringe with three shots of tranquilizers and injected them into Larry's arm. And once he was sure the drugs had kicked in, Bob actually dragged Larry down into the basement. Now usually, he would bring his victims upstairs and to his bedroom. But after all the drinks they had consumed that night, Bob didn't think he'd be able to carry him up the stairs.

However, other than that, he would stick to his normal routine. Bob stripped Larry of his clothes and tied him up with a chain that looped around a brick column in the basement. And immediately, he injected his voice box with Drano. Bob then brought out his electric transformer

and he shocked Larry's body multiple times. Like the other victims, Larry experienced an unimaginable amount of torture over the next few days.

Bob raped him, electrocuted him, sodomized him, stuck needles into his testicles and eyeballs, and he even used a metal rod to break Larry's fingers. This went on for five whole days. Eventually, Bob brought a mattress down into the basement, but not for Larry's comfort, but for his own. He didn't like the feeling of assaulting him on the cold, hard ground.

Now over the course of these days, Larry would go in and out of consciousness. And when he was alert, he would beg Bob to let him go. But Bob gave him the same old talk about being cooperative. He promised Larry that if he was submissive, he would reward him. So in an effort to save his own life, Larry listened. But Bob had no intention of Larry leaving his house alive. He knew that Larry would end up in little pieces

scattered somewhere in the Kansas City landfill. And throughout the torture, he treated him like a dog. He put him on a collar and leash and walked him around the house. On some nights, if Larry was good, Bob even allowed him to sleep in his bed.

According to Bob's confession, "He had trained himself to sleep the entire night without moving so as not to bother me while I slept." After about a week, Bob also forced Larry to call him "Master Bob." He loved the dominance and control he had over the situation. Larry was obedient, and in return, Bob rewarded him, just like he promised to. Unlike the other victims, Bob allowed Larry to watch TV and sleep upstairs.

But when Larry didn't listen to commands, Bob would bring him back down into the basement for more hours upon hours of torture. Bob admitted that Larry knew he was being held as a sex slave. So at times, he even pretended to enjoy the rape. He also performed oral sex on Bob and in return, Bob would feed him breakfast every morning. Larry learned exactly what he needed to do in order to stay alive. And because of this, his captivity lasted for weeks on end.

Towards the end of it, Bob said that he fully trusted his new sex slave. Larry was the best victim he ever had. Now, every once in a while, Larry would complain. But anytime he did, Bob was quick to remind him of the torture he would endure, saying, "You can either accept the pain in your arms or you get some electricity. Which level of pain do you want to deal with?"

Bob had eased into a nice routine with Larry, saying,

And I would always bring a cold drink from the kitchen when I first came up and allowed him to drink that while I prepared supper or made my phone calls or fed the dogs or whatever else I had to do. Then I would usually just go up and spend the rest of the evening with him unless I had some meeting or errands that I had to run. He would be very cooperative. He'd allow me to tie him back down.

However, Bob's perfect fantasy would all come crumbling down on August 5th, 1987. By then, surprisingly, Larry had been as captive for about seven weeks. That day, Bob came home from work and went about his normal routine. He went upstairs, untied Larry, and brought him a Coke and a few cigarettes. As Larry enjoyed his rewards for the day,

Bob grabbed the International Mail magazine and sat down next to his captive.

As he flipped through the pages, he came across a men's swimsuit line with pictures of attractive male models showing off their figures. Seeing this, Bob became aroused, so he ordered Larry to perform oral sex on him while he looked through the magazine. And like always, Larry obliged. As he went down on him, Bob continued looking at the male models in the magazine.

getting more and more aroused with each page. But just as Bob was about to climax, he felt a sharp and excruciating pain in his penis. And when he looked down, he saw Larry standing there with blood dripping from his mouth. He had nearly bitten it in half. Bob would later say, "My penis was bleeding at that point rather profusely. I grabbed a rag and I held it to my penis while I talked to him.

To punish Larry for biting his penis, Bob picked up a large stick and began to beat him. One of the blows was to the back of his head, knocking Larry out cold. Bob then tied him up and then drove himself to the Menorah Medical Center.

