Murderers and How They Never Get Caught

This story is based on actual events. During the summer of 1991, I was asked to examine an inmate experiencing supernatural events. I met one of the most evil and dangerous opponents I had ever met. It was the Father of Sin, the King of Lies, the Master of Despair and Hopelessness-Satan. This story is not about satanic possessions or exorcisms. It is about revealing the secret to committing the perfect murder and getting away with it to commit more murder. Initially, these events were meant for those specifically involved in homicide investigations. It was meant to teach. More than engaging in forensic science itself, the hope was to prepare people spiritually for the emotional trauma of murder investigations. Detectives are guided by undeniable, concrete, and scientific evidence. Satan exploits this weakness and he thrives on the world's lack of belief in the supernatural or divine. Unfortunately, whether you believe this or not, demons and Satan exist just as truly as God, Jesus, and angels do. I know this for a fact, as you will see later on. Satan himself, through an inmate he diabolically possessed, detailed this perfect recipe for murder to me. Satan's haunting words still torment many victims today. Transcripts of the actual interview with Satan are kept under lock and key because there are, after all, certain facts that should remain secret.

It is not to Satan's advantage for a lost soul to commit murder once and then get caught or killed. It is his ultimate desire and life's work to ensure that murderers continue their murderous rampage. Satan loves to attack close-nit nuclear families in particular. Death, a subject I know very much about, affects everyone in the family. It affects people psychologically and emotionally more than anything. Death disrupts the continuity of relationships; it disrupts spiritually grounded emotions and thoughts; and it weakens the moral fabric of happiness in the family unit. Satan knows that a horrifying death at the hands of a killer creates hatred, despair, anger, thoughts of vengeance, hopelessness, financial and psychological problems, depression, spiritual doubt, lack of trust, and hatred towards God.

This terrifying story began with a morbid phone call I received in the summer of 1991.

"Hello, Can I speak to Pastor Mortison please? This is Warden Jim Becker of Pelican Bay State Prison." The voice had a matter of fact tone.

"Yes, this is Pastor Mortison. How can I help you, Warden?"

"Police Officer Gordon Durpree says you're a great friend of his and that you're a superb, retired pastor. He speaks very highly of you, Pastor Mortison."

"Please call me Malaak, Warden. Pastor sounds so official. Besides, I'm retired already. How can I be of service to you, Warden?"

"Well, you can start by calling me Jim if I'm gonna call you Malaak. Warden sounds so official. I'm still active unfortunately. Anyhow, I was wondering if you can come over to our prison. We'll pay for your expenses, and we'll give you a little extra for your service."

"What kind of service are you talking about?" I chuckled with sarcasm. "If the state is willing to call a pastor out of retirement for services, one can only imagine the service entails much work."

"Malaak, I'm going to be honest with you. One of our prisoners, Ty Brown, has been complaining of having strange nightmares of demons and Satan. He described very lurid and detailed information of various highly classified unsolved murder cases...cases that involved strange and supernatural things...while the investigations were still active. Ty says he's learning how to commit the perfect murder from Satan himself. He says Satan's teaching him all the secrets a man can know about getting away with murder."

"Jim, no offense, but shouldn't you be calling a good, young psychiatrist instead of an old and retired pastor. Sounds like you got someone trying to play the 'by reason of insanity card.' Don't you think?"

"Well, that was our initial thought too, but strange things are happening here. Things only an experienced, old pastor would understand...things not of this world. Malaak, even his appearance has changed. He...he doesn't look human anymore. He looks...well, he looks like if he's possessed or something."

"Maybe you ought to give him a razor to shave and a decent haircut." Again, I chuckled sarcastically.

"Look, Malaak, I realize this might sound strange and beyond this world, but if anyone could understand and believe this, it's probably gonna be you. Please come over and take a look. If you suggest this is something psychiatric, then we'll go that route. It's just that Gordon said you're kind of an expert in the field demonology and death. Malaak, the worst part is that word got around to the other inmates, and it seems like many of them are genuinely frightened. They're asking for Catholic priests to come perform an exorcism. Our prison chaplain quit because he was overwhelmed with the stress stemming from the strange occurrences."

"How long has this been going on?" I asked curiously.

"It's been going on for about a month. I, too, thought it was a bluff. We even had a doctor come check him out. Turns out, he's as healthy as a newborn baby. Most of the inmates and prison guards call him Satan's apprentice. They're scared, Malaak. I'm scared, too."

"Well, don't be afraid. Satan and his demons gain strength from fear. I'll be over tomorrow around 6 p.m. I charge $500 for an initial site visit and inspection and $100 every hour. I'll see you tomorrow, Warden."

