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Serial Killer

What is that tweet I read on twitter again? That “MOST SERIAL KILLERS ARE BORN IN NOVEMBER.” I oppose this statement. Why? Maybe because I was born in the month of November, I will never be serial killer, another serial killer out there was born in the month of January or maybe because I got some feelings to Catch up with. So who is a serial killer? A serial killer is a person who murders three or more people. What are the characteristics of a serial killer? 1. Over 90% of serial killers are male. 2. They tend to be intelligent, with IQ’s in the “bright normal” range. 3. They do poorly in school, have trouble holding down jobs, and often work as unskilled laborers. 4. They tend to come from markedly unstable families. 5. As children, they are abandoned by their fathers and raised by domineering mothers. 6. They hate their fathers and mothers. 7. They are commonly abused as children psychologically, physically and sexually. Often the abuse is a family member. 8. Their families often have criminal psychiatric and alcoholic histories. 9. Many serial killers spend time in institutions as children and have records of early psychiatric problems. 10. They have high rates of suicide attempts. 11. From an early age, many are intensely interested in voyeurism, fetishism, and sadomasochistic pornography. 12. More than 60% of serial killers wet their beds beyond the age of 12. 13. Many serial killers are fascinated with fire starting. 14. They are involved with sadistic activity or tormenting small creatures. If a person with this characteristic is fixed then he or she will not be a serial killer. My opinion is, I might exhibit 97% of this characteristics but I refuse to be a serial killer! And again these characteristics are not pointed towards people born in the month of November.

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