When the doctors saw Bob's penis, they were concerned. It was bleeding profusely and Bob would definitely need a few stitches. They even told him that he needed to stay at the hospital for a few days to make sure he didn't get an infection. But Bob knew he couldn't leave Larry alone for that long, or he would surely try and escape. So after getting his stitches, Bob told the doctors that he needed to run home first to care for his dogs, but he promised to come back in a couple of hours. And with that, they let him go.

When Bob returned back to his house on Charlotte Street, he found Larry slowly waking up. His body was bruised all over from the beating he endured. Bob was disappointed in how things ended. He actually liked having Larry around. He was a good captive who did what he was told. That is, until this morning. Bob knew that Larry had reached his end.

After injuring his penis, he was done with him. So with that, he grabbed a plastic bag, placed it over Larry's head, and suffocated him to death. Now he didn't have enough time to dismember Larry just yet. He still had to return to the hospital before they started asking more questions. So he turned the air conditioning down to slow down decomposition.

He would later say, "I left the air conditioner on, closed the other doors so that the room would stay cool enough so that he wouldn't rot." And then of course, before leaving, Bob made sure to snap a few photographs of Larry's lifeless corpse on the floor. He wanted to remember this one, and with that, he left to go back to the hospital.

Except when Bob returned to the Menorah Medical Center, there was a police officer there, wanting to ask him some questions. Anytime someone has a bite to their penis, it usually means sexual assault was at play. But Bob said that the police officer seemed uncomfortable when he asked about the nature of the event. It was almost as if he didn't even want to know about what happened. Bob would later say,

The officer that took the report, I believe, was out there first to handle a gunshot wound. When he came into the room and he found the nature of my condition and the nature of the complaint, he tried to handle it as quickly as possible, behaving like he really didn't want to make this report in the first place. And because of that, this incident wasn't investigated. The officer took the report and then left, completely unaware that he had just spoken to one of Kansas City's most sadistic serial killers.

After two days recovering in the hospital, Bob was discharged and sent back home, and he knew that he had a very busy day ahead. Despite having a catheter and being in a lot of pain, Bob had to get to work dismembering Larry Pearson. When he opened his bedroom door, the smell of decomposition was strong. He then walked over to Larry's body and dragged him down the stairs into the basement.

And this time around, the dismemberment process would take him two whole days. In addition to Bob's injury, he also had to deal with the fact that Larry's body was stiff after leaving him dead for so long.

He would later say: "Instead of working on a long-term basis, because I was too weak and it was too painful to do that, I would go down and do one process at a time, like opening the stomach and pulling out all the internal parts, then go down later and start cutting them up, then I'd go down and start packing."

Bob did most of the dismembering with a chainsaw. And inside of his notebook, he wrote about how easy it was to strip the flesh from the body since Larry had been dead for a few days. He also decided to keep another souvenir, Larry's head. After removing it from the torso, Bob wrapped it up in a plastic bag and stuffed it in his freezer. By the time he was done with everything, it was late Sunday night.

just in time for trash pickup in the morning. And just like all of the victims before, the sanitation workers grabbed the bag of body parts and threw them into the truck without incident. Before that day was over, Larry Pearson would get lost in the Kansas City landfill, never to be seen again.

About a week later, Bob returned to the freezer that contained the head of his last victim. He decided he wanted to bury it in the same location as Robert Sheldon's head. So he started digging in his backyard. When he finally unearthed Robert's head, Bob pulled it out of the ground and admired his work. By then, it had mostly decayed, but Bob loved the way it looked. So much so, he decided to put Larry's head into the ground and take Robert's head back inside.

From there, he filled up a bucket of water and soaked the head inside of it. Once it was cleaned, Bob began removing all of the teeth with a set of pliers. He then separated all of the upper and lower teeth and put them into separate envelopes. The skull and the envelopes of teeth were then placed inside of a hallway closet that Bob described as "the gallery area". It was now a part of his strange collection. Except these wouldn't be sold in his shop. These items were just for Bob to enjoy.