"Thank you Malaak. I...we appreciate this."

I arrived at 6 p.m., just as I said I would. An unmarked police vehicle picked me up from the airport. The driver was nervous and anxious as he opened the door and introduced himself.

"Hello sir, I'm Police Officer Kenneth Brewster. I'm here to take you to Warden Jim Becker. Get comfortable sir, we'll be there in about an hour or so."

We arrived at the prison campus around an hour later. There were many trees on either side of the long and narrow pathway leading to the entrance of the prison. As an escape precaution, the pathway had been strategically and specifically designed to be long, narrow, and covered by trees to deter the use of vehicles. I was met by Warden Jim Becker, a tall slender man with a military buzz cut and a chiseled jaw and chin. "Malaak, it's good to meet you in person finally. You're a lot taller and muscular. Your long hair makes you look younger. How was your trip?"

"My trip was great. Thank you for asking. Your words are too kind."

"Thank you pastor, I trust Officer Brewster took good care of you?"

"Yes, he's a good man."

"Well Pastor, you're an expensive man. Time is money, shall we go?"

"Yes, but where I go, no one can follow. I must do this alone."

"Pastor, I must insist that Officer Brewster and I escort you and remain with you for your safety. It's our standard protocol. I'm sorry."

"Jim, this isn't a standard situation! You do understand that. Don't you? I work alone, and I must insist on that. Now, time is money. Lead me to Mr. Brown's cell."

"You drive a hard bargain. Follow us."

Officer Brewster led me down the narrow pathway and gave me directions to Ty Brown's cell. I sensed evil all around me. It was Satan's stronghold. I needed strength from God. I prayed the Armour of God prayer. As I began walking, I heard a terrifying voice call out my name. Suddenly, a horrific scene caught my attention. I saw a corpse of a young baby hanging upside down from a tree. A bloodied chain bound its ankles together. The corpse swung slowly to and fro, following the motion of an aged pendulum. The baby's body was naked. The most unnatural and horrifying sight was its face; it was attached upside down to its body and was unimaginably horrifying to see. The baby's feet were pointing toward the sky and the chin pointed to the ground. The baby's face was unnaturally facing me, smiling at me, mocking me without uttering a word or making any movement. The top of its head was attached to an unsightly and unnaturally elongated neck. This ungodly thing sprouted black horns as its eyes opened to meet my eyes. Void of human eyes, the baby's eye sockets were filled with bloodied, severed veins that dripped a blackish blood. This devilish imp grew an evil smile displaying a forked tongue and razor sharp teeth. The yellow, decomposing skin transformed into a black coarse membrane plagued with boils filled with an unearthly fluid, all while the deformed torso sprung grotesque wings fashioned by the very hands of Satan. The corpse metamorphosed into a satanical creature, a demon. It broke loose from the chains it hung from. The demon methodically flew and landed adjacent to me. It raised its demonic claw and pointed at the other trees lining the pathway. I was not prepared to witness the hellish scene before me. The concrete pathway turned to fire. The sun turned black. Light turned to darkness. The beams of the radiant sun became monochromatic shadows of black. Even more horrific was the scene of millions of rotting corpses of babies hanging from the trees that lined the fiery pathway. Every decomposing cadaver displayed the same diabolical, upside down face.

I reached the entrance to the prison basement. A strong, foul stench of putrid meat filled the hellish crypt. The plumbing pipes in the ceiling leaked water. The dripping sound complemented the scraping claws of oversized rats scurrying along the rusty, moist pipes. The morbid images of hanging, rotting babies and their upside down faces chased me. The images flashed before me. Their decaying bodies hung from the ceiling pipes. Nearing the entrance of Ty's cell, an oversized rat jumped towards me. It had an upside down human baby face just like those putrefying bodies. Incredibly grotesque and beyond imagination was the sight of this creature from hell.

A voice resonating from the most bottomless pit of Hell called out my name again as I neared Ty's cell. Upon entering Ty's cell, it was obvious he was possessed by Satan. His face was no longer his own. His eyes were black like ebony; his thick, grayish skin was encrusted with pulsating veins that protruded grotesquely. Crevices exposing fresh wounds burst all over Ty's face.

Ty spoke to me in a raspy, deep voice, sounding like it was coming from another world. "You're different. You're not afraid. Do you think you can defeat me? I have powers you've never seen before."

Besides the straitjacket confining him to the bed, Ty was naked. His naked body was covered with giant black leaches that wriggled deep into his frail flesh. Satan drew pleasure from the penetrating leaches.

