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A book by an ex- cop, convicted lady- killer, and al

KILLER FICTION: A SAMPLER
© 1990 Media Queen Ltd. Inc.

This book was written by ex-cop, convicted lady-killer and accused serial killer GJ Schaefer. Schaefnvicted of 2 murders in 1973 and connected to a string of others. His convictions relied on h nrdcininto evidence of his sensational writings, which convinced the jury that he was a kile.
The book is divided in three major sections with an afterword. Selections from the manuscripts seizece in 1973 are included in Section Three: Actual Fantasies.

Sections One and Two were penned from solitary confinement in Florida State Prison, mailed to Sondraand first published by Media Queen in 1989. The manuscript was seized by prison authorities n eoe rmSchaefer's possession as "material unsuitable in the possession of a prisoner."

Portions of the manuscript of Killer Fiction were introduced into the public record in US District C part of the controversy over whether they prove that Schaefer is a killer or a writer, and hte ea h right to write, and Media Queen the right to publish, his his lurid and sensationalstris.

SECTION ONE: WHORES ? WHAT TO DO ABOUT THEM

These stories of sexual depravity and homicidal rage were written by GJ Schaefer in 1989 from solitaement in Florida State Prison at Starke.

Grand Theft

I'd spent a rough night with a 15 year old runaway before planting her in the muck. She'd be on permn, helping keep the sod green. Poke 'em and plant 'em, no strings attached. Except the one aon e ek

Payday

Client gets in the ambulance and there's this little bimbo in a nurse constume, and while Frank rollthe area the client bangs the nurse. Cops don't fuck with no ambulance, right?

Spring Break

I liked her voice. It had a soft, bored, sexy tone. Languorous. Her accent was finishing-school clasn underlying hint of arrogance. She was a college cunt out slumming, spending Daddy's money.Iwne e . dead.

Cut Bait

I tie the long nylon rope around her neck; throw her gutted corpse out into the current. A huge bullmes to the surface with the bait in his jaws, shaking it like a terrier with a rat, ripping taatwt lshing side-to-side motions. The line goes slack. Shit! Bait's gone!

Whores ??What to DO About Them

Whores. You know how they are. All they want is money and a big, stiff dick up the hole, but mostly . We'd discuss it. Good girls versus nice girls, but what it actually came down to was virgisadwoe.

SECTION TWO: STARKE STORIES

These stories of prison life were written by Schaefer in 1989 in solitary confinement in Florida Sta at Starke.

My Ticket to the Society of Fiends

Turns out I am a HERO to Bundy. You cannot imagine how I felt having the famous fiend in awe of me. billed at one time on the front pages of newspapers and detective magazines as "The Greates asMree f Women This Centryl," and that is no small statement. It's a real good ticket into heSoiey f ieds

Newcock

That's what we call them. Brand spanking new and fresh off the prison bus. As terrified and vulnerababe spewed from the safety and comfort of his mama's womb. The boys are about to be given a pca dcto, and they won't be writing home to Mommy about it ? or to anyone else.

Death House Screams

In prison you hear a lot of screams. The one we heard was a scream of outrage, not a death scream. Nnd you hear when someone gets a shank in his guts and the killer rips open his victim's bell n i olges screaming off to Hell. It wasn't like that at all.

Early Release

"Right here on your sheet, Boy, says The Butcher of Blind Creek. Got you some experience, says here.by their ankles and opened up their bellies. Figured you'd like the packing plant since thatsyu tl.Hard it said them sows scream like real women. Hang em, gut 'em, listen to 'em scream Tlkabutho havn,says right here you get off on that shit. Now get the hell out of my office.

Nigger Jack

Curly Bill was one of the slimiest human slugs ever to crawl out from between a whore's legs, but heod storyteller. "There's the kind I tell The Man when he comes snooping around. Then there'stetu ato what happened the night the Captain strapped a Tutweiler cunt to Old Sparky and sheroe helihtin dwnto the flaming pit of Hell. Now what sort of yarn do you fancy, Jerry?" "Theonewit th smkin hoe."
SECTION THREE: ACTUAL FANTASIES

These are the stories that were seized by police in 1973 and used as evidence in court to convict thof murder. Also included in the book are his drawings of female executions.

Murder Plan

In order to remain unapprehended, the perpetrator of an execution-style murder such as I have planneke precautions. One must think out well in advance a crime of this nature, in order for it t ok ewl eed an isolated area, accessible by a short hike, away from any police patrols or pakig ovrs

Into the Mind of the Ghoul

There is a drive within me so powerful that it completely takes over my sense of reason and values. he mercy of this insane maddening drive to commit the ultimate crime of horror, and only whe ti oewl I be at rest. I have to fight off this desire every day of my life. Why? Why? That s hequston I Icold understand what causes these emotions then I might be able better to combt tem.
Powerline Road

A week later I couldn't believe I had done it so I went back and began to dig in order to make sure just my imagination. When I got to her knees the stink began. God, did she smell. I dug alltewydw oher cunt. I filled the hole but first masturbated on her corpse. Several times I dughe u ad vey im te stench was so bad I couldn't bear to complete the job. You see I wanted he hed.

Expecting Dinner

Another few weeks and she was out from under the lilies again. I tried to sink her with a few blastsshotgun. I would almost puke when I got a whiff of her corpse. I would always go there and ba f oadhr, just out of range of the smell. It seemed even the maggots didn't want anything t d wthhe ate acetain point.

AFTERWORD: SEX, DEATH & INSANITY

In this essay, Schaefer candidly discusses Killer Fiction and his infamy as an accused serial killerrom the sensationalism, important topics include the links between sex and death, the issue fisnt,adthe right to write.





 
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