There were two more murders. Fifteen miles away.

The police arrived, they found the telephones and electricity lines.

The weird...

...the desperate need for fame, as reminiscent of a weird religion.

The desperate need for fame can lead many down a dangerous path.

On November 12, 1966, Robert Benjamin Smith finalized his months-long plan for fame, packed a murder kit,

and got ready to cement his name in history, along with heroes Richard Speck and Charles Whitman.

So, if you like your coffee hot but your bones chilled, sit back at start your day with a morning cup of murder.

Robert Benjamin Smith was born in 1948 to a father in the Air Force Reserves.

This meant that the family and the growing boy moved around constantly, making friendship and socialization difficult.

He was a smart boy, but his lack of coordination forced him

to repeat grades and made it difficult to master even ordinary tasks. So this, coupled with the

fact that he was constantly the new boy in school, made him the butt of many jokes and the subject

of teasing from his peers. So he retreated inward. He read books about history and

charismatic figures and became enthralled with the lives of men like Caesar, Napoleon, and President

John F. Kennedy. Then came the tragic day, JFK was assassinated, and the young boy seemed

particularly affected. He begged his family to attend the

funeral. And after his father said no, the boy began keeping a scrapbook full of information on the

murder. The event would prove to be life-changing for Robert Smith, who went from studying heroes like

JFK to men like Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth, Brutus,

Jesse James, and Hitler. The family relocated to Arizona in 1965, and by then Robert had

completely isolated himself and became a complete loner, though his grades were good enough to get

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