Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 450 - Serial Killer Pee Wee Gaskins: Meanest Man in America

Episode Date: April 14, 2025

Pee Wee Gaskin's diminutive size of 5'2" tall and 130 pounds soaking wet didn't stop him from brutally killing at least eleven people, and possibly up to 105. The South Carolina serial killer murdered for a lot of reasons: revenge and personal vendettas, fits of rage, but mostly to satisfy a deep-rooted urge to rape, torture, and kill young women.  An urge Pee Wee called, his "bothersomeness.” Merch and more: www.badmagicproductions.com Timesuck Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant to join the Cult of the Curious PrivateFacebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" to locate whatever happens to be our most current page :)For all merch-related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on Apple Podcasts and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard? Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast.Sign up through Patreon, and for $5 a month, you get access to the entire Secret Suck catalog (295 episodes) PLUS the entire catalog of Timesuck, AD FREE. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch.

Donald Pee-wee Gaskins was truly a monster. He was a cold-blooded sadistic rapist who first sexually assaulted a girl when he wasn't yet 13 years old himself. He was a serial killer and alleged cannibal from the state of South Carolina. He killed 10 confirmed victims but confessed to more than a hundred murders, the majority of which have never been verified. In a 331 page statement, Gaskins described acts of murder, rape, torture, as casually as most people talk about what they had for breakfast. He claimed he laced his soda with acid and watched as his victim drank it, beat his own niece to death, and drown a pregnant woman and her baby. These are just a few of the brutal acts he admitted to before his execution in 1991.

But in the autobiography published after his death, he confessed to much more disturbing details of his crimes. At one point, Peewee was known as the meanest man in America. He claimed to have killed for many reasons. Money, to save himself from going back to prison, revenge and personal vendettas, fits of rage. But mostly he killed thanks to a deep-rooted desire to prison, revenge and personal vendettas, fits of rage. But mostly he killed thanks to a deep rooted desire to rape, torture, and murder young women, which Peewee called his bothersomeness. He claimed that every time he felt those bothersome urges, he went hunting on the

highways along South Carolina's coast, looking for lone female hitchhikers to brutalize. Was Peewee Gaskins one of the most prolific serial killers in American history? Or was he a liar who was also still one of the most sadistic monsters you will ever hear about? This week we'll cover the life and crimes of Pee Wee Gaskins, his coastal kills, and his quote serious murders. We'll compare what credible sources have to say about him to what he claimed was his final truth in another serial killer, morbid escapist. Be oh so glad that the lives of so many of the characters in this story, including Peewees, are not your own edition of Time Suck.

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The third Bad Magic Wet Hot Summer Camp is coming up September 4th through the 7th in upstate New York, Pennsylvania. And I wanted to announce Friday night's comedy show lineup for this year. Besides me, I'll host it again. We have my buddy Josh Wolf, host of the Hey Man podcast, multiple YouTube specials You should check out and more along with his son Comic Jacob Wolf co-host of the Hey Man podcast. Oh man. I've known Josh for a long time We'll have another friend one of my favorite comics working today, New Orleans own Sean Patton

One of the stars of the FX sitcom the English teacher. He is a stand-up special number one. Been out on Peacock. Gonna be out on YouTube here in a few days as well. Also have another friend, the incredible Tone Bell from countless sitcoms. Known him forever as well. The Netflix shows Drink Masters and Survival of the Thickest. And of course one of my best buds, comic Doug Mellard, who was at the first two summer camps.

Tickets still available at badmagicproductions.com if you want to join the hundreds already attending. It's an all-inclusive weekend of food, booze, tons of camp activities, karaoke, stand-up, a live podcast and more. Just an awesome community of people coming together for a weird weekend in the woods. Again get the details at badmagicproductions.com September 4th through 7th, technically in Pennsylvania, but people call it upstate New York, and leave the rest of the world behind for a few memorable days. And finally, rest in peace to Val Kilmer, who passed away back on April 1st, and sadly the announcement of his death, not an April Fool's joke, truly can't imagine not having his portrayal of

Doc Holliday in Tombstone in my life. My favorite on-screen character ever. Mr. Albee your Huckberry himself. I hope he's in a better place. And now it's topic time. Boy is it ever. If you like past topics like Albert Fish and Ed Kemper, I think you're gonna like this one.

If you can also handle the level of graphic detail covered in previous episodes about like the Kansas City butcher the toy box killer Whoo, there's gonna be a couple passages. They're fucking rough This guy was so weird So unintentionally hilarious in moments based on how he spoke and based on what he wrote in his autobiography All the I'll do a little voice for him and then I'll play some audio from him towards any like oh that wasn't as cartoonish As I might have thought. But also he was the fucking personification of evil. It's so cold-blooded and sexually sadistic with some of his crimes. He really wanted you to believe.

He truly was the meanest man in America. And I think for a time he at least tied some other dirtbags for that horrific title. So buckle up. Peewee might have had a goofy name and been a tiny little guy, but he reached a giant level of darkness and debauchery. Okay, no introduction needed before diving into today's fucking insane and horrific timeline, which will cover Peewee Gaskin's life and many crimes, so many crimes, comparing his own statements, information from modern sources and newspaper archives.

Here we go. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline. (*gunshots*) Time Suck Timeline. Time Suck Timeline. Donald Henry Gaskins, who will be known by his nickname of Pee-wee, through thanks to his diminutive stature, is a full grown man. He would never be bigger than about 5'2", and around 130 pounds,

so can wet, was born on March 31st, 1933 in a very rural area known as Prospect. It's a place you will not find on Google Maps or maybe on any maps at all unless you look for Prospect Crossroads South Carolina. Very tiny little backwoods farming community in Florence County between Lake City and Johnsonville, much closer to Johnsonville, only six miles away. Johnsonville is pretty rural too. Only about 1,300 people live there today and back in 1933 when Peewee was born, the number was closer to just about 300. If you zoom in on the map around Prospect Crossroads today, you will not find much. I imagine there had to be quite a bit less when Peewee lived there. There's a Dollar General, a Prospect Pentecostal Holiness Church,

Prospect Independent Methodist Church, B&M Well Drilling, and Pam's Prospect Grocery, and that's about it. According to local guide, Greg Parker, Pam's Grocery has just about everything you need though. Friendly, joking atmosphere, they got fresh produce, you know, lots of boxed goods, hot dogs, fucking top notch, and you can even grab a bucket of crickets to go fishing with while you're there. Most of the reviewers rave about this place as hot dogs, which are only two dollars. This

theory reminds me a lot of where I grew up in Idaho. Peewee said about the place he grew up in his autobiography Final Truth, it's mainly farms and woods, backwaters and swamp and little towns with names like Lake City and Johnsonville and other spots not hardly big enough to be put on a map. Prospect and Leo, Roper's Crossroads in the Neck is a good place to lead my kind of life with lots of places to bury bodies. That is kind of how this guy talks. That's as best as I can do. Thank you, Peewee. A great place to grab a delicious, cheap, and cheerful hot dog to enjoy after you've

worked up a hearty appetite. Burying bodies in a swamp. Peewee's mother was Yulia Parrott. She went by Yuli. She was 21 when Peewee was born. Yuli lived with her parents, Lewis and Fanny Parrott, local farmers who grew up in the community. The Gaskins family owned the land they lived on

and there was all kinds of Gaskins around this area, but they worked on a larger farm nearby to make additional needed money. The Parrot family were described as decent church going, hardworking folks. Seems they were members of the local Pentecostal church and Peewee was the black sheep. Peewee believed that his father, he

was born out of wedlock, his dad was never in the picture, to be a prosperous esteemed farmer and business owner named Donald Henry Gaskins, his namesake which would make him a junior. This guy for sure is his actual dad. Henry Gaskins was married, had children. It's not known if he really was Pee Wee's biological father. Pee Wee wrote that his mom was only 15 when he was born, which is definitely not true based on her obituary. Again, she was 22. Peewee not always big on accuracy when it came to, you know, details of his life and exploits as you will see. He wrote that his dad, Donald Henry Gaskins, paid his mom child support until she

later married one of Peewee's stepfathers. His mom later would tell Peewee though that the reason Gaskin Sr. gave her money was so she wouldn't tell anyone he was the father of her baby. This dude's childhood was the epitome of rural poverty and backwards dysfunction in many ways. He really dated a lot of different dudes from around the area. When Peewee was a young child apparently he said he never bothered to learn their names because he figured they weren't going to stick around for very long. Numerous sources have said that while Yuli did not abuse her son directly, that she did likely neglect him and not make sure he wasn't being abused by anyone else.

Peewee wrote about his childhood in his Peewee way, Being born on a farm, I know the difference between raising something and it just growing. You raise tobacco and vegetables to harvest, pigs and sheep to butcher, they got purpose, you tend them. Weeds grow on their own, tended or not. I grew, I weren't raised, that's for damn sure.

Hell, I didn't know my own real name till I was a teenager and got sentenced to the reformatory. Up until then at home and at school my name had always been Junior Parrot. Everybody everywhere called me Junior or Pee-wee Parrot, which made sense to me because my mama's name was Parrot as far as I knew. My whole family was named Parrot except for my stepdaddies. That's fucking wild if true. If he didn't know his first or last legal name until he was a teenager. Gaskins claimed not to have many memories from his early childhood,

but we do have info on something his mother later recalled. She was interviewed about her son's mental health in 1964 while he was in prison. One of his many stints. I'll read you an excerpt here. while he was in prison, one of his many stints. I'll read you an excerpt here. The patient's mother said the patient did have a lot of physical difficulties as a young child. When he was about a year old, he drank some kerosene and almost died. The doctor who treated him said his nerves would be bad

for the rest of his life. After this incident, the patient began to have convulsions and would remain unconscious for as long as 10 minutes at a time. Miss Hannah, Hannah was his mom's last name in 1964 when she was married to Peewee's stepdad. Miss Hannah said the patient had convulsions until he was about three years old. He had bad dreams and would often wake up in the middle of the night and be afraid. Miss Hannah said she had to sleep with him until he was about 13 years old. Hmm. His mom apparently was convinced that this incident of drinking kerosene early on was the root of his later behavioral problems. Which might be true. Also, as a parent, you know,

would be nice to blame something other than yourself if you have this kind of son. Kerosene, if you're not familiar with it, is a clear flammable hydrocarbon liquid derived from petroleum. Commonly used as fuel for lamps, stoves, heaters, that kind of shit. Especially back then. Peewee would recall another experience from 1937 when he was four vividly in his autobiography. He said that most of his mom, Yuli's boyfriends, were, quote, tied as a preach's asshole with their money, but one of his stepfathers took the family to see a traveling carnival that came to town one day. Peewee remembered walking into the carnival, seeing a large tent painted with the image of a snake wrapped around a naked lady.

Inside that tent there were snakes and glass enclosures, an alligator and a wire pen. And he watched a man with a megaphone tell the audience that the snake was a deadly king cobra and then took a live rat out of a box dropped it in the pen with the snake. People watched as the cobra struck at the rat and he wrote what took hold of my attention right then was that the cobra's head was almost exactly as high as my head. When I looked through the glass I was staring it straight in the eye and my reflection looked like that cobra in me had the same head and face and eyes." Notice that okay interesting memories of a kid. He noticed that his mom, stepdad, and young cousin were afraid but in his words, I had a heart on and I knew that

what I just seen was somehow special and important even though I didn't know why and That's a fucking creepy thing to stand out in one's early memories Also, no way that this snake actually gave him a fucking boner, right? He was four. Probably get spontaneous boners at that age, baby But I don't think you're getting fucking turned on at that age. I hope not by snake especially Other than this experience Peewee did not think that there was much worth remembering about growing up on a rural tobacco farm. His mom eventually married a man named Henert Hanna, who in most sources, including Peewee's, is referred to as Hinnant. Not sure why sources consistently spelled this dude's name wrong. Hinnant was allegedly, according to Peewee, quote, One main son of a bitch. He used to backhand may knock me clean across the room just for practice.

Gaskin had two sisters, half sisters actually, two half brothers who were born after the marriage. He had a half brother Charles, another half brother that is never named in his autobiography, doesn't seem to be named at any sources, but may have been named Jesse James based on some genealogical digging I did. And he had half-sisters Inez and Carol. Accounts of Peewee's childhood start to differ once his mom married Hinnant. According to the PBS Carolina Stories documentary on Gaskins, Peewee was actually spoiled as a child. Got whatever he wanted because everybody thought he was cute, because he was so good at manipulating the adults around him. People who knew the family interviewed in the doc said his claims of abuse were categorically not true, and that the real problem was that

he was overly indulged and spoiled rotten as a kid, that he wasn't disciplined enough, and never learned any real boundaries. And I'm open to believing that version for sure. One thing a lot of these killers seem to have in common is a real penchant for blaming everybody but themselves for their terrible behavior. Also according to the PBS documentary, Peewee began to show signs of troubling behavior in kindergarten. He apparently by that age was already abusing pets. Any other animals he could get his tiny little grubby hands on. Doing shit like pulling legs off of frogs, age was already abusing pets and the other animals he'd get his tiny little grubby hands on. Doing shit like pulling legs off of frogs, killing baby birds by snapping their heads clean off.

That sounds about right based on who he becomes later. I don't doubt that. In Final Truth, his autobiography, Peewee wrote that because he was so small he was an easy target for harassment and violence from his uncles, various stepfathers, boys and girls at school in the neighborhood. He wrote the following account about being a little guy. I guess account, this is a sentence here. He wrote, it weren't that I was the littlest because I was the youngest. No matter how old I got, I was still littlest. He claimed other children teased him with the cruel rhyme. Pee wee, pee wee, playin' with your pee pee. I mean how could they not? Come on!

