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If you don’t know about Ted Bundy

Ted Bundy
If you don't know about Ted Bundy, you're one of the lucky ones, because he is definitely one of the world's most evil serial killers

If you don’t know about Ted Bundy, you’re one of the lucky ones, because he is definitely one of the world’s most evil serial killers, but what is often overlooked amongst the gruesome killings is how the police finally caught the deranged killer. Check out today’s new video to see how one madman’s reign of killing was finally put to an end!

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A young woman walks down an alleyway on her
way home from college, illuminated only in

small puddles of light by the lamps above
her.

Little does she know that a man will be waiting
for her as she emerges into the carpark.

“Poor soul,” she thinks, after seeing
that the well-dressed man is struggling to

carry books to his Volkswagen Beetle – especially
as one of his arms is in a sling.

She walks over to him and offers assistance,
to which the polite and softly spoken man

gives her his utmost thanks.

As she takes some of the books and leans down
to place them in the passenger seat, he hits

her over the head with a tire iron.

He gets in the driver’s seat and leaves
the scene.

He will strangle her like he did many others.

He will do unspeakable things to her.

He’s a quintessential maniac.

His name is Ted Bundy.

The scene we have just described to you was
the modus operandi of this particular serial

killer, well, when he had planned his murders.

Bundy’s thing was to use his good looks,
his speaking skills and his educated demeanor

to lure people into his trap.

At times he’d put his arm in a sling, or
even walk on crutches, to give his victims

a false sense of security.

How harmful could a man on crutches be, one
dressed in a suit driving a cute car?

This is why he was so hard to catch, he just
didn’t fit the profile of a serial killer,

one who did absolutely disgusting things to
people, at the moment they died and after

they died.

He probably should have been caught much earlier
than he was.

After all, when young women went out and never
came back, on a few occasions witnesses came

forward and said they had seen a man lurking
around, a man with one arm in a sling, a man

that drove a VW Bug.
22-year old Brenda Carol Ball was last seen

talking to a guy in a carpark who had brown
hair and an arm in a sling.

Soon after, Susan Elaine Rancourt went missing,
never to return.

Two people came forward after that and said
they’d been approached by a man who wore

a sling.

He’d asked them for help putting some books
into his car, a VW Beetle.

Then on June 11, 1974, University of Washington
student Georgann Hawkins went missing.

Her body would never be found.

We know that she’d been with her boyfriend
and she’d left him after midnight.

On her walk home to her sorority house, she
was spotted by a male friend who was driving

a car.

He shouted out of the window, “Hey George!

What’s happening?”

She chatted with him for a minute or two and
expressed that she was a bit nervous about

her upcoming Spanish exam.

Later, witnesses told the cops that they’d
seen some guy skulking around in an alleyway

close to Hawkins’, a guy whose arm was in
a sling.

One woman said he’d asked her to help him
load a briefcase into a light brown Volkswagen

Beetle.

Little did she know at the time how close
she was to being murdered.

Hawkins wasn’t so lucky.

She fell for the trick, as any helpful person
might.

We know what happened to her because Bundy
later talked about it.

When she was close enough to his car, he hit
her over the head with a crowbar, which knocked

her clean out.

When she came around, she was obviously confused,
although to Bundy’s surprise she seemed

to think that he’d turned up to help her
with Spanish.

She was evidently in shock.

This is what Bundy said about that, “It’s
odd the kinds of things people will say under

those circumstances.”

He strangled her and dumped her body, a body
he would return to on at least three occasions.

You can only imagine how demented he was,
returning to a body that was decomposing.

He had his reasons, but we’ll get to that.

Bundy was brazen, there’s no doubt about
it.

He didn’t ever think he’d be caught.

He thought he was too intelligent for the
police.

After all, he’d worked in politics.

He worked as an Assistant Director of the
Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission

where he wrote a paper on rape prevention.

He did a stint at the Department of Emergency
Services where he talked about missing women

and how to find them.

That’s likely why Bundy didn’t have any
qualms about returning to the alleyway from

where he’d picked up Hawkins.

The day after the abduction he was there at
the same time as the police, hiding in plain

sight as he picked up one of the girl’s
shoes and her necklace.

If he wasn’t picking up girls in a car park
or close by one, he was sneaking into basements

while they slept and then bludgeoning the
victim with some kind of iron bar.

Bundy was like the boogeyman, a serial killer
that crawled through windows and viciously

attacked people while they were at their most
vulnerable.

But he was also a con artist; he played confidence
tricks and he was very good at it.

Investigators knew that when girls went missing
at times a man was seen with an arm in a sling;

a man that owned a VW Beetle.

Surely Bundy was easy prey after that?

How many VW Beetles were there in those areas
where the abductions happened, areas dotted

around the Pacific Midwest?

