As a kid, I used to devour Time Life books about the supernatural and unsolved mysteries. I re-read Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark over and over again. For most of my life I have been fascinated by the Zodiac and Jack the Ripper.
I spent weekday evenings with Robert Stack.
And I thought I was weird and that this fascination was shameful until the internet came along and I discovered that I am just one of a population of people with a curiosity about the strange, the unexplainable, the depraved.
If I had my way, when you die you get to find out the truth about all the mysteries and conspiracies – who killed JFK, who was Jack the Ripper. And the whys. Why did this serial killer or that mass murderer do what they did. What was wrong with Aunt Diane? What happened to those three kids in West Memphis (those three kids being Stevie Branch, Michael Moore and Chris Byers, the actual murder victims – Surprise, the Paradise Lost documentaries are biased towards the accused). Who killed JonBenet? Where was Asha Degree going? Did Adnan Syed kill Hae Min Lee?
Is the theory that OJ was covering for his son true?
The fact is that barring deathbed confessions, we will probably never know the answers to these mysteries, and that’s part of the reason it’s so fascinating to delve into them and try to work it all out. It’s a giant puzzle.