England 1896, Amelia Dyer ,
Amelia preyed on mothers who could not afford to keep their babies and offered to give them a “better life”. Instead, she pocketed the pay and strangled babies to death with a dressmaking tape then afterwards dumped their remains in river Thames
Hong Kong 1982, the Jar Killer ,
“He lived in an apartment with his parents and younger brother so when he returned home with the dead bodies of his victims, he hid their corpses under the sofa in the living room until the family left for the day” — South china morning post
Columbia 1999, Luis Alfredo Gavarito ,
139 confirmed murders.
He used to either cut his victims throats or stab them with screwdrivers or knives and then dismember their bodies. Investigation of several corpses showed signs of prolonged torture
Kenya 2010, Philip Onyancha ,
“My target was to kill 100 women. I managed 17 and there were 83 to go” — The Daily Nation
“She looked very delicious. My intention was not to kill her, but eat her. As I looked at her corpse I was sad because I realized I had lost a good friend. I remember thinking, if only she would have let me eat her, just a little bit” — Issei Sagawa
BEFORE ALL THAT…
At the beginning of time, in a small quiet village named Casco, lived ordinary people — all of whom were capable of ordinary crimes under the right circumstances but were incapable of conceiving the idea at this very early stage of human existence — with no greater goal than to provide for their families and sing and dance during the summer communal festival. Up until a few weeks ago, the inhabitants of Casco did not have the slightest idea what evil was nor was fear a component in the normal range of their emotions. It would seem that before now, the residents of Casco had been living in a dream and only just now had they emerged from the world of dream and had been brutally thrust into the real world with real people confronting real and very dark problems. They had been so busy being innocent, loving and caring for their families and minding their own business that they had been completely unaware of the evil living in their midst. The idea that these three monsters, all whom they were now actively tirelessly hunting down, had been celebrities who were widely admired and celebrated as pioneers of a “new art form”, was laughable, and specifically deadly.
Raya had been a nurse working at a small clinic in a neighboring village. She might not have been the smartest or the most interesting girl around, but nevertheless, she was the kind of medical officer you want keeping your health in check. The kind of girl you might even have wished your son would end up with some day. But behind that pretty face and quiet demeanor lurked a monster the like of which no one had seen.
Raya had lost her only male companion and lover, with whom she had been engaged to be married, to an unknown illness. When her husband-to-be died, she refused to accept his death. She cried until she didn’t want to cry anymore. She made a conscious decision to keep her husband-to-be warm in their bed, as he was “sleeping”, with the hope that he will wake up from his momentary rest and they’d get married. She washed him at night before going to bed and found a way to preserve his lifeless body from rotting away. As days went by and weeks turned into months and her once good looking dead husband-to-be had transformed into something that only reminded her of the idea of her fiancée but had nothing of the slightest resemblance to him, she saw it unfair and undeserving for anyone else to have a happy marriage if she could not have her fiancée back. This very thought was what was to become the beginning of what was to be called murder. At first, her victims were unsuspecting couples walking home from a date or family gathering. She walked around with a tiny unnoticeable needle which she hid beneath her coat or glove, with some kind of paralysis effect as her victims were rendered instantly immobile upon the administration of the injection. Then she would carry their dead bodies back to her home, since by now nobody had known about burying the dead, where they lived together as a big unhappy family. To prevent their corpses from smelling, she took the same good care of them as she did for her sleeping husband.
Miserere had sat on this stiff wooden chair for more than a decade and had listened to hundreds various stories from couples who had come to him as a last resort to salvage their union. Throughout his long successful career as a marriage counselor, he had formulated a winning strategy; he kept his relationship with his work as one would keep his relationship with his tie — he wore it only for a formal occasion and thereafter take it off and only remembered its existence in the next formal event. So when he got back home to his cat he didn’t even recall the names of his clients. But this one couple who had visited him was different. The story they had walked into his office with was the oldest in the book; a cheating husband, and the pain he had seen on the woman’s face was not a new phenomenon to him, rather it was particularly a regular occurrence, and yet he could not stop thinking about this case.
He could not get his mind out of the sorrow and pain he had felt in the woman’s voice. In all the three sessions they had come in for their session, the lady never cried nor had she shown the slightest sign to shed a tear, but Miserere — and anyone who had lived long enough to know a thing or two about human behavior — had clearly seen the tears of her heart and all the pain she hid beneath her chest. The unfaithful husband had on the other hand owned up to his mistake and had begged her forgiveness and promised to be a better man.