It's fuckin' right there, rest on the tee. Ready for someone to take a swing at. I don't feel bad for him over that little teasing rhyme. My last name is Cummins. You know the guy who teased us as a kid? I was also the smallest kid in my class or neighborhood, boy or girl, until high school when I finally started to grow. Yeah, I didn't grow for like, I don't know, how long? Four years or something? I didn't grow much before that, then I had a crazy huge growth spurt in high school. But yeah, I was, I don't know, eighth grade, I was probably five foot or less. I don't know, somewhere around 100 pounds. Other kids had a fucking field day with my name. Cum bubble, cum stain, those are popular slurs.

Can dummins came later. Peewee didn't laugh that shit off though, or ignore it quite like I did. He became enraged. He said he finally got mad enough to lash out and hit someone, which apparently caused some other kids to gang up on him and beat the shit out of him. He got his ass beat on a number of occasions, many, many occasions according to him. So many times he just got used to the violence and stopped fearing it.

He hated school because of this, thought it was torture. Said he eventually got into fights almost every day because of the bullying, which resulted in punishments at school. He wrote, "'It's no wonder I never learned jack shit.'" Despite his claims of frequent beatings, Peewee also didn't believe he was quote abused

He did call his home life quote pretty good Said his mom was good cook and that despite how little money they might have had they always had food on the table I added that his younger siblings often spent time together listening to or he and his younger siblings Spent time together doing stuff like listening to radio shows like the Lone Ranger Grand Old Opry Spent time together doing stuff like listen to radio shows, like the Lone Ranger, Grand Ole Opry. His stepdad smoked a pipe and his mom worked on her sewing. In an interview for a 2019 documentary called The Hitchhiker's Killer, Peewee Gaskins, Peewee's

daughter Shirley said her dad was a bad child who was always doing something he wasn't supposed to do and that his uncles beat him because he wouldn't listen. Her statement seemingly confirmed parts of both accounts of Pee Wee's childhood. She also said that his stepdads abused him at home and the other kids did abuse him at school. And who knows how abused or not he was. Again, Pee Wee gave a lot of conflicting statements about his life before he died. While he didn't like school, Pee Wee was interested in learning how machines work. He was very mechanically inclined. He had a real talent for that. He enjoyed working on cars and radios.

He called himself a tinkerer. His mom used to tell people, that Peewee can fix anything. I guess that was her talking. I don't know why I had to have her also have Peewee's voice. You know what? Maybe he got his voice from hers. This mechanical talent and ability to fix anything will later lead to at least one victim's creative death towards the end of his life.

Peewee started hanging around the mechanic shop at the filling station a few miles down the road from his house early on in his childhood. Then at the age of 11 he began to skip school to act as an errand boy for the mechanics who he claimed would pay him a couple dollars a day. His mom was unhappy when he quit school entirely and his stepdad told him that he had to do more farm chores if he was gonna drop out. Sounds like he dropped out somewhere around fifth sixth grade. Peewee told him he wanted to work on cars instead of going to school. His stepdad allegedly beat him whenever he found out he'd snuck off to work for the mechanics. Eventually Peewee decided it was best just to do as he was told. As far as chores, he would do his chores, try to mind his manners, somewhat stay out of trouble. His little brothers and sisters didn't mess with

him. Usually nice to him when he you know when they broke something and they wanted him to fix it. Eventually his mom convinced his stepdad to allow him to work at the mechanics on Saturdays at least. Soon thereafter sources don't state exactly what ages occurred. Peewee and sources are very contradictory with parts of Peewee's life here. Peewee had himself a business on Saturdays. Locals brought things like broken radios, record players, sewing machines. He'd work on them throughout the week. Peewee recalled that on Sunday afternoons he would not work though. Instead he and some other local boys would go to a secret hideout in the woods where they would smoke cigarettes, talk about girls, and learn how to masturbate from the other boys.

Apparently. Also claim they learned how to have anal sex from these other boys, who sounds like they were having it with each other, and have sex with animals. Okay? His words, We sat around and smoked cigarettes, we stole and bragged about how much we knew about girls, And we watched the older boys and learned how to jerk off, Or cornhole, or fuck a sheep, or goat, or chicken.

I'd come to laugh so fucking hard when I first read that at one of the coffee shops I like to work at. It just kills me when people mention something insane like that so casually. As if that was just a normal rite of passage How did I learn about sex like pretty much everyone else? I reckon pretty standard rite of passage I'd go to a hot out You know we'd sit there and we'd sit around watch older boys jerk off and fuck each other's butts and fuck sheep and goats and chickens What not and then we fuck each other's butts and you know and help each other jerk off and fuck each other's butts and fuck sheep and goats and chickens and whatnot and then we fuck each other's butts and you know and help each other jerk off and you know and fuck chickens and stuff ourselves and

you know that sort of normal shit. That's not normal, Peewee. That's not normal at all. That's some debauchery's Lord of the Flies type shit. The most trouble Peewee got into as a young child was when he and two older boys dug a trench at the back of the church outhouse so they could watch the women and girls when they pulled down their pants to use the bathroom. When they were caught, he said, quote, three sets of stepdaddies, a preacher, dakin, and four mamas, including my mama, joined together and tore our asses to ribbons with switches for that. You know what?

That one feels a bit more normal to me. I can see you get lured into something like that as a kid myself. I never did that exactly, but me and kids from the school definitely crawled around like I was in like junior high. Crawled out under the bleachers of football games, trying to see up the skirts of our classmates' moms. In typical future serial killer fashion, girls made young Pee-wee angry. He disliked the fact that girls had something boys really wanted. Pussies, in particular. But wouldn't give it to them unless the boys did what they wanted.

They also angered him that girls could tease him and beat him up, but yet he was the one who would be punished if he retaliated. So he starts to hate women. From a young age, he said he was also aware of some dark and disturbing urges building within him He said But no matter how things went good or bad. I always felt something bothersome was a stirring inside me It's like I had this ball of plumbers lead rolling around in my guts. Those times I lay quiet just waiting me down

Other times it grow bigger and hotter like it was going to explode. And once in a while I dreamed, I still do, that it blowed me apart and there was all these millions of little pieces and parts of me running around and flying around trying to find each other and put me back together. Yeah that's pretty nuts. That's a bit concerning. When Gaskins was around 10 years old he joined up with two older local boys named Danny and Marsh who were his only real friends they called themselves the Trouble Trio because all they did was get into trouble and yes, they were fucking problems this trio would begin to normalize some really fucked up shit for Peewee and Accelerate his development into a sexual sadist

some really fucked up shit for Peewee and accelerate his development into a sexual sadist. The trio's activities started off with some fairly typical vandalism and theft. The boys did shit like break into vending machines to steal money, cigarettes, and drinks. They'd hide their loot in Peewee's barn until one of his sisters found it and told her mom. Peewee swore he was acting alone. Stepdad threatened to send him to the sheriff if he did it again. Though Peewee was the youngest of the trio, he became the leader after this incident because he hadn't snitched and now he came up with ideas for them to make more money. He was inspired by one of his customers in the mechanic shop. A

man who lived eight miles away came in told Peewee he had a floor model radio that was broken. It was too big to bring in. Peewee went to the man's house to repair it. Noticed he had all kinds of valuables laying around. So Peewee immediately made plans to break into this guy's house, steal, and then resell those items. His friend Danny would borrow his dad's truck to drive them there. Danny's father found out about their plans and instead of whooping some asses or doing anything else to stop him, he joins him. He offers to fence the stolen goods for them. So that's a cool dude. That's great, Dad. Peewee will steal shit and try to have it fenced whenever he is a free man for the rest of his life.

Danny's dad instructed them to break in on a Saturday afternoon when most people were out and told them which items were most valuable and which items fences wouldn't touch. Now that's what they did. When the boys pulled off that heist and put some money in everybody's pockets, they decided to try it again at somebody else's place. They got away with it, so they did it again, and again, and again. For the next two years, the boys had a prosperous breaking and entering business. Danny's dad always paying them their share, and they saved up enough to collectively buy

a 36 Ford for more heists in other towns. The boys now took their show on the road driving to bigger cities like Columbia and Charleston where Pee Wee claimed He lost his virginity to a sex worker and Pee Wee's interesting words Sometimes we headed to Columbia to Charleston where there was military bases and plenty of whores That's how we all lost our pussy fuck cherries But there was something about them whores that we didn't like we We agreed that jacking off at the hotout was almost as good. Jesus Christ.

That's where we lost our quote pussy fuck cherries. What? Are you still virgin, Peewee? Not when it comes to pussy fuck cherries, I ain't. According to Peewee, he also began watching one of his buddies start to rape other boys around this time. Another part of his not at all normal sexual development. He said his friend Marsh, his trio member Marsh, was interested in younger boys. So sounds like a pedophile. And he and Danny would watch while Marsh engaged in sexual acts with younger boys. They were curious and then they tried it as well.

And then they allowed Marsh to perform sexual acts on them whenever he asked, supposedly because he was their friend. Again in Pee-wee's words, and my oh my, did he have a way with words. Marsh thought the hot out was better than hoes. He liked corn-holing the younger boys and letting them cornhole him. And he liked to suck dicks.

The enemy didn't go for that too much. Mostly we just watched, though to be honest, like most teenage boys, we tried it all once or more and because Marsh was our friend, we would let him suck us off whenever he asked to. What the fuck? Again, he's so casual about the crazy shit, like he just toss it out there like you know how boys is Then and I didn't go for letting little kids fuck our butts too much because you know we ain't gay see we just normal Real blooded men we just thought it would be fun to watch our bud fuck some little butts get his butt fucked Because you know we didn't have like a television or anything else you understand

Did we sometimes suck each other's dicks did Mars suck our dicks like you know quite often well Yeah, we was good friends. We was friends being friends. We red blood boys and boys will be boys Fuck he was no older than 13 when all this happened by the way likely only 11 or 12 Peewee said that he and his two buddies had a hard time finding girls in town who go out with them because they had bad reputations. Yeah! They're constantly stealing shit and sucking each other's dicks and fucking little kid butts and each other's butts. That's probably a little off-putting to grade school and junior high girls back in the 1940s. Peewee said that one evening the trio were out riding around when Marsh, uh, B Marsh,

he decided that they needed to find a virgin girl and rape her at their hideout. Yep. How is Marsh not the serial killer I'm talking about this week? What the fuck happened to Marsh? I wish his last name came up in sources. I really wanted to know where Marsh ended up. And speaking of Marsh, who did he suggest to be their rape victim? Well, none other than his 13 year old younger sister.

A girl he had had his eyes on for a while. Not kidding. He said it would be easy to convince her not to tell anyone. My god. Marsh's mom agreed to let him take his little sister out for a double feature movie night one night. And that was of course a lie. And the boys took her and said to the hideout.

Where these fucking rabid animals raped her repeatedly. The world would have been so much better off, if around this time some good Samaritan would have taken all three of these boys out into the swamp and drowned them, and fed their bodies to some hogs. And yes, I'm very pro-killing children when they are as fucked up as this trio. You don't do what these animals did and then magically become good citizens. Peewee's recollection of this gang rape showed the lack of care he felt for committing such

violent acts. He said, even though we didn't hit her or do nothing to hurt her, she still cried and begged us to stop. Well yeah, of course she did you fucking psycho. You did hurt her, you gang raped her. He promised to pay March sit her if she didn't tell anyone, threatened to hurt her if she did. She promised she would not tell his soul, but luckily she would. But before you find out how Peewee gets punished, time for this week's first of two mid-show sponsor breaks. If you don't want to hear these ads, if you want to help us with donations each month, sign up to be a spaces or on Patreon, get the entire catalog ad free and more

And I'm back and now let's find out what punishment young peewee receives for his rape I gotta say it's a pretty good one After heading to the drive-in for some burgers the boys returned Marsh and his victimized sister to their house Danny dropped peewee off before heading home after dinner peewee was listening to the radio with his family. When Marsha's mother came barreling into the front yard, she got out of her vehicle, ran up into the house, hit Peewee hard enough to knock him out cold. Good on her. Wish she would have hit him hard enough to kill him. When he came to, he was on the ground surrounded by his stepdad, Marsha's stepdad, Marsha's mom. Marsha's mom called him, stepdad, Marsha's stepdad, Marsha's mom. Marsha's mom called him quote, every own Christian kind of name she could think of and punctuated everyone

with a kick to my gut. Peewee and Marsha were dragged out into the barn where Marsha was strung upside down beaten with the pine slat until he was literally bloody. When it was Peewee's turn Marsha's mom was outraged when she realized he was aroused by the pain. Dude was like another Albert Fish. Showbiz! Put your back into it, mama! Make my fat little bottom bleed! That's how they do it in Hollywood. I can't come if you can't hit me harder than that! No older than 13 years old, by the way, when this is going on. Marsha's mom proceeded to beat his genitals with a wooden slat until he was nearly unconscious.

Peewee said he could not move when they let him down and he remained on the barn floor all night long. Marsh's mom and stepdad then tried to go to Danny's house. Well, they did go to Danny's house. Tried to dole out a similar punishment, but Danny's dad was waiting outside with the gun and threatened to kill their entire family if they touched Danny. She shot him and his son Danny. They never talked about what happened after that. Marsh's mom did not want to report the rape to the police because she did not want to ruin her daughter's reputation. Danny's dad moved out of the area after that.

They left for Texas. Marsh decided he needed to leave town too and his mom was happy to be rid of him. She drove his degenerate ass to a bus station and disowned that son of a bitch. Peewe received a few postcards, one letter from his friends, never saw them again. That was the end of the trouble trio. But the damage was done. Peewee was a bona fide psychopath with a taste for rape and violence now. If he didn't have it before in his mind.

