Some people exaggerate to impress, like claiming they caught a fish this big.

Then there's Henry Lee Lucas, who confessed to killing over 600 people. 600. The guy had

law enforcement running all over the country trying to connect him to unsolved murders, feeding him

burgers like he was some kind of drive-through profit. But was he America's most prolific

serial killer, or just a compulsive liar

with a knack for reading the room? Today, we're diving into the life of a man who went from

a one-eyed kid in a dirt-poor log cabin to one of the most controversial figures in true crime

history. We'll talk about the confessions, the crimes, and about how a task

force, armed with milkshakes and optimism, managed to botch at all. But before we get into that

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Welcome to 10-minute murder.

I killed them every way there is except poison.

Strangulations, knifings, shootings, hit and runs, I had no feelings for the people themselves.

It was just, like I say, as though I left my body, and you just keep stabbing them and imagining

that person's not dying.

Henry Lee Lucas, the man behind this bone-dry confession of violence, was born in 1936 as the

youngest of nine children. Life in Blacksburg, Virginia, wasn't just tough. It was borderline

medieval. The Lucas family lived, crammed into a single-room log cabin

that felt more like a leaky shoebox against the backdrop of harsh Appalachian winters.

The patriarch of the fam Anderson Lucas had already lost both of his legs in a freight train accident,

a detail that earned him the nickname around town,

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