I am a 18 year old female and I am really attracted to Ted Bundy. Is this normal?
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Your not alone. When I was about 15 or 16 I found the book stranger beside me read it, and after that I watched everyhing I could find about the subject. I think because I read that and seen the photos at such a young age that my brain made inappropriate connections. Not to mention from what I have read alot of women have rape fantasies. Which in no way would I want to be bundys victems. I'm 31 years old today and still have weird feelings of attraction. I'm a good looking woman, I work as an exotic dancer, and besides that part of my life I'm a normal mom of 3, and I feel no attraction to other serial killers but I do have as fascination with learning about them. The brain is a powerful thing just like some girls are attracted to Justin beiber at a young age your brain is taking in alot and things get confused. Now I never hung posters of Bundy up on my wall I also never admitted it to anyone my weird feelings. My partners actually you could say look ALOT like him and I have a huge sexual attraction to brown eyes. So blame the media fascination with killers and your viewing on it, and move on your not weird or creepy.
You are most probably suffering from a psychological complex known as hybristophilia (more popularly called the Bonnie and Clyde syndrome).
People (mostly women) suffering from this complex are sexually attracted towards a person known for committing violent crimes such as murder, rape, armed robbery, etc. The reasons for this are rooted in evolutionary psychology because such violent criminals come accross as powerful and dominant alpha males and female brains are wired to fall for such alpha males.
Well my dear lady, you are out of luck as your current fascination Ted Bundy was roasted in the year 1989. Ted is Dead.
But since you are a young female who loves reading about true crime, I won't be surprised if someday soon you fall for another monster of Ted Bundy's tribe. Someone who is in jail. Or someone on the loose. Or someone who shows such criminal tendencies. Some other 'alpha male' who is a cold-hearted raping-cum-killing machine. So, here is a small incident that might help you in making a well-rounded judgement in future.
Kenneth Bianchi is an American serial killer who kidnapped, raped, tortured and killed atleast 10 young women ranging from age 12 to 28. He was caught and put behind bars.
While he was in jail, a small-time actress named Veronica Compton fell for him, just as you did for Ted Bundy. She started writing letters to him in jail. Kenneth manipulated her into thinking that he is also in love with her and if he gets out of jail, they have a future together.
Then he planted a seed in her head. If she committs a murder with the same modus operandi as him, investigators will think that the real murderer is still on the loose and they have an innocent man (Kenneth) behind bars. This would lead to his acquittal and release.
Veronica's judgement was so clouded by Kenneth's love, that she actually decided to carry out the plan. She singled out a random female and tried to strangle her. Unfortunately, she was an inept murderer and her victim fled the scene. Veronica panicked and tried to leave the city but she became hysterical and created a scene at the airport. One thing led to another and eventually Veronica and her loverboy's plan got exposed.
Veronica spent two decades of her life behind bars for criminal conspiracy and attempted murder. (While incarcerated, Veronica lost interest in Kenneth and fell for another serial killer Doughlas Clark who decapitated 7 women, but that's the story for another day).
And such cases are not rare. Incarcerated criminals get loads of 'fan mail' and they use their charm on these gullible ladies to manipulate them into doing what they want.
I would advice you to douse all such fascinations and never act on them. If you wish, stay infatuated from a distance.
Be alert. Stay safe.
Is it normal? That may not be the question here: is it good maybe what you are really asking.
I’ve found it is best not to try and normalize anything we are attracted to, because it is all relative.
Ted Bundy was an adult, human male. There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone like that. I must admit he was rather handsome.
As long as this attraction is not lowering the quality of your social or love life, then I wouldn’t worry about it.
Just know that in real life, it wouldn’t have worked out. Bundy would probably kill you just like he did many other women. If you are attracted to that, then I don’t know how to help you.