"Actually, I've seen powers greater than yours. I'm not impressed."

My body rose from the floor. A force carried me to an empty metallic chair bolted to the floor.

"Are you scared? Are you impressed? I am the power you must fear. I can cause you unimaginable pain and anguish!"

"That's difficult to believe; all that power and you can't even escape from a simple straitjacket. Television magicians are more powerful than you are. Break free from your confinement. Show me your true powers!"

"No. I don't take orders from mortals. Submit to me. Mental despair is more tormenting than physical pain. Shall I demonstrate?"

"I am impervious to you and your threats! Don't you know who I am? Break free from you constraints and engage me? Let us fight!"

"No."

"Why...!?!"

"Because it's a vulgar display of power! Besides, I have something more important to share with you. How would you like to learn to commit murder and never get caught? You can destroy your enemies. You can have unimaginable power! You will have the power to bring death to anyone, at any time, and you'll never get caught. You will have the ultimate power."

"Death, it's not what you think it is."

"Perhaps not for you, but other mortals desire this incredible power. You're no expert in death. When you die, I will take your soul, and I will tear it apart!"

"No, I don't think so. You can't take my soul."

"Your faith in Jesus is your weakness. He lied to you. He hasn't saved you. I can prove it to you. Release me from my confines as an act of allegiance to me, and I will give you the world. Worship me, and I will bring everlasting pleasure at your feet. Only I have the real power to do so."

"Just tell me this 'secret.' I'm eager to hear this."

"You fool! Fear me! You will be with me in eternal damnation; the fiery lake will be our home. Your faith isn't going to save you. IT'S ALL A LIE!"

"You're every bit as good at lying as they say you are. That's impressive. Tell me the secret. I have more time than you think."

"You mock me. I warn you, mortal. I can find ways to take your life."

"Satan, stop possessing this mortal; release his soul and walk with me above ground. Let us reason with each other and converse freely. If you do, I'll tell you who I am."

"I know exactly who you are, Pastor Malaak Mortison. You've performed several successful exorcisms, so what? You can't defeat me! There's a big difference here. You see, I'm not a demon. I'm their Father. I am Satan. I can never be destroyed by mortals. Be warned Pastor, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy. You will be in pain. You're mockery of me has sealed your fate. Malaak, understand what I am capable of doing to you! Come closer to me. It's time I reveal the eternal power of death. Remember all I am about to divulge. There are many factors that contribute to a successful murder. Omitting any one factor will result in failure. Fortunately for you mortals, these factors don't have to be followed in any order. Some of the most victorious murderers already applied my techniques. God created you humans with an ego. Men in particular have a difficult time controlling their ego, as is the case with you, my good friend."

"But Satan, I don't have an ego."

"Even now your ego dooms you. Pride, it's one of seven deadly sins. It's my favorite weakness to use against God. Mortal man always falls short of self-control. I'm quite positive God isn't pleased with you for the extreme pride you have in your pathetic history of conducting exorcisms."

"Satan, I don't have pride either. Please, continue."

"I know everybody's ultimate fear. Every human on this damned world has a fear; no mortal is exempt!"

"I agree with you, but not me. I'm exempt."

"You poor fool. Let us continue. I will reveal a list of do's and don'ts. They are in no order. They are extremely simple; I created this especially for stupid people. Listen well:

"One. Never tell anyone that you want to kill or that you committed murder. Don't ever talk about it to anyone. If you're in jail, never brag about this to your cellmate. Keep your ego and pride in check. Never write about it anywhere either. Never trust anyone.

"Two. Never kill anyone in a way that will cause bleeding. Blood will always give you away and is extremely messy. No matter how well you think you've cleaned, blood splatter and stains will never wash away. The smallest speck of blood will get you caught. Resist the urge to puncture a body and never cause blunt trauma to the body. Human skin is delicate and will bleed easily. Blood evidence makes you susceptible to capture by leaving bloody fingerprints on the murder weapon. Any murder weapon will be easily traced and identified.

"Three. Always remember to wear gloves, rubber rain boots that cover your shoe impression, several hairnets, a long plastic rain coat that is fully zipped, and a facial disguise. Never commit murder without wearing these items. Never, under any circumstances, remove your protective gear until the body is completely disposed of and step seven is completed. Forensic science will easily identify you. The DNA you leave behind is a very powerful enemy. Without these precautions, science will always win. After the murder, burn the items you used. Remain at the fire until they are completely destroyed. When the fire has destroyed all the evidence, collect all the remains, including the ashes. Leave nothing behind. Place them in a glass container and pour acid into any remains. If you are attempting to destroy plastic remains, acid sometimes doesn't work. Use a strong acetone or a potent NaOH solution. Then dispose of the container, first by pouring cement in it and then burying it six feet in the ground.