Now Peewee was lone and seeking an outlet for his violent urges. According to Peewee, the bothersome weight got heavier and hotter. Peewee soon met a man at the gas station mechanic shop near him who was stationed at the naval base in North Charleston. He was driving his brand new Chevy when it blew a water hose three miles down the road. Peewee helped him out, enjoyed hearing his Navy stories. The man asked Peewee if there was a way to make some money in the area without working too hard. Wink! Wink! Pee Wee told him it would depend on what he was willing to do. The man said he had done time in juvie when he was a kid for breaking and entering. Now Pee Wee told him about stealing from some country houses, that little racket he had. So the man who eventually introduced himself

was Walt said that he could handle the fencing and that he would pay Pee Wee for stealing certain items. And so it begins again for Peewee, round two. Walt picked him up every Saturday now for a few months, took him to a pre-selected house. His new criminal enterprise went smoothly for a while, but on the last Saturday of the third month, Peewee wrote that, quote, everything turned to shit. Peewee selected a house near his family home because he knew the family traveled out of town for a funeral. When he realized the door was unlocked, he thought it was going to be an easy job, but

then he went into the kitchen and found a girl standing inside holding a fucking hatchet. And Peewee knew this girl. Right at the small area. She asked him what the hell he was doing in her house before she swung at him. She ended up chasing him outside. Peewee looked back to see if she was gaining on him. He stumbled on a tree root and fell to the ground. She caught up to him, swung at him again. Too

bad she didn't hit him in the fucking face. But she missed. He grabbed her arm, wrenched the hatchet away from her, and now Peewee started swinging. Hit her twice on her arms, then hit her on the head with the blunt side of the axe. She fell to the ground. He hits her a couple more times now in the back, I believe with the sharp side of the axe. She stops moving, isn't making any noise, and he assumes she's dead. Peewee now runs to the edge of the woods and hears a shotgun blast. When he emerges from the other side of this little thicket of trees, he realizes Walt is already speeding down the road.

His getaway driver has abandoned him, and the sheriff arrives 10 minutes later, finds him and takes Peewee to jail. When the girl recovered, he had fractured her skull but not killed her and just otherwise wounded her. She was able to, you know, positively identify Peewee. Peewee was charged with assault with a deadly weapon, like a plea deal, sentenced to the South Carolina Industrial School for Boys after taking that deal. The judge told Peewee he was lucky he was a juvenile or he would have put him away for a long, long time. The judge then looked at the arrest report, asked Peewee why he had his mother's name

and not his father's. Mama Julia spoke up and said Peewee had her last name because she never married his father, but his legal name, Donald Henry Gaskin Jr. was written that way in the family Bible. And that is when he supposedly finally learned his own damn name. Peewee was committed to the industrial school June 18th 1946. He's 13 years old just turned 13 three months prior. He's supposed to remain at the

school until he turned 21 until or until he was granted an early discharge for good behavior. According to one report made during his time at the school, we are not a...oh no sorry stop are sure from our dealings with abnormal delinquents that this boy is antisocial and there is something in his past development that is preying on his mind. We are requesting psychiatric treatment and proper placement in view of the fact that we are unable to adjust this boy to a group. 13 and already pretty fucked up and unfortunately he will not get the needed psychiatric treatment. On his autobiography, Final Truth, Peewee wrote that the school consisted of dormitories and school buildings with gardens and pastures and that it quote looked more like a farm college campus than a prison.

Guess it was the nicest looking place he'd ever been to. There were no towers, there weren't many guards inmates were put in classes that taught them trade skills like carpentry, mechanics, metalworking. After classes they'd work in the fields and the boys could earn demerits if they broke the rules. The boys were locked in the dormitories at night, required to take showers according to Peewee. That was when the older boys took their pick of the new boys. The biggest boy in Peewee's dorm, the Alpha, was a kid who went by the name of Poss. P-O-S-S. Somebody unusual names in this story.

We've met Peewee, Poss, Marsh, Hennet, Uli, and Fanny so far. Poss allegedly approached Peewee this very night at the school, ordered him to come to his bed after lights out. In Peewee's words, he told me he was going fuck me. Peewee said Posse was over six feet tall, over 200 pounds. Peewee was under five foot tall at this point, under 100 pounds. Not exactly a fair matchup. However, because the boys were told that they would be put in isolation and punished if they were caught doing unnatural sex acts, apparently that was a real problem

this place and seems seems to be. Peewee did not go to Posse's bed that night and he will be punished severely for that. The next day, Posse does not pay much attention to him, not until lockdown. But after lockdown, six boys, including Posse, grabbed Peewee while he was showering and held him down and started raping him.

And when word got out about what they were doing, some other kids came in and took their turn. The more I learned about Pee Wee's childhood, the better and better I've been feeling about my own childhood. Holy shit. Pee Wee claimed he was raped by at least 20 boys in less than an hour's time that night. He said that afterwards his ass was tore up literally so bad he couldn't move.

Again in Pee Wee's words, In a shower room, six boys grabbed me and spread eagle meat face down on the tile floor. One held each arm, one held each leg, and one sat in front of my face and slid forward until his hard-on rubbed against my nose. Then Pops lay down on my back and put a knife blade against my neck, said if I hollered he'd cut my throat. He made me open my mouth for the sitting boys hard- and I felt posse soapy dick ran my ass. Quick as he finished another boy took his place. Then the hard on covered my mouth and as soon as I swallowed another one took his place. Thinking back on it, I figured that in less than one hour

I was gang raped by at least 20 boys and most of them took seconds in my mouth. I had never felt anything like that in my life. When they finally was through with me, I was so so I couldn't move and I heard Paws tell two boys to carry me to my bunk. That is some hell on earth shit. And then Paws, that's fucking outrageous. Then Paws told Peewee he had two choices going forward. He could be Paws' bitch, let Paws do whatever he wanted to him whenever he wanted to do it, or he could be gang raped on a regular basis by whoever wanted to stick their dick in his ass. Peewee said he, you know, he could have gone to the supervisor's office and reported the boys

but then he would have been placed in protective isolation and as much as he didn't want to keep getting fucked he also didn't want to be all alone So Pee Wee chose option A He decided it would be easier to accept the way things were and he agreed to allow allow Paws to do whatever he wanted to him whenever he wanted to do it Dear God and Pee Wee's graphic words again Paws liked to suck and he got so excited when I come with his mouth He didn't last a full minute in my ass, which I could tolerate

This is just fucking normal life for him. By like the time he's writing this stuff, this is all just like, yeah, that's just, you know, this is how life works. Yeah, still not 13 years old. Or, or he's just barely, I'm sorry, he's still just 13 years old. Peewee said that after he fixed Posse's radio for him one night, though, he became his right-hand man and they got friendlier and sometimes now they would share new boys who came into the prison with Posse or you know, he would share and by shared I mean they would take turns raping these new guys. I can't think of any other serial killer who I've covered who had a rapier childhood than this guy. Despite their rent friendship, Posse still forced Peewee to have sex with him and even would sexually trade him out with other boss boys in the other dorms. Let's hear Peewee talk about that because it's fucked up as how I can relay things sometimes.

I'm still not quite as raw and uncensored as old Peewee was. I was Paz's right hand in our dome and when new boys come in he sometimes shared them with me. Paz said he was partial to me because I was so little my dick looked big compared to the rest of me. Of course he was called Boss Posse Hoss because his cock was so damn big. The only real bad problem that developed between me and Posse was that him being boss boy in our dome he made deals with the boss boys at other domes boy in our dorm he made deals with the boss boys at other dorms trading favors for cigarettes or whatever and one of the things boss boys traded to

each other was the littler boys like me I never knew when I was gonna be told to go somewhere and strip or blow or ream or get rammed or whatever by whoever pops had made another deal with how is this his fucking real life this is childhood after about a year of living in this waking nightmare Peewee and another deal with. How is this his fucking real life? This is his childhood. After about a year of living in this waking nightmare, Peewee and four other boys escaped, but they were caught two days later. Peewee had jumped off the truck, ran to his old hideout in the woods, took him two days to get there once he made it. He just passed out from exhaustion and then when he woke up there

was the Florence County Deputy Sheriff standing above him. He was sentenced to three months of hard labor, isolation for his escape and he would receive 30 lashes. Peewee then made a second, then a third escape attempt. Several months later one was another boy he could trust. A third time they were on the run for six days. Before he got caught, put back into isolation for four months and given 50 lashes. When Peewee was out that time, his old buddy Posse was released and he was now controlled by a new boss boy. And Peewee said his new boss boy made old Posse boss boy look like a peach.

He said this dude, who he never names, was quote, real fond of washing gang rapes with me on the bottom. Peewee escaped again that summer, making all the way to Williamsburg County because a cousin from there said that Peewee escaped again that summer making all the way to Williamsburg County because a cousin from there said that Peewee's aunt there would let him stay with her if he did chores. And so Peewee did stay there for several months. Then one day his aunt went to town to go shop and return with the relative of theirs who was a police officer. This relative asked Peewee about

life at the reformatory and said he wasn't going to arrest him but he did think Peewee should go back and turn himself in. The superintendent of the reform did think Peewee should go back and turn himself in. The superintendent of the reformatory offered Peewee a deal, no lashes, just 30 days of hard labor and isolation if he turned himself in. Peewee took that deal, but then he said he was tricked. He said that once he got back, he was subjected to 20 lashes every night. After a week he'd had enough, he snapped, attacked a guard, then he was sent to the state psychiatric hospital for five weeks isolation It was there that he would speak to a psychiatrist who asked him amongst other questions if he believed in God He told him he hadn't given it much thought but he figured of so many other people went to church and donated money There must be a God

Psychiatrist asked him if any voices had told him to attack that girl with a hatchet He said no argue it was self-defense Psychiatrist asked him about his childhood, why he kept escaping from school. The psychiatrist also implied he would see Peewee again, but then Peewee developed appendicitis, had to go to the hospital, and after that Peewee never saw this psychiatrist again. He was sent back to the performatory, put in isolation, and threatened with more lashing. So he decided to escape again towards the end of 1950. He's now 17 years old. And this time he'll make it all the way to Sumter County or Sumter, South Carolina about 50 miles from Florence

Where he reconnected with his old rapist buddy Posse. The fucking bands back together. How do you seek this guy out? Posse told Peewee that he often stayed there with his uncle who put together crews to work for traveling carnivals. So now we got a carnival in this story. This keeps getting more ridiculous Here we found Posse got a job Helping set up and take down carnivals equipment, but then he developed a hernia from all the heavy lifting So then he was made a night guard at the carnival and this carnival traveled to Georgia, Florida and North Carolina And of course all over South Carolina. I wish I knew the name of that carnival

Florida and North Carolina and of course all over South Carolina. I wish I knew the name of that carnival This also confirms the worst assumptions I had about carnivals as a kid that their carnies were people exactly like Pee Wee Gaskins and Posse Just fucking rapey backwoods gremlins During his travels to the South Pee Wee met a girl named Mary who was 13 and a half He thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen he begged her to marry him But she said she didn't want to be married to a boy who was on the run from the law. She's 13 years old! Why is she talking about getting married? Fucking kids growing up way too fast and they suck. She told him to go back and finish his sentence so he could be free to live a normal life.

And then Peewee and Mary, they'll get married. January 22nd, 1951. They spent one night together before Peewee surrendered to police and returned to reform school He would now be held in isolation for the remaining three months of his sentence Mary would stay with his mom and stepdad and prospect and visit him for an hour every Sunday. I can't believe after all that They just like let him out early. I guess they were just tired of like having to deal with him just constantly escaping For getting out at the age of 17, you know, he could have been held until 21, just a few months away from turning 18. The happy couple now moves in together. Peewee gets a job doing part-time construction work, which he hates. Doesn't pay much.

Mary then soon becomes pregnant and their daughter Shirley is born April 17th, 1952 when Mary is 14. Peewee would have two children altogether, his daughter Shirley, and then later a son named Donald Jr. I guess it'd be Donald the third, who he had with his second wife, Jerry Dolores, who he will marry a decade later in 1962. And Jerry will occasionally travel with Peewee, other times to live with their parents. Shocked that his marriage to Mary won't work out, right?

I'm getting ahead of myself. Back to 1951. Peewee encountered a man in the Florence area he knew from reform school. He was called the Slick Duck because of his hairstyle. Sounds like a greaser. Real cool cat, Daddy-o. Yeah, why not add a Slick Duck to this story? We got Peewee, Posse, Parsh, Hinnit, Yulee, Fanny, and Slick Duck. Slick offered Peewee a job on a tobacco farm. Peewee, Posse, Parsh, Hinnit, Yulee, Fannie, and Slick Duck. Slick offered Peewee a job on a tobacco farm. Peewee told him he hated farm work. But Slick told him he should take the job literally giving him a wink, implying there was more to it than just, you know, traditional labor. Slick also helped Peewee and Mary land a house rent free on a farm a few miles outside of Johnsonville, South Carolina. There Mary learned tobacco grading when Slick realized Peewee was good with motors.

