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Narrator: Boo RhodesWriter: SM KingIntro Music
Don't Go Around that Corner - Boo RhodesBackground Ambience
Abyss - MYUUBeware of the vampires of Northern California. Truly terrifying and frightening! These stories of people who believe they are vampries will chill your blood. Maybe that's a good thing, would you enjoy cold blood as a vampire?Hello, it’s Spooky Boo from Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time. I’m sitting here in the lighthouse in Sandcastle, a little unknown town in Northern California where the fog rolls in from the ocean and settles here quite nicely. It keeps us hidden from tourists and those pesky people who enjoy stopping for a bite to eat down Highway 1. They wouldn’t want to eat here anyway for you never know what the old butcher is cooking up in his food. Speaking of food, California has a few infamous vampire serial killers. Many of them hide out here in Sandcastle because the fog often times protects them from the sun. More on those vampires on an evening show, for the day is for true scary stories here at Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time.Two of my favorites to talk about are from Northern California in San Francisco and Sacramento.Let’s start with Richard Trenton Chase: The Vampire of SacramentoImagine the winter of 1977–1978 in Sacramento, California. Christmas lights still twinkled on suburban homes. Families gathered for holiday meals. But something ancient and hungry moved through those quiet streets — something that looked like a man but thirsted like a creature from nightmare.His name was Richard Trenton Chase. To this day, he is remembered as the Vampire of Sacramento, the Dracula Killer. In just one month he slaughtered six people in their own homes, drank their blood, mutilated their bodies, and left scenes so grotesque that veteran detectives still speak of them in hushed tones.This is not just a story of murder. This is the story of a broken mind convinced that only warm human blood could keep him alive.The Making of a MonsterRichard Trenton Chase was born on May 23, 1950, in Sacramento. From the beginning, his world was unstable. His father was a strict, often violent disciplinarian. His mother suffered mental health struggles and once accused her husband of trying to poison her — a paranoid delusion that would later echo horribly in her son’s own mind.By age ten, young Richard already displayed the full “MacDonald triad” — the three warning signs that criminologists say often predict violent behavior in adulthood: chronic bed-wetting, fire-setting, and extreme cruelty to animals. He tortured cats, dogs, and other small creatures. He set fires. He wet the bed long past the normal age.As a teenager, the problems deepened. He became a heavy drinker and drug user — alcohol, marijuana, LSD, and anything else he could get his hands on. He had multiple short relationships with girls, but suffered from impotence. A psychiatrist told him the cause was “repressed rage.” The rage never left. It only grew.By his early twenties, Chase had become a full-blown hypochondriac. He believed his body was rotting from the inside. He thought his heart was shrinking. He shaved his head so he could watch his skull change shape. He once checked himself into a hospital claiming someone had stolen his pulmonary artery.In 1975, things spiraled. Chase injected rabbit blood into his veins and nearly died of blood poisoning. Hospital staff nicknamed him “Dracula” because of his obsession with blood. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and institutionalized. Doctors tried antipsychotic medication. For a short time it seemed to help.In 1976 he was released into his mother’s care. She stopped giving him his medication, saying it “dulled” him. Soon after, she helped him get his own apartment. It was the worst possible decision. Alone, the voices in Richard Chase’s head grew louder.He began capturing neighborhood pets — dogs, cats, rabbits. He would disembowel them while they were still alive, drink their blood warm, or blend their organs with Coca-Cola into grotesque “milkshakes” to stop his heart from shrinking. Neighbors saw him carrying dead animals into his apartment. One woman watched him take three pets inside in a single day. No one called the police. No one understood how close they were to true evil.The Thirst AwakensBy late 1977, Richard Chase was 27 years old, thin, pale, and hollow-eyed. He bought a .22 caliber semiautomatic pistol. He told himself he needed it for protection against the “death rays” that UFOs and the government were firing at him to steal his blood.The killing began on December 29, 1977.Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two, was helping his wife carry groceries from their car into their East Sacramento home. A yellow station wagon cruised slowly past. Richard Chase leaned out the window and fired. One bullet struck Griffin in the chest. He died almost instantly. Chase drove away, satisfied for the moment. The blood had been spilled. The thirst was fed — but only barely.For the next few weeks Chase wandered Sacramento testing door handles, looking for unlocked houses. He was disorganized, frantic, and completely lost in his delusions. He believed that if he didn’t drink blood, his own would turn to powder and he would die.On January 23, 1978, he found an unlocked door on Tioga Way. Inside was 22-year-old Teresa Wallin. She was three months pregnant with a baby boy she and her husband planned to name Dane. Teresa was taking out the garbage when Chase stepped inside.He shot her in the hand as she raised it to protect herself. The bullet traveled up her arm. He fired again into her head. Then he knelt over her body and fired a third shot into her temple. What followed was pure nightmare.Chase raped her corpse. He stabbed her repeatedly. He carved off one of her nipples. He cut open her torso, pulled out organs, drank her blood from a yogurt cup he found in the kitchen, and smeared her intestines on the walls. He stuffed dog feces down her throat. When he left, he took pieces of her with him.Four days later, on January 27, the horror reached its peak.Chase parked near a shopping center and walked to a house on Merrywood Drive. Inside were 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, her 22-month-old nephew David Ferreira, and her 52-year-old friend Dan Meredith.He shot Dan in the head in the hallway. He shot Evelyn multiple times, raped her body, slashed her throat, and disemboweled her. He stabbed her through the anus into her uterus. He removed organs. He drank blood. He shot little Jason twice in the head. Then he turned to the toddler, David. He shot the baby, mutilated him, drank from him, wrapped the tiny body in a blanket, and carried it out of the house like a grotesque trophy.The next morning, a neighbor discovered the slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere. Organs were missing. The scenes were so horrific that some officers could not finish processing them. A city-wide search began for baby David.Meanwhile, Richard Chase returned to his apartment — covered in blood, drinking from cups, eating the organs he had taken.Capture and the House of HorrorsOn January 28, police knocked on Chase’s door. When he stepped outside, they tackled him. Inside his apartment they found the nightmare made real: blood-stained clothes, organs in the refrigerator, a blender coated with human tissue, and the blanket that still held traces of little David.David’s mutilated body was later found in a cardboard box in a vacant lot between a church and a supermarket.Chase showed almost no emotion during questioning. He calmly described what he had done. He said he needed the blood to survive. He believed Nazis and UFOs were trying to kill him by turning his blood to powder. He thought drinking fresh blood was the only cure.The Trial and the EndAt trial, Chase’s defense pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. Two psychiatrists examined him and concluded he was legally sane at the time of the murders — psychotic, yes, but he knew right from wrong. The jury agreed. After only five hours of deliberation, they convicted him on all six counts of first-degree murder. Three days later they sentenced him to death.On death row at San Quentin, the delusions never stopped. Richard Chase hoarded his antidepressant pills. On December 26, 1980 — just before Christmas — he overdosed and died at the age of 30.The Legacy of the VampireRichard Trenton Chase did not kill for pleasure in the way some monsters do. He killed because, in the shattered landscape of his mind, he believed he had no choice. His crimes remain some of the most disturbing in American history not just because of their brutality, but because they show how far untreated mental illness can go when combined with violence.Sacramento changed after Chase. People started locking their doors during the day. Parents kept children inside. The city that had felt safe suddenly felt watched.Even today, on quiet winter nights in those same neighborhoods, some residents say you can still feel it — a cold presence, a hunger that was never satisfied. Some claim that if you stand near the old crime scene houses after dark, you can smell copper in the air. Others say they hear a faint dripping sound… like blood slowly filling a cup.Richard Chase is gone. But the thirst he carried — that ancient, bottomless need — still whispers to us from the shadows of the human mind.Some monsters are born. Some are made. And some… are simply broken beyond repair.And in the warm California night, they walk among us still.Stay tuned for a brief break. Keep your scarf on and your turtleneck up! We’ll be right back with the next blood sucker after a word from our sponsor.(wait a few seconds)Miles west of the streets of Sacramento, is the cold and foggy city of San Francisco where Joshua Rudiger became the vampire slasher of san francisco.It is the autumn of 1998. San Francisco — the City by the Bay — pulses with neon lights, cable cars, and the en