If it is any consolation, though, Bundy was not the charming murderer with a killer smile that he seemed to be. In reality, he was a scared, lonely man. He couldn’t face women in the bedroom and was so afraid of rejection that he wanted them dead. This is in direct contrast to the confidence and charm that you admire. Most of the time he was drunk and unattractively unruly. He admitted that he failed to understand the basis of social interaction.
It was all an act; Bundy was a facade; Theodore Cowell was an imposter, a wretch and a coward who did nothing with his life. I understand his appeal, but just remember that none of it was his true self, and it would never work in the real world.
And most of all, Theodore Bundy was executed in 1989, cremated, and his ashes spread across the cascade mountain range. He is truly gone. If you continue to be infatuated with him, you will spend your life loving a man whom you will never even be with. It is ok to be attracted to him, but pining after someone you can’t have like that is probably detrimental to your quality of life in the least.
Although intelligent and with the ability to succeed in whatever he put his mind to, he could never follow through with what he begun, showing his true juvenile and irresponsible self. This behavior resulted in Bundy being a complete failure at anything constructive he ever attempted; law school, foreign language, relationships, politics, etc., and he was well aware of this, carrying an ulcerous inferiority complex. Bundy would never admit any responsibility for his many shortcomings, and intended to ride his superficially charming, and handsome facade to "Easy Street," using unethical tactics while campaigning for a republican governor in Washington and sustaining himself emotionally by manipulating weak and sympathetic women into "relationships" and taking advantage of all he could.
Bundys long-festering problem was his extremely deep-seated loathing of women, especially attractive young girls, even children, with a specific look and a certain homicidal allure only Bundy could pinpoint. The internal roiling of such a dark intrinsic pathology would overwhelm Bundys every waking moment, on campus, during class, even shopping was enraging because of all the beautiful coeds surrounding him, yet also frustratingly arousing, a uniquely abhorrent sexual desire that he would soon have to satisfy.
Bundy, despite claims of granduer, murdered 20-30 innocent female women, luring most of them with his ploy of disabilty, usually at night, to assist him in carrying his books to his car. Once there Bundy would ask her to unlock the door of his '68 VW Bug and while she was distracted he would quickly retrieve a tire iron or pry bar from under the vehicle or atop its wheel well and shatter the poor girls skull, before throwing her limp figure into the vehicle, where the passenger seat was removed for this purpose, and then speed off to seclusion to finish his macabre and horrifying rituals.
Usually driving in an alert, frenzied rage to his forested destination, and often inebriated to work up his courage and dull his senses, Bundy would sometime scream profanities at his unconcious or dead passenger, even clubbing her repeatedly without provocation and visciously sinking his jagged teeth into her breasts, buttocks, and thighs. One victim, according to Bundy, regained conciousness and was apparently so damaged from blows to her head that she mistook Bundy for the boy who was supposed to tutor her in spanish. Later, Bundy confessed this to Robert Keppel, describing it as "funny."
Soon they would arrive at Bundys familiar killing ground where he knew he was finally in control; over life and death and how that made him a God. Then he would pull the victim from the vehicle, dead or alive, and savagely rape, bite, beat, degrade, and, if not completely deceased yet, strangle her with a ligature or bludgeon again, sometimes needlessly berating her, showing his truely hideous face, finally unmasked, of a real human monster. Moments later Bundy would again rape the corpse, vaginally, anally, and orally, and repeat this for hours, immersed in the dark silent night to hide his true inner nature as a degenerate necrophile who's only love were death and sex, apparently preferable in that order.
It was the sunrise that usually jarred Bundy back to the stark reality of his current situation and he could then see the dead, battered, human woman beneath his nude body. Illuminated by the soft early light seeping down through the canopy, he could look into her eyes, pupils fixed and dilated, lips blue, skull caved in and deformed, dried blood streams leaving small dark rivulets down her pale, cold face, and her body beginning to stiffen from rigor mortis.