He has him start working on farm trucks. After a few months of working on the farm, Slick picks Peewee up, drives him to a tobacco barn in the middle of nowhere. They steal the best tobacco from that barn, load it onto a waiting truck for transport, which departed the area soon afterwards. Peewee and Slick hang around until after midnight and then they set that barn on fire. Peewee and Slick what a barn burning duo. Mr. Duck drove Peewee home, paid him 300 bucks. Peewee didn't ask questions, thanked him for the gig. Now he had to convince his wife Mary that the money wasn't stolen and that he just got a huge bonus for hard

work. Well, it turned out that barn burning was not a one-off. Peewee and Slick were now in the arson business together. Before Christmas 1951, he and Slick had burned two more barns in South Carolina and three barns in North Carolina. In total, Peewee earned almost $2,000 for that, equivalent to about 25 grand today. Peewee signed on for another year at the farm and they continued committing arson after arson on the side. He soon earned himself almost a thousand dollars for burning down a warehouse in the Charlotte

area which was a riskier job. Slick eventually told Peewee that he was working with farmers to commit insurance fraud and that the government would pay on the crop loss and that the farmers were not aware that Slick was hauling off the good tobacco for resale before he burned the barns. So Mr. Duck running quite a little racket here. But like nearly all good scams, this one eventually will come to an end. The police will come knocking on Pee Wee's door asking about old Slick. Pee Wee was terrified that Slick was going to be arrested, then rat him out and reveal

everything they were doing. But that was not the case. The officers explained that Slick's ex-wife and her new husband, wouldn't you know it, had both been murdered. And Slick was seen going into their house right before gunshots were heard. And his two kids said they literally saw their dad fucking kill their mom and stepdad. Fucking Slick! There was some real Slick shit to be doing. Not surprised that Mr. Duck was a murderer. Slick was now lost in the wind, and he would never return to the area. A new man named Sticky Goat took over the farm, offered Pee Wee a regular job now,

but he was unhappy with work, and was particularly aggravated by two teen girls who lived on that farm. His name was not Sticky Goat, it was Arthur Lewis. I just thought Sticky Goat would be a proper counterpart to Slick Duck. According to Pee Wee, they, those two teen girls on this farm that he thought were harassing him, was always ragging me about something, calling me names and what not, like they was

better than me and Merritt. Peewee said he told the girls to leave him alone and then one of them said she heard her father and some others saying Peewee had something to do with burning tobacco barns and they were waiting to have him arrested so they wouldn't have to pay him. He said she called him scum, told him he belonged in a prison. Peewee was pissed, told her to shut up, get the hell away from him. Then she came closer said she was going to tell her dad that Peewee tried to rape her so he be put away in prison for a long time and then she spit at him and then she said but you ain't worth the trouble Peewee you ain't even good enough to

kiss my ass. And this is Peewee's version of events of course. I doubt this went down that way. Yeah I bet he was trying to hit on her probably trying to rape her. Peewee said he snapped, swung a hammer he was already holding and hit the girl right behind her right ear. Then he hit her again on the top of her head she fell to the floor completely still then he kicked her in the face quote for good measure. The other girl screamed and ran. Peewee started to chase after her but then thought it'd be smarter just to run off instead. Peewee said he didn't have time to tell Mary what had happened before he fled. He hid out in an American Legion building on the other side

of Johnsonville that became stir crazy after a few days. So Peewee being Peewee, he set that building on fire. Fled to a deserted shack where law enforcement found him two days later a September 28th 1952 article from the Florence Morning News provides some information on the incident outside of Peewee's own perspective Johnsonville September 27th a heavily armed posse combed the woods and swampland surrounding this small community in the southeastern corner of Florence County today in Swampland surrounding this small community in the southeastern corner of Florence County today in a fruitless search for a 21-year-old white man wanted for an alleged attempted rape of a 13-year-old white girl just outside Johnsonville last Sunday afternoon. Chief of Police Ed Lurie identified the wanted man as Junior Gaskins, alias Junior Parrot, but really peewee, who he said is an ex-convict.

Searchers called off their hunt late tonight when dogs tracked Gaskins to a point of Lake City Highway just outside of Johnsonville. No trace of Gaskins has been found since the alleged act last Sunday. Then yesterday, J.C. Powell, a farmer in the Piston section, reported the theft of a shotgun from his home. Officers decided the gun was stolen by Gaskins and a search showed a place in the nearby woods where it is believed Gaskins slept last night. Sheriff John Hanna arrived on the scene early today and sent the request to Columbia for the dogs.

Lurie said today that Gaskins had been employed by a Florence contractor and was at the home of an uncle Weldon Parrot last Sunday. Lurie said that Gaskins borrowed Parrot's truck to go to his home in the position section to get his lunch pail. Gaskins, Lurie said, invited several children, including the girl, said to have been the victim of the attack to join him. When they arrived at Gaskins' home, the chief said Gaskins called the girl into the house and then attempted to attack her. That sounds about right. He was surprised by his wife, according to Lurie, and fled with the truck. The truck was later found abandoned at Potato Bed Ferry in Marion County. Yeah, that attack sounds much more truthful.

This was all about Peewee trying to rape this poor girl. Peewee is now charged with attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon with intent to inflict grave bodily harm and arson. In October of 1952, Peewee is acquitted on the arson charge due to a lack of evidence. A few days later, the solicitor, South Carolina equivalent to a district attorney, offered him a plea deal for a lesser charge of assault and battery with an 18-month sentence. Peewee agreed to the deal, but didn't get it in writing. He pled guilty, was then sentenced to five years in prison.

Peewee not thrilled about that sentence. He shouted at the judge, well, fuck you, you old of a bitch! And that got him an extra year for contempt. Before we find out how this next stint behind bars is going to go for Peewee, I'll give you a hint, not well. Let's take today's second in two mid-show sponsor breaks. Thanks for listening to those sponsors and now we return to the fall of 1952 to find out how Peewee fares in the South Carolina State Penitentiary. Peewee joined the population of the South Carolina State Penitentiary in the fall of 1952. He's 19 years old. After all that we've gone over, he is still a teenager.

After several weeks in the prison, Peewee said a large man came up to him in the yard and told him that from then on he belonged to an inmate named Arthur, one of the older power men. Right? There was the boss boys, now there's the power men, and these power men got first choice of new meat. So here we go again. Is this really what prison life was like back in the 1950s?

Or were South Carolina prisons just like especially rapey? People said he was transferred to Arthur's cell that evening. Arthur ordered him to strip naked and apparently beat the shit out of him and then raped him. For the next six months, Peewee said he was under Arthur's total control. He claimed he was also raped by multiple other violent men. For fuck's sake. This dude's youth revolved mostly around rape. From either being raped or trying to rape others. How good are you feeling about your own life right now in comparison? If his childhood was somehow better than yours? Oh my god, I'm sorry that you went through hell. Peewee knew planning an escape would take a long time and he felt like he could not wait for that.

He couldn't handle all the sexual assaults any longer. He felt like he had to do something to protect himself. As he wrote in Final Truth, I gave it lots of thought and I reckon I needed to come up with an act so goddamn violent that every man in the pen would be scared shitless of me. What am I to do next? And the only way to do that was to make my bones. I had to kill somebody. And not just anybody.

I had to kill somebody powerful and special. He said he heard that the meanest inmate in the prison was a man named Hazel Brazel. Fuckin' Hazel. That's the meanest dude's name. Not Gertrude. Not Kimberly. We got Peewee, Posse, Marsh, Hinnit, Yulee, Fanny, Slick Duck, and the baddest man in South Carolina, Hazel. Hazel fucking Brazel. He said Brazel kept mostly to himself, sticking with his small crew of boys.

Peewee told Arthur that he'd heard lots of talk about Brazel not trading with the other power men and having his boys steal for him. He questioned why no one had done anything about that yet. He said Arthur laughed. He said no one could get to Brazel. And Peewee responded, I figure anybody can be got to.

I know I could kill him. Arthur didn't believe him. Now Peewee got to plotting. He figured out what Brazel liked to eat and drink, what his daily routine was. He went to the kitchen to make a sandwich one day, stole a Perry knife while he was there, purchased an orange soda from the canteen, and then he walked right on into Brazel's cell. Brazel was lying on his cot with his boys keeping guard.

Since Peewee was offering him a sandwich and drink, he was let in. He said it was from Arthur. Peewee did this three more times over the next two weeks, slowly gaining Brazl's trust. And then during his fifth visit, he said only one of Brazl's boys was now standing outside his cell, and Brazl was sitting on the toilet. He said he entered the cell, set the food down, approached ol' Hazel, a palm and a knife in his pocket, and Hazel allegedly said, Fuck you staring at. You know what, that sounds like something Hazel would say.

According to Peewee, quote, I didn't hesitate a lick. I jabbed the knife into his left jugular vein and sliced toward his Adam's apple and twisted it deep in his pulse artery. Brazl's throat was cut open for he could raise his arms to protect himself. He tried to yell but just gurgled. The prison guards would of course question Peewee, but all he would say was that he got into an argument with Hazel. Hazel became violent and they had to kill him in self-defense. Peewee was placed in solitary while he was there. Words spread about the murder. To his surprise Arthur

congratulated him upon his release from solitary for having the balls to kill Hazel. Hazel's death had apparently made Arthur the number one power man in the prison because people thought it was Arthur's call and Peewee was now the second. Peewee and Arthur both take a plea deal for manslaughter now. Peewee receives a nine-year sentence to run concurrent with his six-year sentence, meaning he only gets an extra three years for this. And that was worth it for him, because Peewee said he was never fucked again for the rest of his sentence. Not against his will. He was a power man himself now. Had his own boy. And he said he treated his boy well. It was never violent with him. I mean he for sure fucking raped him, but it was like gentle, considerate rapes, I guess.

Peewee's very young wife Mary made the smart choice to divorce his fucking crazy ass in mid 1953. Peewee was devastated decided he had to escape prison but not to harm Mary he said but because the divorce hurt so bad he felt the urge to get back out on the streets and hurt some other people. So he's very well adjusted psychologically. Peewee said he escaped prison next in 1955 on the back of a garbage truck. This dude was crafty. He was just small size to his advantage by shoving himself inside one of the garbage

cans. He said the driver and his assistant both helped Peewee because they were afraid of him. Once they were clear, Peewee popped himself out of the drum, jumped out onto the highway, leading to Florence. He then walked through the woods, back to Lake City, stole a car from his cousin, David Gaskins. Can you imagine having this dude in your family? he was your cousin? What a fucking curse.

A week later, he would drive all the way to Lake Wales, Florida in hopes of finding that traveling carnival again. He found his old acquaintance Posse, who was now married with three kids in Orlando. How does that psycho have three kids and wife? That poor woman. Peewee and old boss boy Posse now returned to work in the carnival. But Peewee wasn't happy with carnival work no more. Posse wasn't either. He wanted to get back to his wife and kids. And again, why are these black guys friends?

The day after they met, Posse organized a gang rape for Peewee. Now it's like Posse is his best bud in the whole world. This dude was so damaged. Anyway, during one of their visits with Posse's wife, Peewee meets a girl named Junie Alice Holden, 19. Peewee at this point is 22. And Peewee decided he wants to marry her. But then after two weeks of courting, he's out of money and no longer interested.

She probably wasn't into cornholing as much as he was. So he goes back to carny life. And now Peewee meets one of the quote, girly show dancers, to use his words. A woman who said her name was Helen McCoy Initially Pee Wee fell in love with her and followed her to Tennessee where she said she had a family emergency to deal with On the road there. She told him the real name was actually Betty Jean Gates and Pee Wee was a big fan of Betty least initially in his interesting words She was what they called contortionist, which meant she could wrap her ankles around her

neck and walk on her hands. She did that for me buck naked and she fucked me that way, which was surely the most exciting way I had done it in a while, if ever. And she loved to fuck while she was twisted up into all kind of other pretzel shapes too. I never met a woman who liked sex, any kind of sex as much as she did. I was so hot for her that I was ready to follow her anywhere. And uh, Hail, Lusifena. I mean, he doesn't deserve her, but Hail, Lusifena. Betty Jean soon revealed that like Pee-wee, she was a fugitive.

She was wanted in five states, Tennessee, West Virginia, Kentucky, Ohio, and Virginia. Her charges included forgery, larceny, accessory to armed robbery, grand theft auto, armed assault, burglary, and escape. What a pair. When these two arrived in Cookville, Tennessee, she gave Peewee a carton of cigarettes and some money, asked him to take them up the street to her brother who was in the Putnam County jail and needed money for bail. She said she couldn't do it herself because of the warrants out against her. After she bribed Pee Wee with more freaky sex, he went to the jail to see Betty's brother, and then when he got back to the motel, Pee Wee discovered that his car

was gone and so were all of Betty's belongings. Ha ha! Cycle met his match. Pee Wee decided to wait it out, see if she'd return. And she did not, but she did manage to get him in more trouble. Cycle met his match. Peewee decided to wait it out, see if she'd return. And she did not. But she did manage to get him in more trouble. Come morning the police busted down his motel room door because the carton of cigarettes he'd brought into the prison had a razor blade snuck inside it.

And now he learns that Betty Jean's brother was actually her husband and that he had used that razor blade on a guard to escape. Peewee lied to the police that his name was David Gaskins, name of the cousin he stole the car from, and that he didn't have shit to do with the escape. The stolen car was found in the parking lot of the bus depot in a town 35 miles away now. Authorities searched the glove department, found the registration for David Gaskins with a South Carolina address, not a Florida one like Peewee said, and then South Carolina authorities will confirm the car had been said. And then South Carolina authorities will confirm the car had been stolen. And then the police learned that Peewee was on the run from prison where he'd

been serving time for assault and murder. And so now he goes back to prison yet again. He's charged with aiding escape and sentenced to six months in Tennessee plus three more months for assault another prisoner after he'd been arrested. Then after that he's extradited back to South Carolina. He doesn't have much to say about his time in the Tennessee jail. Must not have been too rapey. And then the FBI, they investigated the car theft. They now charged Peewee with interstate auto theft and he's sentenced to three years in the Atlanta federal prison concurrent with his time in South Carolina. And Peewee's actually thrilled. He much preferred the cleaner, more modern federal facility to the South Carolina state prison. He would later say it was the strictest prison he was ever in, but that his He much preferred the cleaner, more modern federal facility to the South Carolina State Prison.

He would later say it was the strictest prison he was ever in, but that his time there was the easiest. He didn't act up. Didn't get made anyone's bitch. Never tried to escape. He made friends with some mafia guys from New York who he seemed to really admire. Said one of the main regrets of his life later was to not go and try and work for the Genovese crime family or Genovese in New York City when he got out. Gaskins completed his sentence, was released August 6, 1961, and he returned to Florence County, South Carolina. Moved back in with his mom and stepdad. He's 28 years old,

frustrated that he's making next to nothing harvesting tobacco back in Prospect. After a few months, he gets into a little altercation with his stepdad and moves out. And Peewee's always colorful words. Because I didn't want to upset my mama, I tried not to let it bother me. My stepdad he always acted like a dingleberry asshole. I was still littler than him, so he bossed me around, he talked real nasty to me like he had always done. But then one day when he was working in the barn, he made a real big mistake. He got mad about the way I was doing something or not doing something, I can't remember which, and he backhanded me hard enough to knock me sprawling.

