Hi friends, how are you today? They're doing construction outside, nothing I could do about it.

I hope you're having a wonderful day today. My name is Bailey Sarian and today is Monday,

which means it's murder, mystery, makeup, Monday!

If you are new here, hi! Every Monday I sit down and I talk about a true crime story that's been

heavy on my noggin, heavy. And I do my makeup where I just get ready for my day at the same time.

If you are interested in true crime and you like makeup, I would highly suggest you hit that

subscribe button. All right, before we hop in today's story, I do need to add a disclaimer. Yes, I do.

Warning. The following presentation is intended for mature audiences. It contains graphic

descriptions. It contains graphic descriptions of crime scenes, adult dialogue, and strong language.

Viewer discretion is advised. But other than that, yes, let's just hop, jump, and skip,

scatoodle right into it. I have gotten requested a lot to do this story. I kind of was avoiding it

because I try to avoid stories that are super well-known just because I feel like it's been told

so many times. What else can I add to the story, you know? But I'm doing it anyways. I like to give

into you guys. His name is Richard Ramirez, aka the Night Stalker. So Richard was one of five

children and his father was a former police officer who was working in Juarez, Mexico. Here it comes.

But he ended up leaving Mexico and he went to work on the Santa Fe Railroad, the whole family relocated

to Texas. So his father was a very hardworking man and was determined just to provide for his family,

as, you know, a parent should. But he was prone to bursts of anger and he would often physically

abuse his wife and his children. It was like a very toxic environment, a very angry, angry father.

At the age of two, Richard was struck in the head with like a falling piece of furniture,

which doesn't sound that bad, but, you know, furniture is so dangerous. But this falling piece of

furniture ended up cutting a big gash in his head on his forehead. And then when he was five

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