The reality was Bundy’s reign of terror
was only in the early stages.

The public and police were worried, that’s
for sure.

Young folks stopped hitching rides, and many
became fearful of talking to strangers or

leaving their windows open at night.

Those with most to fear were young, white
women.

Bundy’s victims were almost always in their
late teens or early twenties.

They were Caucasian and most of them were
attractive.

They studied at university and were said to
be intelligent and gifted students.

Another thing was the fact each girl disappeared
at a college where construction work was going

on.

Could the disappearances be linked, wondered
investigators?

They just didn’t know.

They had very little forensic evidence to
work with and there were no bodies.

That didn’t mean the cops thought the girls
had just taken off some place.

Nothing about their personalities and state
of mind suggested that.

Only weeks after Hawkins went missing, two
women were abducted in broad daylight at Lake

Sammamish State Park not far from the city
of Seattle.

Bundy had first approached five women in the
park, and in what they later described as

a Canadian or British accent, the man introduced
himself as Ted.

Ted, dressed in a pressed white tennis outfit,
with one arm in a sling, politely asked them

if they could help him unload a sailboat from
his bronze-colored Volkswagen Beetle.

Four of them said no, but one followed him
to his car.

Thankfully, she ran away when she became aware
that there was no sailboat.

That day, Bundy managed to enlist one woman
for help and he later abducted another close

to a restroom.

Both would die.

Did he kill one in front of the other?

He once said that was true, but close to his
execution date he recanted that terribly bleak

detail.

This is not a story about his crimes, though.

What we want to know is how the hell did police
not get closer to Bundy seeing as he was using

the same car and the same sling trick and
so the same modus operandi.

He even told the girls that escaped that he
was named Ted.

What more did the cops need?

A written confession?

They were closer, but still a long way from
getting him.

They at least now had a good description of
this Ted guy and it did look quite like him.

In no time at all, this sketch appeared in
many newspapers and was shown on TV.

Remember that we said Bundy worked at the
Department of Emergency Services.

Well, one of his co-workers there saw that
sketch and heard about the VW Beetle and she

knew she was looking at her colleague.

Mr. Bundy.

She made a call to the cops as did another
person that knew Ted Bundy.

The cops at the time were receiving something
like 200 of these calls in one day, and they

quickly assumed that a clean-cut law student
with no criminal record couldn’t be behind

the abductions.

Serial killers didn’t look like that, or
so they thought.

The heat was on, though, and Bundy knew it.

A couple of months after his last murder,
bones were being found.

Those bones were the remains of his victims,
scattered in various places where the cops

hadn’t thought to look.

It was fortunate for Bundy then that he was
accepted to study at the University of Utah

Law School.

He packed his bags and headed south in August
of ‘74.

He was only in Utah a month when he started
killing again.

September 2, a hitchhiker.

October 2, a 16-year old girl.

October 18, a 17-year old girl from a pizza
parlor.

It turned out that she was the daughter of
a police chief.

After her decomposing body was found on a
hiking trail the postmortem exam revealed

that Bundy had kept her alive for perhaps
seven days.

Each had been subjected to the most brutal
depravity, although Bundy admitted years later

that after he killed them, he shampooed their
hair and applied makeup to their faces, keeping

them in a state that he liked.

He wanted the physical possession of the remains,
and he wanted to do what he wanted to them.

He sometimes chopped them, sometimes kept
heads in his apartment; and he dressed them

the way he wanted them to look.

Then he took a photograph.

“When you work hard to do something right,”
he once said, “You don’t want to forget

it.”

More abductions happened, more murders, as
well as attempted abductions.

The disappearances were reported in the media,
and after reading about them a woman named

Elizabeth Kloepfer who’d dated Bundy back
when he was in Washington put two and two

together.

She not only called the King County cops and
told them she thought she had been dating

the killer, but she also called the Salt Lake
County Sheriff’s Office and said the same

there.

She was still talking to Bundy at this point
on the telephone, but she didn’t say anything

about her calls.

For her, the sketch looked like Bundy; the
car was Bundy’s, and so the murders following

him around was just too much of a coincidence.

Bundy then started killing in Colorado.

Things didn’t change much.

Death by blunt force trauma, sometimes strangulation;
bodies dumped, mutilated, sometimes wearing

clothes that weren’t theirs.

1975 drew to an end and there were more victims,
some whose bodies have never been found.

1976 turned out to be another bloody year,
so how come the Washington cops weren’t

at the very least looking at Bundy?

They only did that after they discovered a
new toy, a computer and a database.

They found they could input data about the
murders and the computer would compare that

data to data already in the system.

Thousands of names were in that database,
but only 26 names matched the crimes.