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Abyss - MYUUBeware of the vampires of Northern California. Truly terrifying and frightening! These stories of people who believe they are vampries will chill your blood. Maybe that's a good thing, would you enjoy cold blood as a vampire?Hello, it’s Spooky Boo from Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time. I’m sitting here in the lighthouse in Sandcastle, a little unknown town in Northern California where the fog rolls in from the ocean and settles here quite nicely. It keeps us hidden from tourists and those pesky people who enjoy stopping for a bite to eat down Highway 1. They wouldn’t want to eat here anyway for you never know what the old butcher is cooking up in his food. Speaking of food, California has a few infamous vampire serial killers. Many of them hide out here in Sandcastle because the fog often times protects them from the sun. More on those vampires on an evening show, for the day is for true scary stories here at Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time.Two of my favorites to talk about are from Northern California in San Francisco and Sacramento.Let’s start with Richard Trenton Chase: The Vampire of SacramentoImagine the winter of 1977–1978 in Sacramento, California. Christmas lights still twinkled on suburban homes. Families gathered for holiday meals. But something ancient and hungry moved through those quiet streets — something that looked like a man but thirsted like a creature from nightmare.His name was Richard Trenton Chase. To this day, he is remembered as the Vampire of Sacramento, the Dracula Killer. In just one month he slaughtered six people in their own homes, drank their blood, mutilated their bodies, and left scenes so grotesque that veteran detectives still speak of them in hushed tones.This is not just a story of murder. This is the story of a broken mind convinced that only warm human blood could keep him alive.The Making of a MonsterRichard Trenton Chase was born on May 23, 1950, in Sacramento. From the beginning, his world was unstable. His father was a strict, often violent disciplinarian. His mother suffered mental health struggles and once accused her husband of trying to poison her — a paranoid delusion that would later echo horribly in her son’s own mind.By age ten, young Richard already displayed the full “MacDonald triad” — the three warning signs that criminologists say often predict violent behavior in adulthood: chronic bed-wetting, fire-setting, and extreme cruelty to animals. He tortured cats, dogs, and other small creatures. He set fires. He wet the bed long past the normal age.As a teenager, the problems deepened. He became a heavy drinker and drug user — alcohol, marijuana, LSD, and anything else he could get his hands on. He had multiple short relationships with girls, but suffered from impotence. A psychiatrist told him the cause was “repressed rage.” The rage never left. It only grew.By his early twenties, Chase had become a full-blown hypochondriac. He believed his body was rotting from the inside. He thought his heart was shrinking. He shaved his head so he could watch his skull change shape. He once checked himself into a hospital claiming someone had stolen his pulmonary artery.In 1975, things spiraled. Chase injected rabbit blood into his veins and nearly died of blood poisoning. Hospital staff nicknamed him “Dracula” because of his obsession with blood. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and institutionalized. Doctors tried antipsychotic medication. For a short time it seemed to help.In 1976 he was released into his mother’s care. She stopped giving him his medication, saying it “dulled” him. Soon after, she helped him get his own apartment. It was the worst possible decision. Alone, the voices in Richard Chase’s head grew louder.He began capturing neighborhood pets — dogs, cats, rabbits. He would disembowel them while they were still alive, drink their blood warm, or blend their organs with Coca-Cola into grotesque “milkshakes” to stop his heart from shrinking. Neighbors saw him carrying dead animals into his apartment. One woman watched him take three pets inside in a single day. No one called the police. No one understood how close they were to true evil.The Thirst AwakensBy late 1977, Richard Chase was 27 years old, thin, pale, and hollow-eyed. He bought a .22 caliber semiautomatic pistol. He told himself he needed it for protection against the “death rays” that UFOs and the government were firing at him to steal his blood.The killing began on December 29, 1977.Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two, was helping his wife carry groceries from their car into their East Sacramento home. A yellow station wagon cruised slowly past. Richard Chase leaned out the window and fired. One bullet struck Griffin in the chest. He died almost instantly. Chase drove away, satisfied for the moment. The blood had been spilled. The thirst was fed — but only barely.For the next few weeks Chase wandered Sacramento testing door handles, looking for unlocked houses. He was disorganized, frantic, and completely lost in his delusions. He believed that if he didn’t drink blood, his own would turn to powder and he would die.On January 23, 1978, he found an unlocked door on Tioga Way. Inside was 22-year-old Teresa Wallin. She was three months pregnant with a baby boy she and her husband planned to name Dane. Teresa was taking out the garbage when Chase stepped inside.He shot her in the hand as she raised it to protect herself. The bullet traveled up her arm. He fired again into her head. Then he knelt over her body and fired a third shot into her temple. What followed was pure nightmare.Chase raped her corpse. He stabbed her repeatedly. He carved off one of her nipples. He cut open her torso, pulled out organs, drank her blood from a yogurt cup he found in the kitchen, and smeared her intestines on the walls. He stuffed dog feces down her throat. When he left, he took pieces of her with him.Four days later, on January 27, the horror reached its peak.Chase parked near a shopping center and walked to a house on Merrywood Drive. Inside were 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, her 22-month-old nephew David Ferreira, and her 52-year-old friend Dan Meredith.He shot Dan in the head in the hallway. He shot Evelyn multiple times, raped her body, slashed her throat, and disemboweled her. He stabbed her through the anus into her uterus. He removed organs. He drank blood. He shot little Jason twice in the head. Then he turned to the toddler, David. He shot the baby, mutilated him, drank from him, wrapped the tiny body in a blanket, and carried it out of the house like a grotesque trophy.The next morning, a neighbor discovered the slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere. Organs were missing. The scenes were so horrific that some officers could not finish processing them. A city-wide search began for baby David.Meanwhile, Richard Chase returned to his apartment — covered in blood, drinking from cups, eating the organs he had taken.Capture and the House of HorrorsOn January 28, police knocked on Chase’s door. When he stepped outside, they tackled him. Inside his apartment they found the nightmare made real: blood-stained clothes, organs in the refrigerator, a blender coated with human tissue, and the blanket that still held traces of little David.David’s mutilated body was later found in a cardboard box in a vacant lot between a church and a supermarket.Chase showed almost no emotion during questioning. He calmly described what he had done. He said he needed the blood to survive. He believed Nazis and UFOs were trying to kill him by turning his blood to powder. He thought drinking fresh blood was the only cure.The Trial and the EndAt trial, Chase’s defense pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. Two psychiatrists examined him and concluded he was legally sane at the time of the murders — psychotic, yes, but he knew right from wrong. The jury agreed. After only five hours of deliberation, they convicted him on all six counts of first-degree murder. Three days later they sentenced him to death.On death row at San Quentin, the delusions never stopped. Richard Chase hoarded his antidepressant pills. On December 26, 1980 — just before Christmas — he overdosed and died at the age of 30.The Legacy of the VampireRichard Trenton Chase did not kill for pleasure in the way some monsters do. He killed because, in the shattered landscape of his mind, he believed he had no choice. His crimes remain some of the most disturbing in American history not just because of their brutality, but because they show how far untreated mental illness can go when combined with violence.Sacramento changed after Chase. People started locking their doors during the day. Parents kept children inside. The city that had felt safe suddenly felt watched.Even today, on quiet winter nights in those same neighborhoods, some residents say you can still feel it — a cold presence, a hunger that was never satisfied. Some claim that if you stand near the old crime scene houses after dark, you can smell copper in the air. Others say they hear a faint dripping sound… like blood slowly filling a cup.Richard Chase is gone. But the thirst he carried — that ancient, bottomless need — still whispers to us from the shadows of the human mind.Some monsters are born. Some are made. And some… are simply broken beyond repair.And in the warm California night, they walk among us still.Stay tuned for a brief break. Keep your scarf on and your turtleneck up! We’ll be right back with the next blood sucker after a word from our sponsor.(wait a few seconds)Miles west of the streets of Sacramento, is the cold and foggy city of San Francisco where Joshua Rudiger became the vampire slasher of san francisco.It is the autumn of 1998. San Francisco — the City by the Bay — pulses with neon lights, cable cars, and the en
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Narrator: Boo RhodesWriter: SM KingIntro Music