At this point Bundys fantasy had ended and his fun was over. This is where he would vomit in mortified disgust at his past nights deeds, sobbing for himself in selfish despair, pondering his own deviance, but his psychological protection mechanism of had already begun to rationalize and diminish his heinous acts. Later it would get so routine there wouldn't be much afterthought, besides reliving the act itself for his own gratification. Frantically gathering any evidence he may have left at the scene, Bundy jumped into the Bug and accelerated off into the breaking dawn.
This was the typical abduction/murder scenario for Bundy until he changed his Method of Operation and chose to impersonate a police officer in broad daylight to lure another woman from a mall under the pretense that he had apprehended a suspect attempting to break into her car. The victim reluctantly allowed Bundy to drive her to a supposed police barracks but when he suddenly slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrist she tried to jump from the vehicle. Bundy jabbed a pistol into her face and screamed a profane threat, but the 18-year-old fought ferociously anyway and managed to jump from the moving vehicle. A passing motorist frightened Bundy away as the girl sprinted to the safety of the strangers vehicle, who seemingly may have been the only deterrence from Bundy coming back to finish her off.
This was the beginning of Bundys down fall, his arrests and escapes, his deterioration, and his inevitable, and some would say, self imposed, demise in a Florida prison. Bundy escaped victim eventually chose him as her attacker from a Utah police line-up after he was arrested with burglary kits, rape kits, and handcuffs in his VW in a traffic stop after he was spotted parked on a dark street, allegedly smoking marijuana, and then fled from the persuing cop. Bundy was apprehended, convicted, and sentenced to 1 to 15 years for kidnapping but was soon extradited to Colorado to stand trial for another girls murder.
Bundy wasn't about to suddenly start following the rule of law, and so, after careful preparation, he leapt from the second story of the courthouse law library and vanished. Apprehended a week later, nearly frozen and starved to death, Bundy was transferred to the county jailhouse, with greater security and supervision, but just five days after Christmas, 1977, a slimmed down Ted Bundy wriggled up through the ceiling light fixture of his cell and exited down through the jailers apartment next door where he exchanged his inmate jumpsuit for street attire. Bundy then simply walked right out the door into unlimited and unfettered freedom for the second time.
Bundys absence wouldn't be noticed until the next afternoon, but by then he was out of the reach of Colorado, or any of the states that wanted to pin more murder charges on him. This time he would use his freedom to relax and enjoy his new life in sunny Florida. After renting a room with most of the cash he had gathered for his escape, Bundy went walking to absorb the Sun and to also relish his great victory over law enforcement back in CO, and enjoy the fact that he was more clever than an entire state full of cops, all of whom knew his name and his face.
In Florida though, his name was Chris Hagen and Chris was just another young face amongst the throngs of students that paraded across the FSU campus everyday. Hundreds of young women, far too many to count and all so overtly sexual, the girls whistled at him and almost every girl he spoke with was either a tease or a flirt, some were both. Quite different from the Northwest, but so easily trusting were these tanned beauties that they
seemed even more willing to assist a stranger in need. Living in paradise so long must had dulled their senses to detect, or even suspect, when danger was nearby them and death was staring them in the face with that charming smile, innocently asking, "so which sorority are you in?"
That frustrating arousal was back again but after so long the intensity was almost too much; to not act upon it soon would take every ounce of willpower. FSU is the quintessential hunting ground for a young attractive predator to find his perfect prey, an unlimited feast for a starving beast that can hide in sheep's clothing and pounce when they're at there most vulnerable.
Not to take part in his favorite pastime with so many fresh, and tender fruit longing for the plucking, and with more than enough time to do it in, was staggeringly depressing for Bundy. A choice between freedom or fulfilment. The campus was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Now that this painful lust was fully permeating his overactive, yet wantonly depraved libido, and had diminished much of his impulse control, it was only a matter of time before he struck, and when he did it would be a massive release of the ugliest, most evil, rage; the purest hatred and bloodlust that would splatter the front pages across the nation.