For days he hadn’t known why he was so emotionally invested in the case. Was it because of all the pain the good woman was going through or was it the sheer emptiness of the man’s apologies or was it all the years’ pain and suffering of his clients coming to him all at once or more practically was it because he was just getting old and felt the urge to impact the world in some way? He had no clue. But what he was sure about was that he wanted relieve the woman of her pain. More specifically speaking, the unfaithful husband had to leave. He had committed a sin and he had to be punished for this. So he tracked him one evening as he was leaving work and killed him in the cruelest of ways. He later on wrote a letter to the suffering woman addressed in his dead husband’s name asking her for one last apology and asking her to free herself from all the pain and misery he had brought her. After that, Miserere couldn’t bring himself to stop. He tracked down society ‘misfits’ and brutally hacked them to death, starting with his former clients, and in the same fashion as his first victim, wrote letters to their families addressed in their names similarly asking for forgiveness and saying goodbye.
Mokwena was a huge lazy man whose life goals involved things such as food, sleep, alcohol, an occasional female company and more food. He had such a profound lack of self awareness so much so that he didn’t even realize how evil he was. Of the three, Mokwena seemed destined to be a killer from a very early stage more than anyone else. He worked at a slaughter house and always preferred working the night shift. It is in one of these night shifts that he accidentally killed his colleague after they got into a small argument. Confused, he put his dead body in the mincer and went on to dump the minced flesh in the woods early in the morning. Later, after he finally came into terms with who he truly was, a cold blooded murderer, he would think back and conclude that this initial killing was anything but an accident.
Mokwena went on to become the most reckless serial killer indiscriminately abducting anyone that crossed paths with him and taking them back to the slaughter where he dismembered their bodies, chopped them into small pieces and put them in the mincer. He would later sell the meat to unsuspecting customers and dump the rest in a nearby forest for the hyenas. It was Mokwena’s actions from among the three that initially drew the people’s attention.
RISE TO STARDOM
When news leaked about the mysterious disappearance of persons, and people began to receive drawings of very familiar faces — that of Mokwena, Miserere and Raya — on their door steps, as soon as these rumors began to catch fire, the three of them became the topic of conversation everywhere and anywhere. Probably the person behind the drawings meant it as an expose and must have been shocked at the turn of events.
It was “normal” at this stage for the people to whisper the names Mokwena, Miserere and Raya in awe as at this point everything was still so much a rumor. In deed there were certain people who had disappeared without a trace for some time but the concept of killing was unheard and unthought-of, and more strictly speaking, there was no substantial proof to back up the hearsay — no dead body, nothing. Further than that, curiosity was a natural human habit and that fanned the rumor more as well as the most fundamental and powerful instinct as a species; survival. In essence, the people, for the first time, questioned their safety and security. The realization that man can take another man’s life was unimaginable and shocked their sense of humanity in its entirety. Shortly after, the drawings came accompanied with that of slain victims and now Mokwena, Miserere and Raya properly became “celebrity monsters”. Perhaps it’s the way this news was delivered to them, or their genuine innocence or perhaps these images of these crimes appealed to a hidden part of them and the knowledge that these ordinary people were capable of murder offered a safe and secure outlet for their darkest thoughts and urges.
THE GHOST DETECTIVE
One man was responsible for the drawings. This was a victim who had narrowly escaped the deadly hands of Mokwena with brutal injuries and had soon after developed a keen interest in the whole aspect of human life, the existence (and the non existence thereof) of it. After exploring the topic deeply and in length, he had concluded that human life by all means certainly did not deserve to be suddenly cut short by fellow man in such a fashion as Raya and her friends in murder had invented. He had decided to keep his identity a secret as he tried to bring the villagers into terms with the reality of these crimes. After his initial attempts were thwarted and instead the same beasts he was trying to bring down got ushered into stardom, he realized he had to change tactics.
THE BREAKING POINT
The drawings increased in number and were now, in addition, accompanied by pieces of the victims’ dismembered body parts as well as more drawings of their families. This went on for some time and while Mokwena, Raya and Miserere had stopped their killings after they recognized that their fame was slowly turning the wrong way and were receiving the wrong kind of attention due to their close proximity to the scenes of these crimes, they panicked and began to make mistakes. Raya knew that she had to get rid of all the corpses from her house while Miserere and Mokwena planned to do their “final” assignments before taking a break.
As fate would have it, every time Miserere, Mokwena and Raya killed, they also died a little. Mokwena was caught in his slaughter performing his “final” job while Raya and Miserere were separately caught in their heinous acts. With all the anger and resentment that had been slowly brewing for months, they were all immediately executed. Raya was tied to a log and drowned in the village’s lake, Mokwena was thrown off a high standing rocky cliff while Miserere was tied to a tree in the forest and left for the hyenas and wolves.
A collaborative work by DRESS and PEKAT. Originally Published on www.pekatphotography.com/blog/casco
~Words by Hajji Mutonye , Dress Creative Agency
~Photography By PEKAT.