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Abyss - MYUUBeware of the vampires of Northern California. Truly terrifying and frightening! These stories of people who believe they are vampries will chill your blood. Maybe that's a good thing, would you enjoy cold blood as a vampire?Hello, it’s Spooky Boo from Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time. I’m sitting here in the lighthouse in Sandcastle, a little unknown town in Northern California where the fog rolls in from the ocean and settles here quite nicely. It keeps us hidden from tourists and those pesky people who enjoy stopping for a bite to eat down Highway 1. They wouldn’t want to eat here anyway for you never know what the old butcher is cooking up in his food. Speaking of food, California has a few infamous vampire serial killers. Many of them hide out here in Sandcastle because the fog often times protects them from the sun. More on those vampires on an evening show, for the day is for true scary stories here at Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time.Two of my favorites to talk about are from Northern California in San Francisco and Sacramento.Let’s start with Richard Trenton Chase: The Vampire of SacramentoImagine the winter of 1977–1978 in Sacramento, California. Christmas lights still twinkled on suburban homes. Families gathered for holiday meals. But something ancient and hungry moved through those quiet streets — something that looked like a man but thirsted like a creature from nightmare.His name was Richard Trenton Chase. To this day, he is remembered as the Vampire of Sacramento, the Dracula Killer. In just one month he slaughtered six people in their own homes, drank their blood, mutilated their bodies, and left scenes so grotesque that veteran detectives still speak of them in hushed tones.This is not just a story of murder. This is the story of a broken mind convinced that only warm human blood could keep him alive.The Making of a MonsterRichard Trenton Chase was born on May 23, 1950, in Sacramento. From the beginning, his world was unstable. His father was a strict, often violent disciplinarian. His mother suffered mental health struggles and once accused her husband of trying to poison her — a paranoid delusion that would later echo horribly in her son’s own mind.By age ten, young Richard already displayed the full “MacDonald triad” — the three warning signs that criminologists say often predict violent behavior in adulthood: chronic bed-wetting, fire-setting, and extreme cruelty to animals. He tortured cats, dogs, and other small creatures. He set fires. He wet the bed long past the normal age.As a teenager, the problems deepened. He became a heavy drinker and drug user — alcohol, marijuana, LSD, and anything else he could get his hands on. He had multiple short relationships with girls, but suffered from impotence. A psychiatrist told him the cause was “repressed rage.” The rage never left. It only grew.By his early twenties, Chase had become a full-blown hypochondriac. He believed his body was rotting from the inside. He thought his heart was shrinking. He shaved his head so he could watch his skull change shape. He once checked himself into a hospital claiming someone had stolen his pulmonary artery.In 1975, things spiraled. Chase injected rabbit blood into his veins and nearly died of blood poisoning. Hospital staff nicknamed him “Dracula” because of his obsession with blood. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and institutionalized. Doctors tried antipsychotic medication. For a short time it seemed to help.In 1976 he was released into his mother’s care. She stopped giving him his medication, saying it “dulled” him. Soon after, she helped him get his own apartment. It was the worst possible decision. Alone, the voices in Richard Chase’s head grew louder.He began capturing neighborhood pets — dogs, cats, rabbits. He would disembowel them while they were still alive, drink their blood warm, or blend their organs with Coca-Cola into grotesque “milkshakes” to stop his heart from shrinking. Neighbors saw him carrying dead animals into his apartment. One woman watched him take three pets inside in a single day. No one called the police. No one understood how close they were to true evil.The Thirst AwakensBy late 1977, Richard Chase was 27 years old, thin, pale, and hollow-eyed. He bought a .22 caliber semiautomatic pistol. He told himself he needed it for protection against the “death rays” that UFOs and the government were firing at him to steal his blood.The killing began on December 29, 1977.Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two, was helping his wife carry groceries from their car into their East Sacramento home. A yellow station wagon cruised slowly past. Richard Chase leaned out the window and fired. One bullet struck Griffin in the chest. He died almost instantly. Chase drove away, satisfied for the moment. The blood had been spilled. The thirst was fed — but only barely.For the next few weeks Chase wandered Sacramento testing door handles, looking for unlocked houses. He was disorganized, frantic, and completely lost in his delusions. He believed that if he didn’t drink blood, his own would turn to powder and he would die.On January 23, 1978, he found an unlocked door on Tioga Way. Inside was 22-year-old Teresa Wallin. She was three months pregnant with a baby boy she and her husband planned