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Over the next seven months, Bob Berdella continued to hide under the police's radar, which was pretty easy. Like with his other victims, no one came looking for Larry Pearson, and Bob was able to continue on with his life like normal. Then on March 29th, 1988,

Bob took to the streets to find another male sex worker, and he ended up running into 22-year-old Chris Bryson. Chris hadn't had the easiest life. He dropped out of school when he was younger and turned to petty crimes to make ends meet.

By this point in his life, he was married with kids, but his addiction seemed to have taken hold of his life. Eventually, he turned to sex work to support his drug habits. On this night, it was a little after 1:00 AM. Chris was walking down 9th Street when a man pulled up next to him in his car. The driver wasn't conventionally attractive. He was heavyset with thin wire-framed glasses and a thick mustache.

And when he rolled down his window, he asked Chris if he wanted to party, an offer that was hard to decline. According to Chris, the man seemed harmless. He was soft-spoken, looked a little shy, and he didn't seem like much of a threat. So he jumped in the front seat.

The driver introduced himself as Bob and he even handed Chris a beer from the back seat. Along the drive, Bob asked Chris what kind of drugs he liked to do. Chris told him that he really loved cocaine. So Bob says, "Well, I don't have any cocaine, but I do have a lot of Valium if you want to come back to my place." Chris contemplated what he should do. Going back to clients' homes can sometimes be dangerous.

But again, this guy seemed to be nice. Surely he would just go over there for a few hours, get high, have sex, and then leave. Chris wasn't proud of his lifestyle. In fact, he said he wasn't even gay. But throughout the trials of his drug addiction, he learned that men often paid for sexual services. And this was the easiest way for him to support his addiction. So Chris agreed to go.

From there, the two men made their way over to the house on Charlotte Street. But Chris had no idea that his life was about to change forever.

Once they arrived at the home on 4315 Charlotte Street, Bob parked his car out front and the two made their way inside. Chris quickly saw that the house was in complete disarray. It was cluttered and dirty. There were magazines piled up in the corners. Antiques, paintings, and books lined up along every wall. And on every piece of furniture, there was a plethora of items just stacked, nearly to the ceiling.

Upon walking in, Bob told Chris that one of his dogs just had puppies. So it would be better if they went upstairs to hang out. "After you," Bob said. Chris started making his way up the stairs. But right as he reached the top, he felt something hard hit against the top of his head.

Chris quickly dropped to the ground. He hadn't been knocked out, but his vision was blurred and his head was pounding. He was able to turn around and when he did, he saw Bob standing over him, holding an iron pipe. In his other hand was a syringe. And before Chris could even react, Bob knelt down and inserted the needle into the side of his neck. Within moments, Chris was unconscious.

Bob quickly pulled out his Polaroid camera and snapped some pictures of his new victim. He then carried him over to his bed, took off his clothes, and tied him up. Bob had noticed throughout his time holding men captive

that they were always the loudest in the beginning. So just to be safe, he stuffed a washcloth into Chris's mouth and put a dog collar around his neck. And then like always, he spent the next few hours brutally assaulting Chris, taking photos and updating his notebook along the way. - 5:30 AM, finger fuck. 7:30 AM, three CC tranquilizers in shoulder.

A few hours later, the drug started to wear off and Chris woke up in a lot of pain. He was confused and once he finally opened his eyes, he realized he was bound. He began to yank at the restraints, but it was no use. Then moments later, Bob walked in. He was slowly approaching him with a cotton swab in his hand. Chris began to scream, trying to free himself. But before he knew it,

Bob was leaning down and putting the cotton swab into his eye. The pain was unbearable. Chris didn't know it at the time, but he just had Drano put into his eye. And the entire time, Bob has this fascinated look on his face. He was enjoying this. Next, Bob started beating Chris's fingers with an iron bar. He could hear his bones breaking.

but there was nothing he could do. And over the next few hours, Chris endured other methods of torture, like Bob's infamous electrocutions. After putting clamps on his testicles and upper thighs, Bob would start the transformer and watch in awe as Chris screamed and convulsed on the bed. It was the worst pain he had ever felt. At times, he even wondered if it was all just a bad nightmare.

But this was his reality. After a while, Chris did everything he could to get away. But things only got worse for him when he did. Eventually, Bob threatened to increase the torture if he kept screaming. However, Chris couldn't help it. So Bob gave him more sedatives and then updated his notebook. - 11:30 AM, quiet.

