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Chicago area, authorities have identified another victim. James Byron Haakenson was previously known as Victim No.

His body was found in a crawlspace in Gacy's suburban Chicago home. Authorities used DNA evidence to identify Haakenson after his brother and sister came forward earlier this year. Haakenson was 1. 6 years old when he left his hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota, in search of a different life in the big city, Cook County Sheriff Thomas Dart said. It is not known how Haakenson and Gacy met. Gacy was known for trolling areas around Chicago in search of men who were gay, alone or looking for work.

Haakenson's body was found buried between two other bodies in Gacy's crawlspace. Dart said police believe he was killed in August 1.

Murders in the Night: Austin's Serial Killer. By. Skip Hollandsworth. May 2. 01. 6Beginning on December 3. Austin was the setting for a killing spree unlike any ever before seen in American history. Over the course of a year, seven female residents, along with the boyfriend of one of the victims, were attacked with knives, axes, bricks, or iron rods. Police officers were baffled. Watch Ultraviolet Putlocker here.

They took bloodhounds to the scenes of each murder, but the dogs could find no trails. Private detectives were hired to conduct their own investigations, but they too failed to find any leads. Because the first victims were black, Austin’s white residents initially believed that what was taking place was a “Negro problem.” Some city leaders theorized that a “gang” of depraved black men was committing the crimes, going after black women for reasons of its own. But then came Christmas Eve 1. That afternoon, the wooden sidewalks along the downtown streets were packed with shoppers. Store owners had decorated their windows with ornaments, red and green crepe paper, and heaps of pine boughs.

One merchant had placed a string of incandescent bulbs around his window, which featured a stuffed Santa Claus and tiny elves surrounded by fake snow, and another had filled his window with children’s presents: dolls, hobbyhorses, baseballs and bats, tea sets, and cowboy boots. In front of Stacy and Baker’s newsstand and tobacco shop, one of Austin’s portlier citizens dressed up as Santa Claus and sat on a large chair, where he asked the children who came to see him if they had been good that year, and at a livery stable just off Congress Avenue, Osborn Weed offered the city’s children rides on Tom Thumb, his gentle Shetland pony. Throughout the afternoon, customers lined up at Bill Johnson’s market to buy meats for their Christmas Eve dinners, the counters loaded with steaks, hams, turkeys, venison, and some of the last buffalo meat left in Texas.

Others visited Prade’s ice- cream parlor, where clerks were selling Christmas fruit baskets, ornamented cakes, and French candy for twenty cents a pound. Men drove their wagons to Radam’s Horticultural Emporium to buy Yule trees to carry back to their homes for their children to decorate. One man pulled up in his wagon at H. H. Hazzard’s music shop to purchase a piano.

As the sun began to set, Henry Stamps, the city’s lamplighter, performed his usual role of lighting the gas lamps along Congress Avenue and Pecan Street, the city’s two main boulevards. The owners of the restaurants and saloons turned on their incandescent lights.

Children from the Asylum for the Blind held a concert, performing a popular new song about Santa Claus coming to town, and children at the Texas Deaf and Dumb Asylum stood around a Christmas tree decorated with candy and popcorn, making what one reporter said were “mute testimonials of affection.” There was even a Christmas party at the State Lunatic Asylum, north of the city. Dr. Ashley Denton, the superintendent, had arranged for selected patients to gather in the main dayroom, sing Christmas carols, and stay up one hour past their usual nine o’clock curfew. An hour passed, and then another. The shop and restaurant owners turned off their lights, locked their doors, and headed home. Throughout the city, families ate their Christmas Eve dinners and decorated their trees, covering the branches with ornaments, strings of popcorn, candy- filled paper cornucopias, candles, and Japanese lanterns. Eventually, parents let the fires die out in their fireplaces, telling their excited children that they didn’t want Santa to burn himself on his way down the chimney.

A thin breeze swept through the city, carrying with it the aroma of evergreen and cinnamon and wood smoke. Soon, the moon rose. The stars appeared.

According to what a reporter for the Austin Daily Statesman would later write, the moon and the stars “were at their most effulgent and shot their mellow light over all the earth and in nearly every crevice of our houses and garden fences.”At midnight, the clock above city hall began to chime. City marshal James Lucy; his sergeant, John Chenneville; and some other police officers remained on the downtown streets, keeping watch. A couple of officers checked the saloons to see if any suspicious characters were drinking at the back tables; another group of officers walked the alleys behind the downtown buildings, looking for tramps; and a couple more wandered through Guy Town, the city’s vice district, to make sure the men at the brothels were behaving themselves. Suddenly, there were hoofbeats. A horse was seen coming straight up Congress Avenue from south of downtown, and it was coming fast, whipping through the cones of light thrown out by the gas lamps. On the back of the horse was a man named Alexander Wilkie, a night watchman at one of the saloons.“A woman has been chopped to pieces!” Wilkie yelled. It’s Mrs. Hancock!

On Water Street!”Susan Hancock was the 4. Moses Hancock, a prosperous carpenter, and the mother of two daughters. Friends described her as “one of the most refined ladies in Austin,” a “handsome woman” who “bore an unblemished character” and was a “tender mother” and “devoted wife.” She was also white. The police officers leaped on their horses and raced to the Hancocks’ home, which was at the southern end of downtown, just a block away from the Colorado River. Those who didn’t have horses simply began running toward the house. They ran so hard that their stomachs heaved and their breath tore at their throats. Marshal Lucy and a Daily Statesman reporter, who happened to be standing together outside of Martin’s Shoes and Boots on Congress Avenue, piled into a hack.

It barreled down the avenue, rocking back and forth like an old stagecoach. Lucy found Moses in the parlor of his one- story home. Top Chef Season 3 Restaurant Wars. He was dressed in his long underwear, which was stained with blood.

On the floor of the parlor, lying on a quilt, was his wife. There were two deep wounds in her head—the result of ax blows. One had cut into the cheekbone. The other, which was between her left eye and ear, had perforated her skull and sunk into her brain. Her right ear also had been punctured by some sort of rod. Susan was breathing erratically.

According to the Daily Statesman reporter who had taken the hack to the house with Lucy, “cupfuls of blood” were pouring from her mouth. From a back bedroom could be heard the desperate cries of the Hancocks’ daughters, one 1. In what would later be described as a “distracted, disconnected narration,” the 5. Moses, who was leaning against a wall of the parlor, told Lucy that his wife had spent the afternoon shopping.

After she returned home, the two Hancock daughters had gone to a Christmas party, escorted by a boarder staying in their home. Hancock said he and his wife had sat by the fireplace, reading and sharing a piece of cake. They had gone to bed between ten and eleven o’clock, before the girls had returned home from the party, and they slept, as they always did, in adjoining rooms. A gas lamp had been left burning by the front door. Just before midnight, Hancock was awakened by a noise.

He walked into his wife’s room and saw that her sheets and bedspread were piled in a heap on the floor. Her trunks were open and her clothes pulled out. The window of her room, facing the backyard, was also open, and blood was on the windowsill. Hancock said he walked out to the yard, where he found his wife lying in a pool of blood.

As he bent over her, he heard a noise near the back fence.