"Four. Commit murder in the dark. Never do it in the light. If you do get caught, it will be difficult, if not impossible, to identify you. Extinguish any source of light without making any loud noises that call attention to you. Always operate in the dark. Always blindfold your victims.

"Five. If you wish to impart a furious death filled with rage and hatred onto your victim by beating them to a bloody pulp, follow step three and roll your victim in fresh painters plastic or a new shower curtain. Purchase the most common and generic plastic and curtain at least 30 miles away from where you plan to murder. While your victim is still alive, incapacitate them briefly to get their body onto the plastic; if it's a male, give a strong kick to the groin; if it's a woman, deliver a hard kick to mid-section. While they're writhing in pain, wrap them up in the plastic, making sure that no part of their body is exposed. Once completely covered, follow out your murderous plan with all your pleasure. Hit them with a bat, a hammer, a rock, or even a solid frying pan. Vent your anger and frustration by delivering strategic blows. Always use caution not to puncture the plastic and expose blood.

"Six. Never use any type of adhesive tape. Tape will leave a messy fingerprint trail. Depending on the type of gloves used, a minute speck of evidence, like a fiber, a piece of rubber, or plastic, may stick to the tape. After the murder, take the body to the trunk of your car and follow step seven below.

"Seven. Dispose of the body by completely burning it. Use an accelerant to expedite this process. Always wait until the evidence is completely destroyed. Never dispose the body by dumping it in a body of water. Never bury the body either. Investigators find most evidence at the site where the body is discovered. DESTROY the body completely through fire. Recover all the remains, including all the ashes and place them in a glass container, and pour a strong solution of NaOH to finish destroying all the remains of evidence. Perform steps three and seven together. No matter what you do or where you go to dispose the body, you always run the risk of leaving traceable evidence behind such as tire imprints on the dirt or grass. You or your car will pick up evidence from the surrounding environment that will connect you to the location of the body such as type of grass, weeds, dirt, rocks that are native to the area. Your shoe might pick up evidence that gets left behind in your car. Your car itself might inadvertently collect other clues and evidence such as weeds under the chassis and or dirt on your tires or side paneling. You might even accidentally leave your own identifiable footprint behind.

"Eight. If for any reason, your shoes leave a trail on the ground, use a shovel, rake, or something else to cover your trail. Always use gloves, your protective clothing, and your disguise. If you burn the body on a dirt or sandy road, attach a few rakes or a heavy iron or wood beam to the rear bumper of your car so that when you drive off, you won't leave any discernible trail that police can use to trace to you. Plan ahead but don't write anything down.

"Nine. After destroying the body, destroy your car tires and purchase old, used tires at a place you know doesn't give receipts and doesn't take your information and input it into a computer. Never perform this anywhere near where you live or work. Don't have a friend or relative do this. Never trust anyone to any of this. Detail the car from the inside and out. Do it yourself. Don't take it to a professional. Exposing physical accessories of the murder to the public makes you vulnerable.

"Ten. Never use your computer to document, research, or plan your murder. Even when you think you've erased all the evidence, you haven't. The forensic team has ways of retrieving information you think you've erased.

"Eleven. Behave normally after all the steps have been performed. Don't avoid police and don't look like you are trying to avoid the police. Behave as normally as you can, even around your family and coworkers. Strange behavior often sets off red flags with those who are close to you.

"Twelve. Never kill anyone with a gun. It's not fun, and they can trace everything back to you with the use of intelligent forensic science. Bullet fragments, gun powder residue, fingerprints, angle of the bullet entry, and all the forensic garbage will identify you as the killer. If you must kill someone with a gun, wear no less than four long gloves to avoid gunpowder detection and always use a silencer. Don't shoot your victim in the middle of the night with a powerfully loud gun. Doing so will cause police to ask witnesses questions like, 'What time did you hear the shots? How many shots did you hear?' Avoid this scenario by abstaining from using a gun.

"Thirteen, lucky thirteen. After hearing all these steps, you're probably wondering what does this leave? If I can't draw blood, cannot use a knife or shoot my victim, how do I commit the perfect murder? When you kill someone, strangle them to death. Asphyxiation is the cleanest and most fun way of murdering someone. You can strangle them from behind so that you don't have to see their face, or you can strangle them from the front so that your victim sees your face until the very end. It's fulfilling and satisfying. Always perform step three even during asphyxiation."