Later that day, Bob sat down with Chris to go over the rules. He told Chris not to fight or try and get away, or things would be a lot worse for him. He told him that he was now his sex slave.

and if he did exactly as he was told, he would be rewarded. Bob also threatened him. He told Chris that he murdered the last guy who disobeyed him, and he added that if Chris ever tried to bite him, he would remove all of his teeth. Chris couldn't respond, as he still had a washcloth shoved in his mouth, but he did not, letting him know that he understood his rules.

From there, Bob continued his brutal torture and sodomized him. Chris did his best to stay quiet. Like Bob said, he had to follow the rules, and surely this would all be over soon. But that wouldn't be the case. Because over the next few days, Chris was tortured through electrocution, rape, multiple sodomies, he was beaten with an iron bar, and injected with Drano.

Anytime Chris needed to use the restroom, Bob would drag him by his dog collar over the toilet and then watch him as he did his business. Chris rarely had any alone time, but anytime Bob did leave him up there in the room by himself, he would crank up the television as loud as it would go.

Bob would later say that he did this so that Chris wouldn't know when he was leaving the house to go to work. But after several days in captivity, Chris was growing very weak. He was fed occasionally, but the constant rape and torture was hard on his body. Anytime Bob left the room, he thought about his children. Would he ever be able to see them again? These things motivated him to keep going.

When Bob would leave the room, he tried with everything in him to free himself from the restraints, but he was never able to. And so, the torture routine continued. On Friday, April 1st, the final four basketball championship games were being held in Kansas City. Interestingly, at Bob's Bazaar Bazaar, Bob decided to show his support by placing four skulls in the window of his shop.

and underneath it was a sign that read, "The Final Four." Now before leaving for work that day, Bob even decided to put the game on for Chris upstairs. While tied to the bed, Chris stared at the screen, but he wasn't watching. There was a dullness in his eyes, a weakness in his body, and the only thing running through his mind was how he had to get out of there. So he came up with a plan. That day when Bob came home from work,

Chris was more obedient than usual. He was trying his hardest to be a good sex slave so that Bob would be more trusting of him. And it seemed to work. The next day, Saturday, April 2nd, Bob had to leave for work again. But before leaving, Chris asked him for a favor. Could you tie my hands in front of my body today? When you tie them above my head, it cuts off my circulation and it's really uncomfortable. Bob hesitated.

but ultimately, he allowed it. After tying his hands in front of him, Bob turned up the television as loud as it could go, and he left for work. And from there, Chris began vigorously working at the knots around his wrist. After about 20 minutes, he was finally able to free his right hand, and then soon after, his left was freed as well. But Chris was panicking. He wasn't even sure that Bob had left,

As far as he knew, he could walk in at any moment. So he quickly removed the gag from his mouth and unclipped the dog leash from the bed frame. He wasn't able to remove the dog collar from around his neck, but that didn't matter right now. He immediately started working on the knots around his ankles. However, they were incredibly intricate.

Chris couldn't get them undone. So he frantically looked around the room for something that could help him. And there it was. Next to his bed was a box of matches that Bob gave him to smoke his cigarettes. So Chris grabbed them and lit a match. He frantically held the flame up against the rope until it burned out. Then he grabbed another one

Then another, then another, and another. Finally, after several matches, Chris had burned through the ankle restraints. In a panic, he quickly stood up and approached the bedroom window. He was completely naked besides the dog collar around his neck, but there was no time to look for clothes.

He needed to get out of there as fast as he could. He considered walking downstairs and going out the front door. But what if he locked up the house? Or even worse, what if Bob was home? Chris figured the only option here is going out of the second story window. So he quietly lifted it open and looked down below. It was a pretty big drop.

There was only a small patch of grass in between Bob's house and his neighbors. He knew jumping out could definitely leave him with injuries. But nothing could be worse than the torture he had endured inside this home. So with that, Chris took a deep breath and he jumped. He ended up taking a pretty hard fall. He even broke his foot in the process. But with the adrenaline running through his body, he didn't even feel it.