Bundy’s was one of them.

The problem was connecting the Utah and Colorado
murders to the Pacific Midwest murders.

At the time there was no large database connecting
all the states’ police departments.

The fact of the matter was, while the cops
should have known better after the tip offs,

because Bundy moved around, he managed to
evade capture.

But then he was pulled over by a cop in a
Salt Lake City suburb after he’d been driving

around looking suspicious.

On searching Bundy’s car, the cop found
quite the collection of suspicious items:

a ski mask, trash bags, handcuffs, a crowbar,
lengths of rope, and an ice pick.

All that was pretty much the consummate serial
killer stash.

It didn’t take long for the cops to understand
that they might have a maniac on their hands.

They had the phone call from Bundy’s lover
in their records and they had his car description

from one of the abductions.

Still, after searching his house the police
didn’t have enough on him to keep him.

One thing they didn’t find that day was
a bunch of photographs of his dead victims.

Things would have been very different had
they discovered those awful snaps.

Bundy was on the loose again, but he was being
monitored all day long.

Some of the cops flew to Seattle to speak
to Bundy’s lover.

She told them that some things just didn’t
add up.

Such as, why did he keep crutches in the house.

And what about that plaster of Paris, not
to mention the surgical gloves, big knives,

a meat cleaver, and a bag full of women’s
clothes.

Bundy was certainly in a fix now, but he was
by no means done.

He sold his beloved Beetle, but that was soon
sequestered by investigators who gave the

interior a good going over.

What they found were strands of hair from
females, and those females were very likely

victims of murder.

Police brought Bundy in and put him in a line
up, but they only had enough evidence to possibly

put him on trial for aggravated kidnapping
and attempted criminal assault.

His parents paid his $15,000 bail and off
he went once again, a free man, but under

heavy round-the-clock surveillance.

He actually lived with his lover again while
he was on bail, which should have been a very

strange time for her.

At this point the lead investigators from
Utah, Washington, and Colorado, all finally

got together and shared their stories and
what evidence they had.

They were pretty darn sure that they had a
serial killer on their hands, and an utterly

depraved one at that.

Before they could get him for murder, though,
he faced trial for kidnapping and assault.

He was found guilty and sentenced to one-to-15
years in the Utah State Prison.

While in there, he was charged with just one
of the murders.

Bundy was a desperate man around this time,
likely knowing that his crimes, or most of

them, would catch up with him and he’d be
looking at the death penalty.

He chose to defend himself, and because of
that he didn’t have to wear handcuffs or

leg shackles in court.

On one of those court appearances he managed
to convince the court he needed the library

and he leapt from a window.

He actually survived for six days around the
wilderness of Aspen mountain but was eventually

picked up by the cops.

The case against him for that one murder was
actually quite weak, but it seemed that Bundy

believed they would get him.

If he was done for that case, more cases might
follow.

Over a period of six months, he got his hands
on a floor plan of the jail.

He saved money after getting it smuggled in
by visitors and he also got himself a hacksaw.

On December 30, 1977, Bundy filled his bed
with books so it might look like he was sleeping.

He then got through the ceiling and into an
apartment.

There he changed into civilian clothes and
then walked out of the jail.

He went from Chicago to Atlanta to Florida
in stolen cars, only stopping to steal certain

items or wallets from people.

On January 15, 1978, he walked around at night
in Florida State University.

In the early hours of the morning, he assaulted,
bludgeoned, strangled, and bit three sleeping

women in three different rooms, all within
about 15 minutes.

Two of them survived, but were very badly
injured.

He left the sorority house and went to an
apartment building, where he viciously attacked

another girl, fracturing her skull and jaw.

There he left behind one of his favorite things,
his pantyhose mask.

Police also found sperm and hair samples.

Bundy later drove to Jacksonville where he
abducted and killed a 12-year old girl.

A few days later he was stopped by a police
officer.

During questioning,he kicked the man’s legs
and ran for it.

The cop fired warning shots, but Bundy kept
running.

He was too slow.

He was tackled, and in spite of his best efforts,
he couldn’t get the gun from the cop.

Bundy was done for, sat in the car, handcuffed,
on his way to certain death.

Still, this Florida policeman didn’t know
who he had in the car.

He was not aware that he was carrying one
of the USA’s most wanted fugitives.

He certainly had no idea that the occupant
of his vehicle would become known as one of

the worst, most vile serial killers of all
time, a demon whose warped brutality knew

no bounds.

And do you know what Bundy said to that cop
while he was in the car?

He said, “I wish you had killed me.”

He eventually confessed to 30 murders, but
there could have been many more.

On January 24, 1989, aged 42, Bundy took his
final breaths in the electric chair.

His last words were, “I’d like you to give
my love to my family and friends.”

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