to name Dane. Teresa was taking out the garbage when Chase stepped inside.He shot her in the hand as she raised it to protect herself. The bullet traveled up her arm. He fired again into her head. Then he knelt over her body and fired a third shot into her temple. What followed was pure nightmare.Chase raped her corpse. He stabbed her repeatedly. He carved off one of her nipples. He cut open her torso, pulled out organs, drank her blood from a yogurt cup he found in the kitchen, and smeared her intestines on the walls. He stuffed dog feces down her throat. When he left, he took pieces of her with him.Four days later, on January 27, the horror reached its peak.Chase parked near a shopping center and walked to a house on Merrywood Drive. Inside were 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, her 22-month-old nephew David Ferreira, and her 52-year-old friend Dan Meredith.He shot Dan in the head in the hallway. He shot Evelyn multiple times, raped her body, slashed her throat, and disemboweled her. He stabbed her through the anus into her uterus. He removed organs. He drank blood. He shot little Jason twice in the head. Then he turned to the toddler, David. He shot the baby, mutilated him, drank from him, wrapped the tiny body in a blanket, and carried it out of the house like a grotesque trophy.The next morning, a neighbor discovered the slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere. Organs were missing. The scenes were so horrific that some officers could not finish processing them. A city-wide search began for baby David.Meanwhile, Richard Chase returned to his apartment — covered in blood, drinking from cups, eating the organs he had taken.Capture and the House of HorrorsOn January 28, police knocked on Chase’s door. When he stepped outside, they tackled him. Inside his apartment they found the nightmare made real: blood-stained clothes, organs in the refrigerator, a blender coated with human tissue, and the blanket that still held traces of little David.David’s mutilated body was later found in a cardboard box in a vacant lot between a church and a supermarket.Chase showed almost no emotion during questioning. He calmly described what he had done. He said he needed the blood to survive. He believed Nazis and UFOs were trying to kill him by turning his blood to powder. He thought drinking fresh blood was the only cure.The Trial and the EndAt trial, Chase’s defense pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. Two psychiatrists examined him and concluded he was legally sane at the time of the murders — psychotic, yes, but he knew right from wrong. The jury agreed. After only five hours of deliberation, they convicted him on all six counts of first-degree murder. Three days later they sentenced him to death.On death row at San Quentin, the delusions never stopped. Richard Chase hoarded his antidepressant pills. On December 26, 1980 — just before Christmas — he overdosed and died at the age of 30.The Legacy of the VampireRichard Trenton Chase did not kill for pleasure in the way some monsters do. He killed because, in the shattered landscape of his mind, he believed he had no choice. His crimes remain some of the most disturbing in American history not just because of their brutality, but because they show how far untreated mental illness can go when combined with violence.Sacramento changed after Chase. People started locking their doors during the day. Parents kept children inside. The city that had felt safe suddenly felt watched.Even today, on quiet winter nights in those same neighborhoods, some residents say you can still feel it — a cold presence, a hunger that was never satisfied. Some claim that if you stand near the old crime scene houses after dark, you can smell copper in the air. Others say they hear a faint dripping sound… like blood slowly filling a cup.Richard Chase is gone. But the thirst he carried — that ancient, bottomless need — still whispers to us from the shadows of the human mind.Some monsters are born. Some are made. And some… are simply broken beyond repair.And in the warm California night, they walk among us still.Stay tuned for a brief break. Keep your scarf on and your turtleneck up! We’ll be right back with the next blood sucker after a word from our sponsor.(wait a few seconds)Miles west of the streets of Sacramento, is the cold and foggy city of San Francisco where Joshua Rudiger became the vampire slasher of san francisco.It is the autumn of 1998. San Francisco — the City by the Bay — pulses with neon lights, cable cars, and the en
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The original Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time telling spooky, scary stories since 2016. Here you'll find true scary stories, fiction stories, urban legends, and other tall tales from the darkest corners of the internet.
Call in your own true scary story at the number 707-SPOOKYB (707-776-6592) and leave a message of up to 3 minutes, and it might be played on the Splatterday Nightmares YouTube Livestream. You must be 18 years or older to call or have permission from your parents.