As soon as he hit the ground, he took off running down the street as fast as he possibly could. A couple of streets over, a meter man was outside when he suddenly saw a naked man wearing a dog collar running in his direction. I'm sure at first he was alarmed, probably terrified at the sight, but then he heard the man screaming.

"Call the police! Please call the police!" Chris briefly explained the situation at hand, that he had been kidnapped and tortured by the man living at 413 Charlotte Street. So from here, Chris and the meter man rush to a nearby house and knock on the door. It just happened to be the house right across the street from Bob, where a man named Felix Durand Jr. lived. When Felix looked through his window to see a naked man on the porch, he understandably didn't want to answer, so he just dialed 911.

At 10:28 a.m., a call came in to dispatch about a suspicious naked male on this man's front porch. So Officer Lloyd Harvey made his way over, but he truly had no idea what he was about to uncover. I'm sure at first he thought he would be dealing with some drunk guy who was causing a disturbance. But as he pulled up to the scene, he quickly learned that this was far more disturbing.

Chris was completely naked. His body was covered in cuts and bruises. He also had that dog collar around his neck. After calling for backup, Chris was given a blanket and put in the back of their police car. And from there, he told them everything about what had happened over the past week. About the rape, electrocutions, torture, sedatives, sodomy, all of it.

And the worst part was that Chris was not his only victim. He told the officers that Bob Berdella was a murderer. He had even shown Chris pictures of the other men he had tortured and killed. So from here, Chris was taken to the hospital while a team of first responders surrounded Bob Berdella's home. As they made their way inside, investigators would uncover what can only be referred to as a torture dungeon.

When the police officers entered, they found an incredibly dirty house. There were dishes stacked up in the sink, rotten food on the countertops, and dog feces covering the floor. They quickly made their way upstairs and found the bedroom where Chris had been bound throughout his captivity. The bed was covered in bodily fluid and restraints.

Next to it, they found the electrical transformer that had been used to electrocute his victims. There were pornographic magazines stacked on the table near the bed, as well as a tray full of syringes and medication. Then they found the Polaroids. There were over 200 photos of young men in various states of torture, and most of them the men are tied up with gags in their mouths.

And by the look in their eyes, it's clear that they were terrified. In some, it showed images of cucumbers and carrots protruding out of these men's anus. And in one photo, there was a man who appeared to be dead

hanging upside down on some sort of pulley. Now, in addition to these photos, investigators also found the 58-page torture notebook that gave detailed accounts of the horrors these men went through while in captivity. The officers on scene couldn't believe what they had just discovered. And at 11:30 a.m., Bob Berdella made his way back home from work. As he pulled up to Charlotte Street, he suddenly saw a frenzy outside of his house.

And after parking, he just nonchalantly walked up to the investigators and asked what was going on.

Like he had no idea why they would be there. In return, the officers quickly put him in handcuffs and arrested him for sexual assault. At that point, they didn't have any proof that the men in the photos were dead. So that's apparently all they could charge him with. But it was obvious that Bob was very distraught as he was read his Miranda rights, cuffed and placed in the back of the police cruiser. He even muttered under his breath, quote,

This is not right. Officer Harvey made sure to turn off the police radio so Bob couldn't hear any of the details they were finding. And from there, he was taken to the police station. At the time, Bob was charged with a total of nine felony counts, including sodomy, assault, and felonious restraint.

Now, even though Bob would later say that his murders had nothing to do with any rituals or satanic practices, detectives found a "satanic ritual robe" and an extensive library on witchcraft and the occult. One book was titled "Satanic Interpretation and Lifestyle". Another was "How to Create Poisons and the Antidotes to Them". But again, that's the kind of stuff he sold at his shop. Now, a few days into the search, detectives found a human skull in Bob's upstairs closet.

it was the skull of robert sheldon they also found two envelopes full of human teeth then down in the basement they found dried blood covering the floor upon further investigation they found that blood was all over the basement on the floors the walls and even the ceiling they also located an electric chainsaw that had human blood on it as well as chunks of human flesh and hair

Soon enough, this quiet neighborhood was filled with police presence. Bob's neighbors emerged from their homes to see the police excavating his backyard. And it wouldn't take them long to find the skull of another one of his victims, Larry Pearson. Larry's head was actually found on Easter Sunday. And with this discovery, the media caught wind that a serial killer was living right there in Kansas City.