I bounced up mad as hell. I grabbed the pitchfork, backed him up against the stall. I was truly a cunt hair away from killing that son of a bitch, but then I stopped. I couldn't kill him because for some god knows what reason my mama loved that old sack of horse shit And I could never do nothing to hurt my mama So I just pushed the prongs tied up against his gut roll and told him how I made my bones in prison And that if he ever hit me again, I'll run him through in spite of my love for mama Next day I decided it is best I move out

Never dull moment around peewee His life was a lot of things, but never boring. He thought about hooking back up with his old buddy Posse now. His old boss Posse, old rascal. He used to ass rape him, but would also often be kind enough to suck his dick. But Peewee was still sore about being scammed by that contortionist, and the carnival pay wasn't great. He ended up going to stay with his cousin Marvin for a while instead and then he lived with his uncle Dewey. Of course this son of a bitch has an uncle Dewey. What the fuck? Peewee, Posse, Marsh, Hinnit, Yulee, Fanny, Slick Duck, Hazel the baddest man in South Carolina, and Uncle Dewey. Okay. While Peewee bounces around he does some work fixing whatever people he'd fix him for cash. Seems like he was you know always doing on the side. Then he ran across a pastor named George E. Todd,

who lived right in Prospect. Pastor Todd, fucking why not? Another great name for this story. Pastor Todd would travel up and down the coastline of South Carolina and Georgia, preaching and selling things that parishioners had donated to him to make money for his pastoring. Pastor Todd took a liking to Pee Wee, and Peewee started traveling with him as a barely paid assistant of sorts. And Pastor Todd apparently had no idea that Peewee only agreed to help him because he wanted to break into places outside of Florence County and burglarize them. And that was exactly what he would do.

Classic Peewee. In his poetic words. Because Reverend Todd was so respected, no one suspicioned that when he was in town preaching I was picking out good places to break into later. It didn't take me long to figure out that houses and beach towns are even easier pickings than ones out in the country. Folks near the beach and ocean tend to relax to the point of pure carelessness. I kept my eyes open for places that looked uppity rich and easy to get in,

and a few weeks later when he was preaching miles away, I slipped back and broke into him. I was real careful to check before I went in, make sure no one was there. As we traveled around, sometimes I spotted and broke into country stores where I'd seen racks of guns and displays of watches and such. Usually I could haul away a thousand dollars worth in ten minutes but I never sold out of the back of preacher's van any of the things I stole. I always fend some things through two men in Sumter who I'd known for a long time. They paid me real fair by 20 cents on the dollar so I had no complaints." Okay so he's got his new business and then in 1962 Peewee gets

married again Allow me to let him share the good news With you after reminding you that he is now 29 years old There 1962 I got married again Her name was Jerry Dolores and she was fine. Even though she's almost 18, which was old by my standards She was pretty and nice and sweet and I treated her good like I done all the women I married. She traveled with me some of the time and stayed with her folks other times. When we was apart I telephoned to her when I could and sent her little presents and money.

From then on whenever I was in a honky tonk where I didn't know anybody and a woman asked me to pay money for her ass I said to hell with with you I got me a fine teenage wife waiting to fuck me when I get home What a romantic? Even though she was almost 18, which was old by my standards. He really wasn't holding anything back in this autobiography, did he? According to some sources this pair had a had a son named Donald PB references his son in his book but never never names him, never talks about his birth, never shares any real details at all. Same for his daughter Shirley. Just a few years after getting married, becoming a dad again in 1964,

Peewee's heading back to prison. Oh yeah, this time for raping a 12-year-old girl. Someone not too old by his standards, I guess. Peewee said in his autobiography that he had known this girl Patsy all her life. One Saturday his wife took the car to town to go shopping. He knew that Patsy's parents were most likely gone so he went to her house and found her there. She let him in when he said he was just there for a visit and then this fucking animal told her this 12 year old girl how many women he had been with about how he had attacked one woman with a hatchet, another with a hammer, and how he had killed a man in prison.

Patsy was understandably terrified, and she starts crying. Peewee now tells her to take off all her clothes, to lie down and he won't hurt her, but he will hurt her. He will rape her. And while he was trying to clean up afterwards, he heard two of Patsy's aunts approach the house. He makes Patsy get dressed quick. The two of them flee to Peewee's family home

But they had left bloody sheets behind. Got this fucking poor girl Officers soon show up at Peewee's home. Tell his stepdad who had showed up to Peewee's home They believed that Patsy had been raped and kidnapped. Peewee had told Patsy to hide He had pretended to be sleeping in the same room as her but then his stepdad came in, sees Patsy's skirt sticking out from behind the wardrobe, and then he does the right thing. He tells the police that they're there.

And Peewee's arrested and charged with statutory rape. His arraignment is scheduled for the very next week, but he doesn't wanna be sent back to that South Carolina penitentiary where he had been raped, so the rapist makes yet another escape plan. Peewee's arraignment took place June 8, 1964. Once he's inside the courthouse, his cuffs are removed. He's locked inside a room to await arraignment, a room on the

second floor of the building, and Peewee jumped out the window. Quote, quick as a flea. No, that's not quite accurate. Quick as a flea fuck. I really hate this dude, but I gotta say I do like the way he describes things sometimes. The window wasn't even locked because according to Peewee, The law was damn sure nobody would be crazy enough to jump out window 30 feet above the ground. But I was a little Peewee Gaskins. I didn't weigh 120 pounds, shoes and all. So I just aim my ass and back for the boxwood hedges that line the sidewalk. All I got was some scratches and bruises, but I paid them never-know mind. Okay. Little cockroach then finds a county car with the key in the ignition. Drives the fuck on

out of Florence County. He went to his mom's house. Fetched his wallet before he took off again. He left the county car in a drainage ditch. Headed down back roads towards Dillon, South Carolina on foot. That night steals another car. Dri drives all the way to North Carolina looking for that old traveling carnival he'd worked at, but their schedule changed. Then Peewee recalled his old rape buddy, Posse, told him about Robinson County, North Carolina, where a man could find a nice place to hide in the woods. Peewee makes it there, rents a boarding house from a woman he didn't, who didn't ask too many questions. He then abandoned his new stolen car in a Charlotte garage,

takes the bus to Raleigh where he pays cash for an older vehicle. At the end of his second month as a free man on the run in Robinson County, he marries a 17 year old girl named Lenny who he met at a hardware store. Well, he kind of marries her. They got married to her house, never run to a courthouse or anything

because he's on the run from the law and because he's still married. Do you want him to hear, do you want to hear him share the good news? Of course you do. Here's what this wonderful wordsmith said about all this. At the end of my second month I met a 17 year old Lumbee girl named Lenny. We met at the hardware store where she worked and I was mad hard for her. First second I seen her. We went out to dinner into the roadhouses and talked and laughed but that was all she let me do until I told her I loved her and wanted to marry her. Never stops amazin' me what a woman would do in exchange for them words. Not that I didn't mean it when I said I loved her and my other wives too, I truly loved

them all. Anyhow, we got married at her family's house, lived together for three months before I got so restless I couldn't tolerate it no more. One afternoon I told her I had to go buy some parts at the junkyard and I left the place where we lived, left Roberson County and never had no intention of ever seeing her again. Again, such a romantic, right? Romantic 31 year old dude lying to his 17 year old girl so he can sleep with her because he's mad hard for her. After abandoning his teen bride, Peewee goes back to Charlotte. Calls one of his fences to ask about

his other wife, fucking Jesus Christ, Jerry, who's staying with relatives in his absence. He then called Jerry at work, told her to take a bus to Savannah so he could see her. You can tell she was angry, of course she was. But Peewee said he was sorry, wanted to make things up, and Jerry agrees to meet him. She shows up in Savannah and the couple now flee to Florida. There Pee Wee finds the old carnival office trailer and learns his friend Posse had died of suicide after his wife and kids had all died in a house fire. Jesus Christ. Do you think that maybe Posse set that fire? I do. Maybe his wife found out he'd raped some kids or something.

Pee Wee and Jerry left Florida the next day. Jerry now wanted to go home, so Peewee then agreed to take her to Savannah so she could get on a bus back to South Carolina. He planned on returning to North Carolina. On the way to the bus station, he's pulled over for speeding. Well, he was supposed to have pulled over anyway. Peewee, Florida, tried to outrun the cops, but then he blew a tire and crashed into a swamp. Now Peewee, Florida, tried to outrun the cops, but then he blew a tire and crashed into a swamp. Now Peewee took off on foot. He fled deep into the swamp, knowing the police wouldn't want to pursue him

and the dangerous creature infested waters, waters where he was the most dangerous creature of all. He walked until he came upon a train yard, crawled into an empty freight car, and rode that freight car back to North Carolina. What about his wife, Jerry? Well, he just left her in the car. He assumed she'd figure out how to make it back home, I guess.

Once back in North Carolina, he visits his other wife, teenage Lenny, and takes her out for a night in the town. Now, wouldn't you think she was still pretty pissed at him for leaving her with no warning whatsoever, though? Well, she was. The next morning, he was woken up by five police officers who had been summoned by Lenny.

I love it. Hail Nimrod, Lenny. Peewee was now extradited back to South Carolina where he was tried and sentenced to eight years for rape, escape, unlawful flight to avoid prosecution, interstate transportation of a stolen vehicle, and auto theft. With his criminal record,

why not just put him away for life already? He raped a fucking 12 year old. Peewee served his time quietly and was paroled in November of 1968 after serving just four years and he didn't even get raped one time during this stretch. He said that when he showed back up to his prison, his reputation preceded him. People remembered that he had killed a man inside before and that he had escaped prison numerous times and he had spent time in Atlanta they'd heard with mob men so no one fucked with Pee Wee this go-around and according to him in order to get out quicker he didn't fuck with anybody else either. He said it was uh it was different now as well in the prison. The prison had been

reformed. Wasn't the old butthole free-for-all Fiesta used to be? I feel like I said Friesta, butthole free for all Friesta. Yeah, it's a free party, the Friesta. He later wrote about getting out. I was 35 years old. Oh, I should let him, I should do it in his voice. I was 35 years old when I got out of CCI in 68 and I was damn determined. I was never going back to prison,

which didn't mean I was never going to do anything illegal again Just wasn't ever plan on getting caught He was able to get a job at Fort Roofing and Sheet metal in Sumter, South Carolina only about an hour's drive from Prospect How fun for the poor girl he raped who's 16 now According to Peewee I did my real work and made my real money in the evenings on the weekends. Stripping, reworking, repainting stolen cars brought him from out of state. Peewee also purchased a hearse around this time. Started driving around with a plastic skeleton inside, bumper sticker that read,

We haul anything, living or dead. Again, he was never born. Now he would literally tell people, for years he did this apparently, whenever they asked why he drove a hearse, he'd say, "'Cause I kill so many people, I don't need a hearse to haul them to my own private cemetery." People thought he was joking. Years later, they would learn he was dead serious. Part of his strategy to never go back to prison was to kill anyone he thought could incriminate him.

Peewee rented a rundown home out in the country for $25 a month now. He lived half a mile from the elderly couple who owned the property and he used a little tenant house he lived in to store his stolen parts. Also worked on stolen cars and a barn near the tenant house. All of Peewee's family still lived in Florence County including his first wife and daughter Shirley who was now about 17 and married with her own children. Yes, children plural at 17. Peewee's a grandpa now. Papa Peewee! Also again, holy shit. We're kids growing up fast. In the backwoods area of South Carolina our story is set in today. Peewee and his daughter got together often even though it was part of his condition, the conditions of his release.

He was not supposed to set foot in Florence County. But Peewee's gonna be Peewee. He gonna live life to pop how Peewee wants. Peewee started dating several different lucky women. He met at bars and clubs in the area. Life was great. But then Peewee's own consistently fucked up words. It didn't make no difference how agreeable and enjoyable things was, every once in a while my insides started getting them aggravated and bothersome feelings again The same as I had got regular from time to time as long as I could remember First that special heaviness commenced to roll around my gut and up my spine and into my head and down again

I hurt from my balls to behind my eyes I was truly in a terrible kind of pain. It felt like it wanted to tear me open so we could get out It didn't seem to be brought on by anything anybody in particular But when it come I sure knew it was there. I got edgy upset Means a cotton-mouthed moscow in a gallon-sized mason jar When I was like that I knew the best thing for me to do was get far away from any folks that mattered to me I sure don't never want to hurt a wife or kid when I exploded. But he would hurt kids. Holy fuck would he ever.

Many years later Peewee would tell his daughter Shirley that every so often he got the urge to see blood. Called himself a vampire. Said he felt anxious, shaky, and wouldn't go away till he killed somebody. Count Peewee started spending a fair amount of time driving up and down the Carolina coast around this time. He claimed that whenever he saw a girl hitchhiking he'd stop and offer her a ride. If she got in to get to talking at the venture he'd ask if she had a place to stay. If she didn't he would offer to get a motel room for the both of them for the night like a gentleman. If the girl said no he would offer her money in exchange for

sex like a gentleman. If she said no again or got upset no, he would offer her money in exchange for sex, like a gentleman. If she said no again, or got upset or offended, he would stop the car and tell her to get the fuck out, like a gentleman. He said he wanted to hurt him, but he didn't want any of the girls reporting him to the police. Eventually, Papa Peewee, Sir Gaskin's decount, got frustrated by this routine, found that it didn't excite him to pay for sex. When he could sleep with women, he picked up bars for free. But then, he realized that the girls who

lingered in his fantasies and thoughts the most were the ones who said no to him. The ones who denied this evil incarnate walking Napoleon complex. The ones who had the nerve to get out of his car instead of fucking him sideways. The ones who in his deranged mind thought that he's too good for him. Which they were. They definitely all were. But those were the girls he really wanted now and not just for sex. He said that this is when he really started to regularly fantasize about committing very violent acts against these women. But realistically at the time he knew he probably couldn't get away with doing that. So he didn't pursue this fantasy yet. Usually Peewee said when these dark fantasies took hold of

him they'd fade within about 24 hours. but then they always came back a few weeks later. One Sunday morning in late September of 1969 Pee Wee said he felt those bothersome urges again. He left Sumter headed for Myrtle Beach about a hundred miles away. It was after Labor Day so there weren't many girls out hitchhiking that day. If they were out they weren't alone but then in the mid-afternoon Peewee said he saw a pretty blonde girl alone on the road. He stopped, let her into his car. She said she was heading to Charleston that night in Jacksonville the next day. She was meeting friends and they were all going to work on a yacht in Miami. The girl

started telling him about her her history of working on yachts sailing around Florida and the Caribbean and Peewee made his move. He interrupted her, told her that he hadn't been planning on driving past Georgetown but he would be happy to take her all the way to Charleston if they could have a nice dinner, a nice restaurant together and then get a motel room for the night where you know he could aggressively cornhole her like a gentleman. Like the boys in prison you know used to do to him. He said all that stuff except for the corn-holing part, probably.