After about two weeks of personal restraint, Bundy had only watched the nubile bodies bouncing up and down day after day, tormented. He had hoped alcohol would dull the monstrous urge, or at least slow the tortuous compulsion, but, as Bundy always knew deep inside, it would only gain in strength. Januakry 15th was Bundys breaking point.
As dawn loomed a few hours below the horizon, Bundy set out to enact and satiate his burdening fantasies and finally release himself, if for only a short time, of his virtually crippling, underlying obsession that haunted him even beyond his waking hours. He crept apon a white, two story sorority house with the words "Chi Omega" written in bold black lettering across the front. Bundy chose his implement that night out of convenience, a heavy oak branch about three inches in diameter and approx. 14-16 inches in length, an extremely dense, wieldy, and very destructive weapon.
When Bundy entered the house it was dark and quiet; he was now in his element. Heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation, he climbed the stairs to the second floor corridor. Low voices could still be heard behind one or two of the closed doors but Bundy didn't worry about being interrupted, his focus lay in finding a sleeping victim. He approached one of the doors without light showing from underneath and listened closely; steady breathing from inside. Bundy turned the knob silently, and stealthily entered the darkened room, then quickly latched the door shut behind him.
As his eyes adjusted to the low light he could see a single woman asleep and alone. He brought the club down on her sleeping face, shattering it, then several more blows to permanently disable her, and then strangled her to death with pantyhose. Bundy then raped the dead girl, bitting off a nipple in the process and licking at the gaping head wounds until he ejaculated.
Moving to next room across the hallway where he found another single girl, he repeated his viscious bludgeonings and strangulation, then ferociously sunk his jagged teeth into the woman's buttocks and brutally mutilated her vagina and anus with a can of hair spray.
Bundys wasn't done yet and chose his third room where two twin beds lay to his left, they both appeared to be occupied by one sleeping form each. Bundy positioned himself in the narrow isle between the beds and with explosive force brought his oak club down on the unconscious girl to his right. There was an audible crunch over the deep thud of the impact, and as the other sleeping woman awoke, the club was violently embedded in her skull. She brought her arm up in futile defense but the club shattered it and Bundy alternately bludgeoned each girl, again and again, without a sign of mercy or pity, spreading blood across most of the small room with each rebounding arch of the club.
Bundy finally relented and began to retreat from his repellant deeds, but as he fled the front door he was unknowingly observed from the darkness by a sorority sister returning home late; she would later be the only eyewitness placing Bundy at the Chi Omega house on Jan. 15.
Less than an hour later, blocks from the Chi Omega house, where the police where in full presence after the savagery just forty-five minutes earlier, another SFU student was blitzed in her sleep by a club wielding lunatic, but she survived, perhaps due to the neighbors investigation of concerns of an extremely loud pounding that shook the house
Bundy was losing total control of his once seemless mask of normalcy and calm composure. He was now unkempt, disheveled, and unwashed. Disorganization had overwhelmed his every action now and alcohol fueled those desperate impulses. Almost a month after his first attacks in Florida, Bundy chose a less riskier target to satisfy his perverse needs, a twelve-year-old girl he was seen leading to his van from out front of her middle school. Her partially decayed body was found two months later, strangled and stuffed beneath a pig shed near the Suwanee River, semen stains left on her panties.
The ultimate ending to this true crime epic would come in a form by now familiar to Bundy: a police traffic stop. After he had stolen his signature VW Bug a Pensacola patrol unit had ascertained the vehicle as stolen and began persuit. Bundy would initially attempt to evade but inevitably submitted to the chase, perhaps at this stage so diluted, hoping to persuade the officer into letting him go free. After the cop's attempt to cuff Bundy, the realization that his freedom was at its end and that his return to the wretched confines of prison was inevitable must have hit Bundy like a shot of adrenaline and he broke free and ran. He was quite forcefully subdued by the officer when he fought to escape, a literal fight for his life, he lost. Bundy then confessed to the officer, nearly in tears, that, "You should have killed me."