Soon enough, Charlotte Street was filled with news vans, reporters, and curious neighbors who couldn't believe what was happening right under their noses. About 10 years prior to this, serial killer John Wayne Gacy was arrested and the entire nation watched in horror as they learned about his crimes. And now, right here in Kansas City, they had a serial killer of their own. At the time,

Investigators didn't know the identities of Bob's victims. However, they did find a driver's license that belonged to a man named Walter Ferris. And they found multiple newspaper clippings about Jerry Howell's disappearance. But that's about all they had. And they didn't even know how many victims he actually had. According to the photos and notebook, they found seven men.

including the survivor, Chris Bryson. But who's to know that there wasn't more?

As word began to spread about Bob Berdella's crimes, he sat in a jail cell on the 8th floor of the Jackson County Police Station. He had acquired legal counsel and his attorney had tried to get him out on bond, but it had been denied. And believe it or not, this would not be a cut and dry case. Although there was a lot of evidence found in his home, they didn't find many of the victims' bodies, which makes a conviction pretty difficult.

Now, through dental records, they were finally able to identify the skull found in his yard as belonging to Larry Pearson. They also had extensive written logs that detailed Larry's torture and murder in graphic detail. So they were confident that they would be able to convict him in that case. But as for the others, it wouldn't be as easy. So they took what they could get. In the summer of 1988, Bob was charged with Larry Pearson's murder, and if found guilty, he would be facing the death penalty.

On August 3rd, 1988, Bob was brought before Circuit Court Judge Alvin Randall and, to everyone's surprise, pled guilty. Now, the only reason Bob pleaded guilty in the first place was so that he wouldn't get the electric chair. But what about his other five victims? The prosecutors made it abundantly clear that he wasn't going to get away with their murders.

and that they were going to make sure he got the death penalty for those cases as well. But in the end, they didn't have a lot of evidence for any of those killings. Now, I know they found that other skull in Bob's closet, the one who belonged to Robert Sheldon, but I don't know if they were able to get a positive identification on that skull, so really all they had on him was the murder of Larry Pearson. Everything else was pretty circumstantial. So once again, they gave Bob a deal.

If you were to give them a full and complete confession on the other five murders, they would take the death penalty off the table.

Bob was already going to spend the rest of his life in jail for murdering Larry Pearson, so he really had nothing to lose. And on December 13th, 1988, he sat down with detectives and gave them a three-day long confession, detailing all five of the other murders. On December 19th, Bob stood in front of Justice Myers and received two life sentences for the murders of Larry Pearson and Robert Sheldon with no chance of parole.

In addition, he received four conditional life sentences for the second-degree murders of Jerry Howell, Walter Ferris, Todd Stoops, and Mark Wallace. From there, Bob was sent to the state penitentiary in Jefferson City, Missouri to serve out his life sentences. He would eventually sit down with a local television news station and give an interview.

This time, he suggested that he wasn't the monster he had been portrayed as in the media, and even blamed the police department for not doing their job properly and protecting the sex workers in Kansas City. You said, I want the police to explain why they allow the loved ones of families to die in the convenient area of 10th and McGee. I don't think any family of my victims or anybody else that has been killed down related to 10th and McGee

are going to be happy to find out that their loved one is basically written off by the police as far as investigations go, etc.

Because they died in a convenient neighborhood. The police knew what was going on, so it's no big deal. And that accounts for your remark to me, and I don't mean at all to make light of it, that I killed six, but they, the police, by allowing this to stay open, they killed more. Yes. This has been something that's been going on for over 20 years, to my knowledge. It seems to me that you're suggesting that had the police done their job,

Had they followed the leads, had they really been on your case prior to April 2nd, 1988, they would have caught you and some of the suffering could have been prevented. Maybe not caught me. Scared me off maybe. Prevented things from happening after Hal. Definitely. In a way, do you wish they had? Yes.