The girl responded with a nervous laugh and politely declined. Peewee said that was fine, but now she'd have to get to Charleston on her own because he didn't do anything without getting something in return. The girl quickly agreed, yeah, that's fair, and asked to be let out of the car. He now drove a couple more miles until he found a dirt shoulder where he could pull over and then according to his later recollection and final truth, when I stopped I turned sideways on her seat and stared at her and that was the moment when my miracle come shining down and the answer was simple. What I had to do was kill her. If she was dead, she could never tell the law, nobody, nothing. So once I've made up my mind and decided she's

gonna die anyhow, I could do anything I wanted with her. Anything. That's a fucking terrifying mental place. When the girl reached for her duffel bag, Peewee said he punched her in the side of the head, hit her twice more, she fell to the floorboard. He then used her belt to tie her hands behind her back, then looped his own belt around her neck. And then he started driving again down a dead-end dirt-logging road. Along the way, the girl started to regain consciousness. He said he could tell she was trying to figure out her next move.

So Peewee stopped driving, pulled her out of the car by her belt, went around her neck, reached back into his car, took out a small knife, putting the tip of the blade up against her nostril and wanted her to be quiet. And he forced her to remove her clothing before he violently sexually assaulted her. And it was exceptionally violent. This is so brutal. I'm gonna I'm just gonna share a summary instead of his account because fuck it was like maybe nauseous. He pulled he said he pulled on one of her nipples very hard and stretched it out and then sliced it off with his knife then forced her through tears to eat it. Her tears of course when

she vomited it back up, he then stood up, stomped on her pubic bone hard enough to shatter it before now anally raping her, then picked the girl up who was still very much conscious, put her in the trunk of his car, told her he would let her live, that she didn't cause any trouble, and he said that she thanked him. He drove back to the highway,

even stopped for gas at one point with her still in the trunk. P.B. intended on dumping her out in the marsh. When he found a spot he liked, he pulled over, pulled her out of the trunk, stuffed her shirt in her mouth, bound her with clothesline, tied her knees together, looped the rope around her neck so her knees were drawn to her chin. He said he then stabbed her in the rectum with an 11-inch blade, put it all the way into the hilt, pushed the blade up inside her, started to tear it back down until it tore through her vaginal wall. Then he draped her body still alive and conscious across a heavy pine limb and floated her out into the marsh where she drowned. And it's horrific. Again, as my summary of that was, his words made it sound so much worse because he went into graphic detail

about her reactions. Yeah, every little fucking bit of torture. You could tell it very much turned him on to write about it. Whoo. And I'm gonna share some other passages that are horrible and you're like why would you read that if you didn't read this? I assure you whatever I read going forward not as bad as what that passage was. One horrific thing he wrote that wasn't detailing the abuse was, I once read in the book about the Nazi death camps that the best way to get somebody to cooperate when you plan on killing them is to promise them that if they do whatever you tell them to do, they won't die.

And you can take my word for it. It works. Yeah, this dude is just no soul. Just no soul at all. Peewee said he then found her ID when he rifled through her belongings. He would later recall her name was Leela. She's from Northern State, possibly Massachusetts. He said he waited the duffel bag full of her stuff down with rocks, threw it out into the marsh to get rid of the evidence, and then he left to go celebrate. Drove to a truck stop, bought himself a nice steak dinner. He wrote, Driving the rest away home that night, I played the radio real loud and sang along with it.

I felt truly the best I ever remembered feeling in my whole life. Oh, the bottomness inside of me had sank into the marsh with that girl. And from then on, whenever the pain came back, I knowed what to do to get rid of it. This motherfucker is pure evil. This is why his nickname would become the meanest man in America. Before going forward I should note that this murder will never be confirmed and some investigators think he lied about committing this murder and all the other so-called coastal kills. I hope it was fantasy and not real life. I'll be discussing his confirmed murders, his serious murders very soon. Peewee wrote that he knew that in order to avoid being caught for future murders, he

now planned, he would have to start carrying supplies with him in a duffel bag, couldn't just stop to buy things like he did with the first murder. He was cautious going forward. He said he never bought multiple items in one place, always purchased items outside his hometown. He wrote, It was never no doubt in my mind that I was going to do it again. Granted, I dwelled on it sometime because I knew the law held murder

serouser than rape or burglaring or car stripping, but I figured it was worth the risk to rid myself of them spells of pain that had plagued me all my life. My only concern was being prepared. I planned ahead real careful so as not to leave things ever again to be done on the spurs of moments. Such a typical sociopathic serial killer to frame this level of sadism as something he had to do to treat his affliction, to rid himself with spells of pain. He acts like he had this awful disease and the only way to treat the symptoms was to

torture and murder and rape random women. But if you follow his own twisted logic, that's not true. The best way to treat this illness, to cure it, would be suicide. If you have to choose between two and only two options, and option one is to kill innocent girl after innocent girl, and option two is to rid yourself, rid the world of yourself, then the obvious correct moral choice is to take yourself out. Peewee claims he now spent many weekends driving along the coast searching for places to dump future bodies. He said he found old logging roads, went deep into the swamps, chose spots with easy access

from the highway. About six weeks after the first murder, the bothersomeness returned, and he's ready to kill again. He claimed by Christmas 1969 he committed the first three of his supposed coastal kills, but again, investigators will doubt these supposed coastal kills and only focus on a different set of serious murders, some of which are also beyond fucked up. Throughout 1970, Peewee claimed he killed someone every six weeks on average along the coast. He wrote and confessed that he would pick up a girl, drive onto a trail, where he would then pull out his Beretta, warn her not to do anything stupid to do exactly what he said. He claimed that after he handcuffed the girl, he would

drive her to a spot he'd already picked out, force her to remove her clothes, and then quote, did whatever I wanted. In his words, some of them I cut, some I burned. I ran a cable in and out of one and hung her up by, Jesus Christ, I pumped another one full of water, filling her up until it came out of nose and mouth, but she died quick, which I hadn't expected, so I didn't do that no more. I prefer for them to last as long as possible. I took my time, and when I finished, I usually killed them the same way I did the first one. Waiting them dead and drowning them. Taking care, killing them, burying them both at the same time.

October 1970 claims he had committed 10 murders. 1970 also the year Peewee began committing his serious murders. In these cases Peewee knew the victims and killed them due to personal vendetta or for money or for sexual urges. These are the murders he will later be tried for, convicted of, before folks and on those murders Pee Wee claimed that he continued his coastal kills throughout the early 70s and in total killed 80 or 90 girls and young women that way. And let's again hope these were just very very very dark fantasies. The first of Pee Wee's so-called serious murders took place in November 1970. One of the victims, Peewee's so-called serious murders took place in November of 1970. One of the victims? Peewee's own 15-year-old niece, Janice Kirby, and her friend, 17-year-old Patricia Ann

Alsbrook. Janice and Patricia had both recently run away from home. Unfortunately, Uncle Peewee was the one to find them. And what a disturbing name for an uncle, by the way. Do you care if my Uncle Peewee comes over? Oh, yes I do. I care very much. Hard no to Uncle Peewee. Peewee initially confessed that when he found the two girls quote, they was both on the drugs band and I started in on them about it and we had a fight and then I beat him to death with my

fist and hand. He said he then stuffed Patricia's body into quote a cement pit but couldn't leave Janice there, you know Because you know, she was his niece and he cared about her. He's not he's not some monster So he transported her body to prospect in the trunk of his car Then hid her under some pine straw for two days then buried her near his family home He said he believed the girls got their drugs from a woman named Martha and Dix Who was often called Clyde locally because she dressed up in men's clothing. As Peewee later confessed, that not that Janice and Patricia Altsburg died, I promised after

it was over that Martha Ann, well I called her Clyde, would never live a year after that. But before moving forward, Peewee would later confess in his autobiography that these murders occurred because he had tried to rape his own niece, and that sounds like Uncle Paw Paw Peewee to me. He said when he found the girls they were both fucked up and after he took them out to eat his niece Janice puked all over herself so being the gentleman they was. He offered to take the girls to his house so he could you know so she could take a cold shower clean herself up and you know get a little bit more sober. He's a great guy

he's a giver always thinking of others. Let's have Uncle Peewee share the details of his good deed gone wrong in his own words. You know starting with him helping his 15 year old niece get undressed so she could you know get cleaned up. I turned on the water and started unbuttoning Janice's blouse and Patricia Ann said let me do that. I smiled and said I'm an uncle. I've been bathing her all her life. Patricia Anne shrugged and we both finished taking off Janice's clothes and holding her under the shower. Of course me and Patricia Anne both got completely soaked too and in a few minutes we was all laughing a lot. I turned off the water and got a towel started drying Janice who giggled and said she had to pee. I got

pauses. I love how the innocent portion of Uncle Peewee's behavior this day, the day he killed his young niece and her friend, is him helping a 15 year old girl take a shower and then drying off her nude body. A girl whose friend could have done all that without him. Like I just don't think he was aware of how wildly fucked up doing even this is. Back to Peewewees account now Patricia and helped it to the toilet. I said when she's done you all come in the bedroom I got some spare dry clothes. They won't fit too good, but they'll do by then

I knew that even though Patricia and was embarrassed She had pretty much decided everything was okay including Janice being naked and helping me helping them and all By the time her and Janice got to the bedroom I had my got my zipper case from the car and was waiting. I Complained about being wet. It took off my boots and shirt Patricia and help Janice lie down on the bed and put a sheet over then I took off my pants and shorts and let Patricia and see the state I was in and Here our story takes a darker turn.

The state he was in was that he had a boner. Lil Peewee has now entered the chat. Also when he refers to his toothpick here in a bit, he is not talking about his dick, he's talking about his knife. He continues, "'One look and she started to toe the dough, but then I drew the toothpick and pointed it at her

and told her to sit on her bed. She started to say something, but I told her just to be still and I wouldn't hurt her. I just aimed to teach Janice not to ever get so drunk again. Patricia Ann sat quiet while I turned Janice on her back and propped her legs open and took a close look and quick taste then laid on top of her. Janice sobered real quick and commenced to fight me but the toothpick blade pressed against the neck settled her down then just as I was set to slide in and pop a cherry something hit me in the back of the head like a meal kick everything went silver then black. That motherfucker he was going to teach his 15 year old niece not to get so drunk by raping her and

then he becomes enraged when her friend bashes him in the head to try and stop him. And in a situation like this, if, ah fuck, man, if you ever have a chance to fucking bash a rapist, don't just bash them once. Like make sure they are unconscious. And you know what? If they end up dead, fucking who cares? Self-defense. Fuck them. He says, it's probably a minute or three before I come to and shook out of the business. I looked to see what it was that hit me, but only seen the boat girls was gone. I put on my pants, grabbed my pistol and a flashlight and went after them. They was running down a dirt road toward the highway. I jumped in the car and chased

them. When I got close, they ran into the woods. I got out and fired a shot in the air and yelled, stop, and they stopped. I didn't take no chances. I opened the car trunk and made them get inside. Once we was back in the house, I got my duffel bag out of the truck when I let them out and we went to the bedroom. I shoved them both towards the bed and told Patricia Ann to take off her clothes. She said no, so I backhanded her across the face with the pistol barrel.

Her glasses went flying across the room. Blood came pouring out of her nose. She fell under the bed holding her face and crying. I told her to shut the fuck up, take off her clothes or I was going to shoot her. And when I was putting all my attention to watching her get undressed, damn the Janice didn't jump up and run for the door. I caught her just as she flung it open. I grabbed the pistol by the barrel, smacked her on the side of the head with the butt. She dropped to the floor When I turned back around damn if Janice Patricia a damn if Patricia anyone one headed told me with the piece of two by four Which I guess is what she hit me with before when she was aiming to hit me with again This time I jumped out of the way and when she swung it to me I grabbed her hair and I put the pistol against her nose that was still bleeding

Made her drop the two by and march her back to the bed I shoved on it on her stomach a handcuff then I went back a handcuff Janice who wasn't breathing too good Every few seconds a body jerk can twitch like she's having some kind of convulsion spasms I put the pistol down on the floor and picked up carried it to the bed Then I recommend stripping off Patricia Anne's clothes, and even though she was handcuffed, then she didn't fight me like crazy, kicking buck and struggling to get up. There's just no way I could hold her down at the same time, keeping an eye on Dennis, who I couldn't be sure was impossible, get ready to jump up and run again. And I knew right then and there that the two of them was more than I could handle, and they

didn't really leave me no choice in the matter. I had to kill them both. He had to everybody. They left him no choice. He's been a good uncle, trying to teach his niece a life lesson, and he gets attacked for it by a couple of feral alley cats. To kill them both he tossed the girl's unconscious bodies into the trunk of his car, drove to a vacant house, tossed Patricia Anne into a septic tank he dug dug into where she literally drowned in a bunch of shit Then he took his niece back home buried her alive behind his barn

And when people asked him if he knew what happened to the two girls He was having a meal with at a diner shortly before they disappeared He said they got into a car with two boys from Orangeburg about an hour and 40 minute drive to the west and that was that also before moving forward PB maybeeewee maybe gets married again around 1970 or 1971 and apparently he divorced Jerry sometime before that maybe. His marital status gets very confusing after his first divorce. Most sources don't mention any of his wives. He'll claim he was married six different times before he went to prison but he doesn't name four of those wives in his autobiography.