"Satan, stop. This isn't what I expected. You can learn this just by watching TV. This isn't a big secret at all. You really are more stupid than you are evil. I am not impressed with you at all."

"Malaak, your disrespect for this secret angers me. My wrath is not gentle, and it is everlasting. Your pride will be your demise and my victory."

"I have no fears, I'm not afraid of anything!!!"

"Malaak, have you ever taken the time to reflect on Death? Do you realize that someday, you will die? In the future, your corpse will be lying inside a shiny coffin. Your coffin will be draped with flowers. People, your loved ones, will be crowding around your coffin and crying. They will be talking about your life, your Death. Your rotting corpse will be snug inside the confines of an overpriced coffin. Your arms will be crossed over your chest. The mortician will hide the appearance of Death with makeup. The minister presiding over your service will speak a few words and will pretend to know you. There will be no silence; crying will be heard throughout your service. The sounds of crying will be joined by the chilling and morbid melody of an untuned organ played by an elderly woman waiting her turn to embrace Death."

"But Satan, I told you, I'm not afraid of death."

"Perhaps, but have you actually taken the time to ponder HOW you will die? Think about 'how' you will die!"

"This is very entertaining, but I'm not afraid of death!!"

"Maybe, just maybe, Pastor, you will suffer the worst Death possible.

"What could that be?"

"I have your attention now. Don't I pastor?"

"No, I'm just curious what Satan believes to be the most horrible death."

"Have you ever held your breath just to see how long you can hold it? Imagine not being able to take that deep breath again. Imagine someone behind you choking you to death. Your eyes will burst out. Your facial veins will explode painfully. Your arteries will pump their last bit of oxygen to your extremities. Death by asphyxiation. Try holding your breath now. Hold your breath, Pastor. Do you need some help? Hold it as long as you can. Now imagine, imagine never being able to release it! Imagine the terrifying feeling. Imagine Death."

"It's very difficult to imagine that because..."

"Malaak, imagine someone putting a plastic bag over your head. All you could suck in is a mouthful of plastic. It gets hot, your eyes burn. Your lungs and chest ravage every bit of oxygen that is left. Death is near. You your eyes burst out of your face. You cough out blood from the busted blood vessels in your lungs and face. You slowly pass out. It is excruciatingly painful. A torturous pain morbidly grips your entire body. Your body cramps; the pain is so severe by now that it keeps you from falling into unconsciousness."

"Yeah, but Satan, what if I'm..."

"Suppose a demon kidnaps you and drugs you to make you fall unconscious. When you wake up, it is dark, and you can smell fresh cut wood and wet dirt. You think you're in a trunk of car. To your horrifying discovery, you realize you are in a box, a makeshift coffin. You hear dirt topping the roof of your coffin, your final resting place. You continue to hear dirt piling on top. Every shovel full of wet dirt is sealing your doom. You scream for help. The demon shovels more wet dirt on your Death box. While screaming for your life, you become aware that you are naked and that the demon didn't bury you alone. Your nightmare becomes a prelude to Hell as you discover the demon filled your coffin with creeping spiders. The spiders crawl into your mouth. They bite your throat as you swallow them instead of air. Your fingernails dig deep into the coffin. With every thrusting attempt to carve your way out, your fingernails fall off, leaving your hands bloodied and bruised. Air, oxygen, and hope are abandoning you. Death is waiting patiently for you. Death by asphyxiation, you are dying a horrific and hellish death at the hands of a demon. You are dead!!!

"Malaak, do not underestimate the likelihood of this event. This happens every day, death by asphyxiation. Malaak, I the master of despair and hopelessness, my name is Lucifer!! I am Satan, and you will bow down to me! You will beg me for mercy!! I will rip your soul apart and your knees will turn to dust and you will suffer the greatest catastrophic pain for eternity!!! i am Lucifer! i am the fallen angel of sin!! i am the prince of darkness! You will be with me in hell for eternity! You will be in pain forever!!!"

"No! You are so wrong Satan!!!! I laugh at you!! You're as stupid as you are evil, you poor, pathetic fool. I'm not who you think I am!"

"I know who you are! You are Malaak...a weak, pathetic mortal!!! Now bow down to me, I am your true god, my name is Lucifer ...!!!"

"... and my name is Death!!! I am the Lord's angel of death!!! I will come get you at God's command!!! You will be destroyed by my hands!!! I don't know when and I don't know how! But keep this in mind Lucifer, and remember this very well, you will surely die!!! And when you open your eyes again in that other place, you will be in the lake of fire with all your demons for eternity! Remember me Satan. My name is death and you will see me again because I am the lord's angel of death. I will destroy you! I will tear you apart!!!"