To try and help his image, Bob even announced that he was going to set up a fund of $50,000 for his victims' families. I mean, how crazy is that move? In response, Todd Stoops' mother actually sued both Bob and his home insurance company, Economy Fire and Casualty, for wrongful death. In the end, now this is crazy, she was awarded $5,000.

The largest amount ever awarded in a wrongful death civil suit. Now, sadly, Bob obviously couldn't afford to pay this. So instead, Todd's mom would collect any of Bob's future earnings, which sadly, once again, wouldn't amount to much. - While in prison, Bob would complain about the harsh treatment he received. He said that the guards were unfair, that they withheld his blood pressure medication,

And he would actually file a number of lawsuits against the prison, the police department, and even the local media. Bob didn't like the way he was being portrayed. When everyone started calling him the Kansas City butcher, he was appalled by the disrespect.

even though he had quite literally chopped their bodies up like a butcher. Bob Berdella is one of those killers that didn't like to take responsibility for his crimes. Sure, he admitted to doing it, but in his mind, the police were to blame.

Not him. But in 1992, Bob Berdella's karma seemed to catch up with him. On October 8th, he complained of chest pains. They quickly rushed him to the hospital. But at 3:35 that day, he was pronounced dead from a heart attack. He was just 43 years old.

When word spread about his death, there were mixed emotions throughout the community. Some people were disappointed that he only had to serve four years in prison, but others were happy that he died, that the world was rid of a sadistic killer. In the years after Bob's crimes, Kansas City was shocked by the horrific murders that took place at the house on 4315 Charlotte Street. Like Bob Berdella, the house blended in amongst the quiet neighborhood.

If you were to have driven by, you'd have had no idea that it served as a makeshift torture and murder dungeon. But for the Kansas City residents, they couldn't stand to look at it. Evil just seemed to permeate from the home. And it was a horrific reminder of the horrors that took place from 1984 to 1988. So eventually, a local businessman bought the house and paid to have it demolished.

Just a bunch of earth is all that's left of 4315 Charlotte. But some people will never forget the house, nor the man who lived here. Bob Berdella, Kansas City's most infamous serial killer, is dead. He died in prison after his victims were killed in his home. Berdella confessed to sexually and physically torturing six men here. But some believe there were more victims and hope digging up the house might unearth some secrets.

That's why millionaire Del Dunmire, who owns the property, had workers carefully tear it down. Private Detective Ashley Hearn was here in 1988 when the truth came out, and he's been here for the past five weeks, making sure no other bodies turned up. He says the stairs to the basement will be saved, as well as this drain.

reportedly used to carry away the blood of Berdella's victims. - Well, this appears to be the final chapter of the Berdella story and no one could be happier than those who live on either side who will split the property. - Bob Berdella was so evil, so depraved, his crimes are often ranked with killers like John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer. Except strangely enough,

Not many people even know about his crimes, likely because his victims were never found. If investigators found their bodies in the crawl space or floating in vats of fluid, then many more people would know his name. But Bob Berdella was a different kind of killer.

He specifically targeted people that in his mind were "disposable" - men that were sex workers, drug addicts, people who were estranged from their families. After capturing these men, he tortured and raped them for as long as he possibly could, only stopping when their bodies gave out on them. And then he would dismember them, putting their body parts on the curb, trash bags,

Their remains would then be dumped in the Kansas City landfills, never to be seen again. The thought of six young men, all cut up into pieces, sitting amongst tons and tons of trash is heartbreaking, for lack of a better word. And in Bob Berdella's mind, these men were just that, trash. But that was not the case. Each of these men were young. They had families and people that loved them.

Despite the recent situations and their lives mattered, the bodies of his victims, Jerry Howell, Robert Sheldon, Mark Wallace, Walter Ferris, Todd Stoops, and Larry Pearson have never been found.

And many people believe that Bob Berdella had many more victims. In fact, from 1984 to 1988, the span of Bob's crimes, 47 people were reported missing from Kansas City's 10th and McGee, the very location where Bob was known to pick up his victims. Many of those people were never found, leaving us to question whether or not they crossed paths with the Kansas City butcher.

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And just so many questions still left in the case for me, but we can talk about all of that another time.

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