Yet Florida still had no idea that the car thief they had was Ted Bundy. He began dropping subtle clues about his identity, and how important he was and that they would be famous. Bundy eventually gave his real name and Pensacola finally knew what they had on their hands.
Bundy would participate in over 40 hours of confessions, but never admitting, in the first person anyway, to any crime. Bundys trial for the Chi Omega killings found him guilty and mandated two death sentences. Convicted of the twelve-year-old girls murder, Bundy was given another death sentence.
Theodore Robert Bundy
11/24/46 ~ 1/24/89
I could be petty like some people who have interviewed Bundy and mention his chronic nailing biting and nose picking, but when your on death row for ten years you probably pick up many nervous habits, especially when your under constant threat and intimidation by inmates and guards.
How difficult it is to put all of Theodore Robert Bundys nauseating and shockingly degenerate acts into a cogent narrative. The truly unique perversitys of Bundy, like the fact that, after moving his victims from their original scene of assault, he would revisit these degraded and putrefying corpses repeatedly to engage in yet more necrophilia, even applying lip stick, eye shadow, and rouge to make them more vivacious and attractive during sex to better fulfil his fantasy, going so far as to shampoo their hair weeks after death. With a hacksaw Bundy would sometimes decapitate certain favoured victims and take the head back to his vehicle or apartment for fellating himself at his leisure, also applying makeup and keeping the heads in the fridge to slow decomposition. His many documented acts of mutilating the female genitals and anuses, sodomizing both with steel bars, aluminium cans, and tree branches, and the common occurrence of tearing, flesh-ripping bite marks, probably indicates a signature ritual repeated with most the victims, many were just too decomposed, mainly only scattered bones when discovered, to conclusively prove it.
I’m not sure admiring him is healthy, but I think there is nothing wrong with being fascinated by such a character as Ted Bundy, any other serial killer, or anyone who lives in a peculiar manner, or does things that the vast majority of us would never do.
When I was a teenager, I was obsessed with reading about serial killers. I read about so many and learned about their lives and their crimes in fine detail. I couldn’t get enough of it. Then I moved on to reading about Satanists, then it was religious figures. Recently, I’ve been really interested in hoarders. I tell you all this to say that for some people, there is need to understand how the minds of others work. When someone’s behavior is very aberrant, it can be unsettling and you may feel a driving need to understand what makes these people tick. So you pursue this knowledge in an almost obsessive manner to where you may feel you have an attraction or obsession with the person, when in reality, you just want to understand the mind of someone capable of such aberrant behavior.
The other option is that you have romanticized a monster - in which, you need to hit the brakes now. There’s nothing charming or attractive about Ted Bundy. He was a sadistic, cruel murderer with no remorse or compassion for the brutality he inflicted on others, or the untold suffering their families endured. Imagine how his victims felt as the realization that they had been abducted dawned upon them. Imagine the horrors of the brutal rapes to which these women were subjected. Imagine the fear, panic, and horror they felt as they realized he was going to murder them, and as they felt their life essence drain away. Please don’t romanticize this man. I don’t even know you and I know you are better than that.
attraction is normal, considering that there are plenty of girls your age getting totally fascinated by idols and all sorts of famous people. at the very most, the less usual might simply be your "taste" in men, but still its hardly adnormal. ted bundy has plenty of female admirers anyway.
as long as you dont cross the line and imitate his crimes, i wont think you need to be locked up over a bit of crush on some "historical villian".
It’s pretty creepy yeah.
Find something better to do with your time than admire a serial killer who thought is was fun to kidnap, torture then murder women for no other reason than his own amusement.
There have been, and probably will be, numerous women attracted to men who have been convicted of ghastly crimes, perhaps even including violence against women. You are uncommon but by no means unique.
My source is someone I know who once worked with prisoners and convicts, and saw who came to visit the prisons.
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