Even his Wikipedia page doesn't mention any of his wives or his kids, which is unusual. Just stating this here for when he brings up a wife in one of his quotes a bit later on, you're like, who's that? Well, who fucking knows? Peewee claimed that he poisoned 20-year-old Martha Ann Dix, Clyde, his third confirmed murder in March of 1972, and really fourth confirmed murder if you count that guy in prison, Hazel, which of course you should.

He said he did that because he killed her because she gave drugs to Janice and Patricia like I mentioned, but some think he did this because he was the father of her unborn child as was rumored in the area, or at least he thought he was. He told different accounts of how he murdered her. In one interview with a newspaper reporter, he said he killed her with some kind of acid he stole from a photographer. He claimed he was inspired to use it after he heard the photographer warn, Don't ever handle this stuff up here.

It would kill you if you did. He said he poured the acid into a coke, offered it to Martha, saying, I gave her the Coca-Cola and she drank that and she tried to scream. She turned it up to her head and the next thing I know, the bottle hit the floor. After she was dead, he put the body in his car and flipped her over in the ditch. In his autobiography, he told a much wilder tale though. He wrote, she had gone to Atlanta with her girlfriend and when she come back she wasn't funny at all anymore. She started off by saying in front of everybody that she's pregnant with a little peewee and that whether I married her or not she's

gonna name the baby after me. Peewee dicks. That was more than I could tolerate. I got a feeling some of the men was thinking there truly was something between me and Clyde and I couldn't allow that. I laughed and kidded the best I could for the rest of that afternoon. Then I told Clyde I needed to talk to her again and she stayed around after closing time like she wasn't scared of me one damn little bit. I acted real nice. I told her I had some yellow jackets and red devils. These are like pills, you know, the drugs of the time. I'd give her in exchange for one of her famous blowjobs and an ass fuck. I said that since she was telling everybody I'd done it with her, I might as well find out she was as good as she said she was.

But I didn't want to do it in the garage. I wanted to go to my place. The stupid bitch said okay, and we drove to the tenant house. I wasn't about to take no chance with her. I knew she was strong and quick. So I stayed calm and handed her a plastic bottle full of all different kinds of pills. I got out of the purses and some of my coastal kills. I didn't know what they was, but Clyde did. And right off she swallowed a handful of beer. Soon she was drunk, high, buck naked, singing, dancing around the room, finally falling across the bed. I didn't especially like the idea of that, even though I knew I could take the covers off later and get them washed. When she laughed and told me to get naked, I took off my

shirt. I rolled on her stomach. I snapped the handcuffs before she even knew I had them. She jumped up and commenced to cussing. I punched her jaw and knocked her to the floor. When she started to get up, I kicked her in the face with my boot. Then I held the bottle of pills to her mouth, made her swallow, every last one of them with swigs of beer. When she looked at me, I didn't have to tell her she's gonna die. She knew it, but I told her anyhow. She laid there real quiet, her eyes wide, while I pinched her tits and poked and examined her privates and sniffed but didn't taste. I didn't have to wait long until she was unconscious. I tried to pick her up but she's too much for me to lift and carry so I dragged outside and shoved her into the back seat of the car.

It's dark by the time I headed out highway 15 towards 521. I was almost to the intersection when I met a highway patrol car recollecting how them smoky hats always pleasured themselves and stopped me for no reason but to harass me. So I turned onto the back roads and headed to a farm where I knew there was plenty of deep drainage ditches, for we got to a cloud that messed itself and stank real bad. I knew she was dead. What a truly complete fucking waste of human life. This sniffed but didn't taste dirt bag was. In June of 1973, Gaskins, now 40 years old,

murders 22 year old Doreen Dempsey and her two year old daughter Robin Dempsey. Doreen was also seven months pregnant at the time she was killed, so this fucking animal, Paw Paw Peewee, actually killed two babies this day in addition to their mom. And these are again confirmed murders. Some sources say Doreen needed a ride to the bus station.

Peewee said she needed a place to stay until the baby was born. Some friends of Gaskin's brought Doreen to his home. She stayed with Peewee before and she thought he would be willing to help her out again. But Peewee was outraged when he learned that the father of Doreen's baby was black. Yeah, this dude had the gall to think he was superior to an entire race of people. This dude who wasn't superior to a fucking toilet bowl full of vomit or diarrhea. Or at least that's what he would claim at one point.

While Doreen's friends waited in the car, Pee Wee said he took her behind the house. He later confessed, I was going to talk with her and she's about seven months pregnant at the time again. So I asked her who the daddy of the kid was. She was Cam Rott then, and it was another black kid from what she told me. Then he said, when you go to mixing, I don't hold with that one bit in this world. According again to one of his confessions, we went all around to the fish pond and we walked around the edge and I just shoved it right in the pond and I grabbed it by the feet and held under and then I went back and got the kid and done the same thing.

Peewee said that after he killed Doreen he went back and told Doreen's friends she was welcome to stay in his house. They could leave. Then he picked up little Robin, waved goodbye as Doreen's friends drove off and then took the toddler to the pond where he said he held her under the surface for several minutes. He claimed he was not responsible for Robin's crushed skull. He said that must have happened when he put her dead body in the trunk of his car. People then later claimed to journalists that he had lied in his confession to the police

about this. That he did not actually kill Doreen and Robin because he was racially prejudiced. He explained that at first he confessed to killing them simply because he didn't have enough room for them to stay in his house with him. I mean what was he supposed to do in that situation? Tell them that he needed to stay with somebody else? How embarrassing. He said the prosecutors didn't seem to believe that reasoning for murder so then he lied. He said he drowned Robin because she was biracial and that he drowned Doreen for having another biracial child. And because the prosecutors were white he said he thought they would buy that story. But Peewee probably lying again about his motivation for these murders to keep other people in prison from figuring out the real disgusting truth.

When Peewee's daughter Shirley spoke him about these murders years later, she claimed that he told her the truth and she said she could always tell when her daddy was telling the truth or lying. She said that his real motivation for killing this mother and child was far darker than what he confessed to. This sick fuck supposedly told his own daughter that he killed them both because he was so aroused by the toddler and he couldn't stop thinking about wanting to rape the toddler. He told Shirley he could not resist raping Robin that he felt powerfully

attracted to her. So he killed the child's mom so she couldn't stop him from what he wanted to do to her daughter. And he killed the baby because he was just that cold blooded of a motherfucker. Dude went full evil. It doesn't really get much darker than that. Here's some of what he wrote in his autobiography about killing this mother, her child, an unborn child, and an additional warning. This might be the most, well this is one of the most fucked up passages I've read on the show probably the most fucked up since the toy box killer maybe the most fucked up since the sadism he describes involves

an actual toddler but it is still somehow less disturbing than when I chose not to read earlier because he was even more graphic with that rape and murder oh I'm not gonna hmm I don't know if I should read this his I'm not gonna read this in his voice It's too uncomfortable for me. He said Doreen said her and Robert needed a place to live until it this is his words now Well, you know it I should be fucking consistent Doreen said her and Robert needed a place to live until her next baby come Which looked like it could be any time. She said she was seven months, but she looked more to me I told her we just didn't have enough room in our little place for her and Robin, and me and my wife and our son'd all live in.

I suggested she ought to go back to Charleston or to her stepmama's house in Sumter. Johnny Seller said he had to go to Columbia later that night so he couldn't take her nowhere. A few minutes later he finished another beer and left. Doreen was real upset. I laid Robin Michelle on the sofa real gentle and tucked a blank around her. Then I asked Doreen to take a walk with me. Once we was outside I told her that I didn't want my wife to hear but I had a nice trailer near Roper's Crossroads where she and Robin could live rent free. I'd give her some money to live on but I expected regular servicing in return.

She hugged me and said she didn't know what I wanted from a big fat pregnant girl like her, but whatever it was, I could have it. Then we went back inside and like we had arranged, she said she had decided to go back to Charleston on the bus and have a baby at Roper Hospital there. I told my wife I had to give Doreen $20 and was going to drive her to the bus station. Doreen and Robin and me left in the hearse. After a few miles, I drove off the main road closer to Johnsonville than Prospect and told

Doreen I wanted her to get naked and give me a blowjob. She hesitated because Robin was watching. But finally she said okay and crawled in the back of the hearse and took off her clothes, which was a real job for a girl that pregnant. Just take away all the shit he does that is illegal and he's still a fucking monster. He continues with, and if you want to skip ahead about 90 seconds you can avoid the worst details of this episode. Then I told her to hold her hands out in front and I put the handcuffs on her and she acted

scared until I laughed and told her it her just part of my sexy ways. She relaxed and I told Robin to get in the back with her mama and I got naked and Doreen kneeled bet she could and commenced sucking. Then I reached over and picked up Robin and started taking off her clothes. Doreen stopped what she was doing asked me what the hell I was up to I didn't reply nothing I just picked up the ball peen hammer and popped her side of the head. She fell over sideways and lay still. Robin started sobbing. I held her and said for her not to worry, not to cry, because her mama was just sleeping. She got quiet. I finished on Dressner and smelled and tasted of her. Then I made her take up where

her mama had left off, which took a lot of forcing, but finally she did what I said. Then I lifted up and slid her down onto me which made her scream real loud so I gagged it with panties and duct tape. It was like something over powerful was pushing me into that little thing. I couldn't stop. I needed real bad to feel my dick inside her front and back. I choked to the death when I cummed in her ass. It was the best most overpowering cum I ever felt.

Doreen was still breathing. She's too fat for me to pick up and carry, so I tied a rope around one of her legs, dragged out of the hearse to a spot that looked soft and I dug a grave for her and her unborn baby and put them in it. Then I cut her throat and I covered the hole. I found a spot that's big enough for Robin under a tree stump and buried her there. I told my wife and Doreen's friends and family that I took her to the bus station in Florence as far as I knew Doreen and Robert was in Charleston. I never heard much about them. Least wise the law never asked me nothing about them

fuck Man this motherfucker. I should mention his autobiography if I didn't before not published until after he died He fucking knew as he mentioned in his autobiography That if the guards and fellow inmates knew the real truth about who he was and what he had done, they would have all turned on him. Man, one would hope anyone would turn on him. That's the kind of shit, man.

My brain immediately goes to like last of us fantasies, where it's a dystopian world, you know, I'm out, I don't know, me and a small band of survivors are walking around, we come across the motherfucker like this For whatever reason he feels comfortable Sharing details of like the worst thing he'd done with me and just as he starts to describe that I just pull out a gun Just fucking shoot him right in the mouth Actually, you know what? That's not that's not honest in this situation

He starts describing that stuff I pull out a gun and I shoot him in his knee and his other knee and then his elbow and his other elbow And then I don't after that just gonna you know see how I feel My god the next known Pee Wee Gaskins victims were 36 year old Johnny Sellers and 22 year old Jesse Ruth Judy murdered in June in 1974 previous to these murders Pee Wee bragged in his book about a bunch more supposed coastal kills, including a pair of murders where he said he picked up two young teen boys hitchhiking. He thought they were girls due to their long hair. Then he found them very attractive.

Tied him up after sodomizing them both and apparently making them eat his ass and other things of that nature, until he said he literally couldn't ejaculate anymore. He gagged them while they were still alive, cut their balls off, fried them up, made some Rocky Mountain oysters, ate them in front of them before he drowned those boys in a swamp. You can just imagine how descriptive he got, you know, writing about that in his book. Back to this Johnny Sellers guy now, his ex-girlfriend Jesse Ruth, who was somebody Peewee had dated previously, maybe. If you believe everything Peewee wrote, this tiny fucking ugly little rat-faced hillbilly fucking douche fucked half the women in South Carolina, which I don't buy.

He looks like a rat that somehow got bred with a human. Johnny was actually the guy who had dropped off previous victims. Or I guess like he looks like the product of a rat and human union. But anyway, Johnny was actually the guy who had dropped off previous victims, Doreen and her toddler, Robin Michelle, to pop off Pee Wee's house before he brutalized and murdered them. And Johnny apparently owed Pee Wee about a thousand bucks for taking too big of a cut of some cars that he had stolen and given to Pee Wee to fence. Pee Wee felt Johnny had stole from him. So he invited Johnny out for a little drive to the woods,

claiming he had some stolen goods hidden out there. But then when he got there, he shot Johnny dead. Then he drove back to where he picked Johnny up, now drove his ex-girlfriend, Johnny's ex-girlfriend, Jesse Ruth, actually also Peewee's ex-girlfriend, worried that she would rat on him for killing Johnny, takes her back to the same place, tells her Johnny wanted her to help him with the stolen goods.

Once he got her out in the woods, out of the car, stabs her in the heart, buries both her and Johnny close to where he had killed Johnny. After claiming to kill several more people near the coast in 1974, Peewee returned to his serious murders in 1975, starting with 45 year old Silas Barnwell Yates, who disappeared in February 12th that year. Silas had left his family back in 1973, started dating a local woman Pee Wee fancied named Suzanne Kipper. When their relationship ended, Silas demanded she return all the gifts he had given her,

and Suzanne and a man named John Philip Owen, she was now dating, hired another man named John Powell to kill Silas. Powell didn't want to do the job, but he knew Uncle Pee Wee. He heard he was a man who made people disappear, talked to Pee Wee, and Pee Wee want to do the job, but he knew Uncle Peewee. He heard he was a man who made people disappear. Talked to Peewee and Peewee agreed to take the job. According to one source, Silas was a wealthy farmer known for carrying a lot of cash on him. Peewee will claim he stole $2,100 bills from his home while Yates was trapped in the trunk

of the car. Peewee also said he was assisted by Diane Neely, wife of Peewee's good buddy Walter Neely. According to the Carolina Stories documentary, Peewee had met his criminal accomplice, Walter Neely, through a roofing job. Neely had an unspecified cognitive disability. Peewee thought he would be easy to control. Walter primarily helped him with his stolen car business.

