From about 15 years on and up a great deal of my thoughts were basically unshareable.

We are all evil in some form where

in another.

Yes, I am not 100 hundred percent, but I am you.

My mother was a sick, angry, hungry, and very sad woman. I hated her but I wanted to love my mother.

This is serial killing a podcast.

Hello and welcome to Serial Killing a Podcast where we also veer off the serial

killer path to delve into other topics within our beloved true crime community.

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our little community grow. In this week's podcast, I thought we might expand a bit from one of my last

podcasts which was titled if I can't have you and delve into the minds of

obsessed fans who go on to murder the very people they claim to love or respect.

And if you hear thunder outside, it's because it's storming.

So we will start with one that some of my younger listeners might not have heard of, the tragic story of Rebecca Schaefer.

She was born on November 6, 1967 in Eugene, Oregon into a Jewish American family.

Her parents were Dr. Benson and Dana Schaefer.

Benson was a child psychologist and Dana was a writer and professor at Portland

Community College. She was their only child and appeared to have been

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