At 9.30 p.m. on Easter Sunday in 1975, police in Hamilton, Ohio, responded to reports that a person had been shot.

When officers looked inside the house, they noticed uneaten meals and half-finished cups of coffee sitting on the table alongside brightly wrapped Easter eggs.

The only thing that was out of place were the 11 bodies lying on the floor covered in blood.

This is Monsters.

Music James Urban Rupert was born on March 29, 1934 in Hamilton, Ohio, the younger of two children.

Hamilton is a quiet Midwestern town nestled alongside the Great Miami River, 20 miles or 32 kilometers north of Cincinnati. The town was once a thriving

industrial area, which was renowned for its steel, paper, and manufacturing plants. It gained the nickname

the city of sculpture for its appreciation of the arts and public monuments crafted from locally

refined metals. To this day,

it's known for its 19th century architecture and historic neighborhoods. But back when James arrived

in the early 1930s, the soul of Hamilton had been decimated by the Great Depression.

Many of the once booming factories had slowed down or shut completely,

and many of the city's families were plunged into poverty. James's parents, Leonard, and Charity

Rupert were barely making ends meet with one child, and when their youngest came along,

things only got worse. Leonard lost his job and turned to alcohol

to numb his feelings. He was already a strict disciplinarian and the alcohol only made him

meaner. Charity was the main caregiver for the children, but she was emotionally cold and

distant, particularly when it came to her youngest son. She often targeted

James with belittling comments, like calling him useless, a failure and stupid. His father was no kinder,

often telling James that he would never have a job or live independently. James was a small,

sickly, and awkward child. He suffered from bronchial asthma,

which started at age two, which meant he had a lot of trouble breathing. His symptoms were

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