Send your true scary stories. Visit my website at
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Don't Go Around that Corner - Boo RhodesBackground Ambience
Abyss - MYUUBeware of the vampires of Northern California. Truly terrifying and frightening! These stories of people who believe they are vampries will chill your blood. Maybe that's a good thing, would you enjoy cold blood as a vampire?Hello, it’s Spooky Boo from Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time. I’m sitting here in the lighthouse in Sandcastle, a little unknown town in Northern California where the fog rolls in from the ocean and settles here quite nicely. It keeps us hidden from tourists and those pesky people who enjoy stopping for a bite to eat down Highway 1. They wouldn’t want to eat here anyway for you never know what the old butcher is cooking up in his food. Speaking of food, California has a few infamous vampire serial killers. Many of them hide out here in Sandcastle because the fog often times protects them from the sun. More on those vampires on an evening show, for the day is for true scary stories here at Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time.Two of my favorites to talk about are from Northern California in San Francisco and Sacramento.Let’s start with Richard Trenton Chase: The Vampire of SacramentoImagine the winter of 1977–1978 in Sacramento, California. Christmas lights still twinkled on suburban homes. Families gathered for holiday meals. But something ancient and hungry moved through those quiet streets — something that looked like a man but thirsted like a creature from nightmare.His name was Richard Trenton Chase. To this day, he is remembered as the Vampire of Sacramento, the Dracula Killer. In just one month he slaughtered six people in their own homes, drank their blood, mutilated their bodies, and left scenes so grotesque that veteran detectives still speak of them in hushed tones.This is not just a story of murder. This is the story of a broken mind convinced that only warm human blood could keep him alive.The Making of a MonsterRichard Trenton Chase was born on May 23, 1950, in Sacramento. From the beginning, his world was unstable. His father was a strict, often violent disciplinarian. His mother suffered mental health struggles and once accused her husband of trying to poison her — a paranoid delusion that would later echo horribly in her son’s own mind.By age ten, young Richard already displayed the full “MacDonald triad” — the three warning signs that criminologists say often predict violent behavior in adulthood: chronic bed-wetting, fire-setting, and extreme cruelty to animals. He tortured cats, dogs, and other small creatures. He set fires. He wet the bed long past the normal age.As a teenager, the problems deepened. He became a heavy drinker and drug user — alcohol, marijuana, LSD, and anything else he could get his hands on. He had multiple short relationships with girls, but suffered from impotence. A psychiatrist told him the cause was “repressed rage.” The rage never left. It only grew.By his early twenties, Chase had become a full-blown hypochondriac. He believed his body was rotting from the inside. He thought his heart was shrinking. He shaved his head so he could watch his skull change shape. He once checked himself into a hospital claiming someone had stolen his pulmonary artery.In 1975, things spiraled. Chase injected rabbit blood into his veins and nearly died of blood poisoning. Hospital staff nicknamed him “Dracula” because of his obsession with blood. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and institutionalized. Doctors tried antipsychotic medication. For a short time it seemed to help.In 1976 he was released into his mother’s care. She stopped giving him his medication, saying it “dulled” him. Soon after, she helped him get his own apartment. It was the worst possible decision. Alone, the voices in Richard Chase’s head grew louder.He began capturing neighborhood pets — dogs, cats, rabbits. He would disembowel them while they were still alive, drink their blood warm, or blend their organs with Coca-Cola into grotesque “milkshakes” to stop his heart from shrinking. Neighbors saw him carrying dead animals into his apartment. One woman watched him take three pets inside in a single day. No one called the police. No one understood how close they were to true evil.The Thirst AwakensBy late 1977, Richard Chase was 27 years old, thin, pale, and hollow-eyed. He bought a .22 caliber semiautomatic pistol. He told himself he needed it for protection against the “death rays” that UFOs and the government were firing at him to steal his blood.The killing began on December 29, 1977.Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two, was helping his wife carry groceries from their car into their East Sacramento home. A yellow station wagon cruised slowly past. Richard Chase leaned out the window and fired. One bullet struck Griffin in the chest. He died almost instantly. Chase drove away, satisfied for the moment. The blood had been spilled. The thirst was fed — but only barely.For the next few weeks Chase wandered Sacramento testing door handles, looking for unlocked houses. He was disorganized, frantic, and completely lost in his delusions. He believed that if he didn’t drink blood, his own would turn to powder and he would die.On January 23, 1978, he found an unlocked door on Tioga Way. Inside was 22-year-old Teresa Wallin. She was three months pregnant with a baby boy she and her husband planned to name Dane. Teresa was taking out the garbage when Chase stepped inside.He shot her in the hand as she raised it to protect herself. The bullet traveled up her arm. He fired again into her head. Then he knelt over her body and fired a third shot into her temple. What followed was pure nightmare.Chase raped her corpse. He stabbed her repeatedly. He carved off one of her nipples. He cut open her torso, pulled out organs, drank her blood from a yogurt cup he found in the kitchen, and smeared her intestines on the walls. He stuffed dog feces down her throat. When he left, he took pieces of her with him.Four days later, on January 27, the horror reached its peak.Chase parked near a shopping center and walked to a house on Merrywood Drive. Inside were 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, her 22-month-old nephew David Ferreira, and her 52-year-old friend Dan Meredith.He shot Dan in the head in the hallway. He shot Evelyn multiple times, raped her body, slashed her throat, and disemboweled her. He stabbed her through the anus into her uterus. He removed organs. He drank blood. He shot little Jason twice in the head. Then he turned to the toddler, David. He shot the baby, mutilated him, drank from him, wrapped the tiny body in a blanket, and carried it out of the house like a grotesque trophy.The next morning, a neighbor discovered the slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere. Organs were missing. The scenes were so horrific that some officers could not finish processing them. A city-wide search began for baby David.Meanwhile, Richard Chase returned to his apartment — covered in blood, drinking from cups, eating the organs he had taken.Capture and the House of HorrorsOn January 28, police knocked on Chase’s door. When he stepped outside, they tackled him. Inside his apartment they found the nightmare made real: blood-stained clothes, organs in the refrigerator, a blender coated with human tissue, and the blanket that still held traces of little David.David’s mutilated body was later found in a cardboard box in a vacant lot between a church and a supermarket.Chase showed almost no emotion during questioning. He calmly described what he had done. He said he needed the blood to survive. He believed Nazis and UFOs were trying to kill him by turning his blood to powder. He thought drinking fresh blood was the only cure.The Trial and the EndAt trial, Chase’s defense pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. Two psychiatrists examined him and concluded he was legally sane at the time of the murders — psychotic, yes, but he knew right from wrong. The jury agreed. After only five hours of deliberation, they convicted him on all six counts of first-degree murder. Three days later they sentenced him to death.On death row at San Quentin, the delusions never stopped. Richard Chase hoarded his antidepressant pills. On December 26, 1980 — just before Christmas — he overdosed and died at the age of 30.The Legacy of the VampireRichard Trenton Chase did not kill for pleasure in the way some monsters do. He killed because, in the shattered landscape of his mind, he believed he had no choice. His crimes remain some of the most disturbing in American history not just because of their brutality, but because they show how far untreated mental illness can go when combined with violence.Sacramento changed after Chase. People started locking their doors during the day. Parents kept children inside. The city that had felt safe suddenly felt watched.Even today, on quiet winter nights in those same neighborhoods, some residents say you can still feel it — a cold presence, a hunger that was never satisfied. Some claim that if you stand near the old crime scene houses after dark, you can smell copper in the air. Others say they hear a faint dripping sound… like blood slowly filling a cup.Richard Chase is gone. But the thirst he carried — that ancient, bottomless need — still whispers to us from the shadows of the human mind.Some monsters are born. Some are made. And some… are simply broken beyond repair.And in the warm California night, they walk among us still.Stay tuned for a brief break. Keep your scarf on and your turtleneck up! We’ll be right back with the next blood sucker after a word from our sponsor.(wait a few seconds)Miles west of the streets of Sacramento, is the cold and foggy city of San Francisco where Joshua Rudiger became the vampire slasher of san francisco.It is the autumn of 1998. San Francisco — the City by the Bay — pulses with neon lights, cable cars, and the en
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