In between all these horrific murders, Peewee has constantly been stealing cars, boats, RVs, anything he thought he could fence. Just a continual fucking menace. In his final truth autobiography, Pee Wee said that he had actually met Walter before his roofing job back in South Carolina State Prison and that Walter was loyal to Pee Wee. He wrote, I was his power man. Anything I asked Walter did. And in return I done favors for Walter to make things easier inside for him. After we both was back in the streets, I saw Walter a lot, especially after I moved to Charleston, which is where him and his wife Diane Bellamy nearly lived. Walter stayed with Peewee after he and Diane separated and she started seeing another man

they also knew from prison, Avery Howard. On the day of Silas' murder, Diane lured Silas Yates out of his house by telling him she was having car trouble. Peewee then kidnapped him while John Powell and John Owens watched. He then drove to Williamsburg County, South Carolina and killed Yates there. Yates was believed to have died from stab wounds, but Gaskin said in his confession that he crushed his windpipe with a single karate chop to the throat saying, I was well satisfied I killed a man with my hands. Some sources say crushed, like squeezed and crushed his windpipe in his autobiography P

We said Yates died from having his throat slit though. He said when I pulled off the duct tape He started yelling and screaming and crying and begging and cussing. I don't know what all he just plain making too much noise So I hit him hard as I could right in the Adam's apple smash his windpipe That shut him up. He fell to his knees, but didn't damage him near as bad as I thought it would, so I rammed a toothpick into his chest. It went clear through, but must have missed his heart because he didn't fall over dead when I pulled it out. So I walked around behind him, tilted his head backwards and cut his throat. Then I knew he was dead. He claimed Dianne Neely, John Powell, and John Owens all helped him bury the body. And then after Silas was dead, Peewee claimed that he made Silas' ex, the woman who'd wanted

him dead, Suzanne Kipper, his mistress now. This is what he said he told her. In case your new husband didn't give you the details, I sliced your lover boy Yates' throat, but I won't hesitate damn second to do the same thing to you if I ever decide I need to. From that afternoon on Mrs. Suzanne Kippa Owens belonged to me. Two months later 24 year old Diane Bellamy Neely and 34 year old Avery Howard were murdered in April of 1975. Peewee also knew Avery from prison. We just mentioned Avery.

When they both been incarcerated together in South Carolina, where they hadn't gotten along apparently. Peewee claimed that Avery had got out of line with him a few different times, had to get his ass whooped. Then Avery got out of prison before he did and apparently had some bad run-ins with Walter Neeley, who we just met a bit ago as well. Walter, one of Peewee's best friends. Now Avery's fooling around with Walter's ex-wife Diane,

who we also just met earlier. Diane was the person who lured previous murder victim, Silas, he aced out of the house by telling him she was having car trouble. And now, according to Pee Wee, she told Avery that Pee Wee had killed Silas. And then Avery tries to blackmail him because he had heard that Silas was rich

and he thought that Pee Wee should have paid Diane more than he did for helping him Lure him out to kill him He wanted five thousand dollars or he was going to tell the authorities what Peewee had done In another version of this story There are almost always multiple versions when it comes to why uncle Peewee killed this person or that person seems in Addition to Avery wanting money to stay silent about Silas's murder Diane was also threatening to report one of Pee Wee's friends for statutory rape and he feared, Pee Wee did, that he would

also be implicated because it had occurred at his house and he was on parole still. Pee Wee said he told Diane that $5,000 was actually fair, that he should have paid her more for helping him to get rid of Silas initially. But he said he kept most of his cash hidden out in the woods around Prospect. And he told her to bring Avery, meet him near an intersection called Roper's Crossroads, roads we've mentioned. Then he went out there ahead of time, dug two fresh graves near where he had several other bodies already buried. He then had Avery and Diane follow him out into the swamp where he said he had a safe hidden inside a hollowed out tree. Once they got there, he shot them both dead with his Beretta, spent the next half hour shoveling some dirt on top of them and that was that. In Peewee's words, there's not really anything more

to tell about, damn. The next confirmed victim, murdered by Peewee Gaskins, is a 13-year-old girl, Kim Gelkins, killed in September of 1975 when Peewee was now 42. This is another brutal one. Peewee also references being newly married in 1975 for the sixth time to an 18 year old. So that's fun. What a lucky lady! Peewee said that he and his wife loved to let local teens come over and hang out and party at their house. Yeah, I bet he loved that. Sometimes he said they would drive over to the coast hang out on the beach. What a scene, right? What a wholesome scene. Just 42 year old Peewee, his 18 year old wife, and a variety of tweens and young teens Frolicking around in beach shorts and bikinis

Nothing creepy about that 13 year old Kim, one of these teens, and soon Uncle Peewee started molesting her because he's Uncle Peewee He also said that all these kids literally called him Uncle Peewee, which is so fucking disturbing In Peewee's words After a few weeks I managed to get her to lie down next to me and I cuddled her and touched her little titties. Then later she let me take off her blouse and suck him. I told her that that was what we was doing was all secret

and to promise not to tell nobody and she promised. Before long I got her to take off her clothes and let me smell and taste of her hardly head opening. But when I took out my hard dick and asked her to touch it she said no and she had to leave and put her clothes back on. I say real calmly and zip myself back up and told her I was sorry. I wouldn't do that no more. But Kim still left and didn't come around for a while. When she did it was only if other people, especially my new wife, was there too so I couldn't

touch or taste her or do nothing, which was awful frustrating. Around Labor Day, Papa Peewee told Kim he was going to Sumter to visit his daughter and grandchildren that weekend and he wanted her to go with him. He said there was going to be a lot of people around and he'd keep his zipper closed. Kim laughed, didn't say anything, and then he was surprised the next day when she showed up at his house and said she was ready to go. But she made him promise he wasn't going to try and do nothing to her. He promised and then drove Kim to his mobile home knowing his daughter and grandchildren were actually gone for the weekend. Jesus Christ. And he and Kim, and by the way, his daughter is

also around this time will start raising his other child. So his one child will raise his second child. His one child who he didn't help raise, he was in prison most of the time during Shirley's childhood, will now raise his son. Okay, and now he's going to the fucking her house when she's gone to to rape and murder a child there. He knew he and Kim would be alone there. He told Kim they were probably his daughter, you know, at the grocery store. We'll be back soon. Peewee then took a shower, came out naked, introduced this poor girl to the horror that was the real Uncle Peewee. In his words, and this is another brutal passage. I went in the bathroom and took a shower and came out naked and grabbed Kim before she could get out of the chair she was sitting in watching television. She weren't strong. I didn't have no trouble holding her face down on the floor and getting her wrists cuffed and picking her up

and laying on the bed. She started crying, you promise Uncle Peewee. But I was too busy taking her clothes off to pay me attention to anything she was saying. When I had her naked I tasted her. Then I spread her open and fucked the cherries front and back. At that point she felt more love fucked and coastal except that I knew it weren't going to end there. I came once and went out and brought the duffel from the car and got a plastic drop cloth from the pantry and spread it on The floor and laid her on it. I didn't tape her mouth I burned and cut and plumb bum plugged her then I sliced and carved her and I ran the toothpick deep and twisted it

The sounds of her screams were more pleasuring than I had imagined those times when I hadn't dared take gags off others When I quit she's unconscious. I slept for a while and when I woke up she was whimpering, barely alive, and I started in on her again. She was real sweet to live so long. It was like she knew that the longer she waited to die, the more pledging she would give her Uncle Peewee. I kissed her and I thanked her for the greatest joy I'd ever got from any coastal kill or serious murder, but she didn't seem to be listening like it didn't matter to her But it was important to me. I choked to the death while I coined while I coined again Fuck

Some people again. They just should be fucking murdered like if this is read in court testimony If he said this in court in a perfect world the judge is like, okay okay, alright, we're gonna call this, we're gonna wrap this up, and then the judge just gets up and puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger. Alright, somebody clean this up. Jerry, you can go home. Fuck this guy. He's like he was a real life Satan. He buried Kim's body with numerous others out in the swamp near Roperage Crossroads.

Crossroads. Now for the final two confirmed victims before Peewee goes back to prison. On the night of October 10th, 1975, Peewee killed half-brothers Dennis Bellamy, 27, and John Henry Knight, 15. They'd been looking for their sister Diane ever since Peewee had murdered her back in April. Man, he fucking devastated this family. Both boys had worked with Peewee, both his mechanics and his shop, which was another

income source for Peewee, and then also both stolen cars around South Carolina sold into Peewee to have him fenced. And once again, there's different versions of why he killed him. Peewee would tell authorities that he liked Johnny Knight but despised Dennis Bellamy. Hadn't liked him since back in 1971 when Bellamy had gotten drunk and started to fight at Peewee's house. Although he committed evil acts, Gaskin claimed he disliked excessive drinking. He once said his lack of gray hairs was due to clean living. He explained, I didn't allow people coming in my house drunk around the children. Oh

yeah, Uncle Pee Wee, all about protecting the children. On the October night he died, Pee Wee said that Dennis was drunk again and stumbled into a mud hole in Pee Wee's yard. Pee Wee told authorities, I said to myself you made a mistake coming here tonight. He said he offered Dennis a ride in the stolen car he had just repaired. He then stopped in the woods claiming he had to pee. Dennis went with him. Pee Wee shot him three times. He said later in his confession, I said if I ever had a chance to kill him, I'd kill him and I got the chance and I killed him.

Okay. chance to kill him. I killed him and I got the chance and I killed him. Okay? The car wouldn't crank for a while, but eventually he made it home to pick up Johnny Knight, take him back to the same location. Peewee said, we was just walking on the road there in the woods and like I say when I figured it's getting pretty close to where Dennis was at, I pulled my gun out and I shot him and that was all there was to it. I killed him because I done killed his brother. There you go, Just real fucking casual In his autobiography, he said that Dennis stole from him and that he lured him out into the swamp near Roper's crossroads cross, crossroads I play crossword every morning, okay guys? And apparently I see the word cross my mind just goes crossword puzzle?

He lured him out into the swamp near Ropers Crossroads telling him he had a barn he wanted to convert into a shop and he wanted Dennis's opinion on it. And when Dennis drove out with him to look at the supposed shop he walked him out into the swamp, shot him, then told the same lie to his brother Johnny, killed him the same way. Pee Wee also claimed that his buddy Walter Neely brought these boys to him the night he killed him and then later helped him bury them both Fucking finally following month November 20th 1975 Peewee gets arrested Charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor regarding that poor 13 year old girl

He killed a few months prior Kim Gelkins Authorities were already suspicious. He killed her a few other locals, but they didn't have the evidence to quite prove it yet But they could prove he had violated his parole by having her over to his house for parties where he had been witnessed supplying this 13 year old alcohol. They arrested him on that charge hoping to get him off the streets while they put together more serious charges against him. While Gaskis was in jail on that charge plus a new car theft charge they were able to add on, authorities started to question his associates. According to Lee E. Simmons, former North Charleston police chief,

the investigation revealed that a lot of people connected seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth, but there was a common thread that ran between them all. Pee-wee motherfucking gaskins. The South Carolina law enforcement division SLED was brought in for assistance and agent Tom Henderson was assigned to the Kim Gelkins case. Pretty soon he started talking to Pee-wee's main accomplice, an old prison buddy Walter Neely. Henderson later told a reporter for the South Carolina newspaper The State, We talked several times to an associate of Gaskin's named Walter Neely and he told us he didn't know anything. Finally he said that Peewee had told him he'd killed some people and had his own private graveyard. Neely then broke down, revealed everything he knew. He admitted to being present with Dennis Bellamy and John Henry Knight were murdered.

He led officers to their graves, claimed Peewee told him multiple bodies were buried there. Digging started on December 4th, 1975 in a wooded grove near a cornfield in Prospect. This is the Ropers Cross Roads dump site. By dusk the police had found three bodies including Dennis Bellamy and Johnny Knight. Two dozen officers searched the area for more graves and by December 6 two days later three more bodies have been found Including that of a woman and child believed to be Doreen Dempsey and her toddler Robin Sled agent Thomas Henderson said some of the victims were so young you could tell they were young and there was the baby We all knew that we were involved in something that wasn't like anything we'd ever seen before We all knew that we were involved in something that wasn't like anything we'd ever seen before.

Over the next few days police around the bodies, or excuse me, police found the bodies of Johnny Sellers, Jesse Ruth Judy, Diane Neely, and Avery Howard. Peewee was charged with eight murders. He was named a suspect in 39 other cases. Law enforcement in multiple counties began looking through their unsolved files to try and find link to Gaskins. May 3rd, 1976, Peewee Gaskins indicted for seven out of the eight murders. Gaskins goes to trial for the murder of Dennis Bellamy in May of 1976. Convicted on May 27th after a five-day trial. Jury only needed to deliberate for 47 minutes. And then it took him only 10 minutes to vote in favor of the death penalty. Yeah, fuck that guy.

Peewee's own family testified against him. They'd heard rumors about his private graveyard and prospect. Peewee's daughter Shirley testified that she saw her dad with Dennis Bellamy, Johnny Knight, and Walter Neely October 10th, 1975. Peewee formally sentenced to death May 28th, 1976, but then his sentence is commuted to life in prison when the U.S. Supreme Court overturned South Carolina's death statute later that same year. Then in the fall, 1976, but then his sentence is commuted to life in prison when the US Supreme Court overturned South Carolina's death statute later that same year. Then in the fall of 1976, Peewee agrees to lead the police to the location of three more bodies in exchange for conjugal visits with his current wife. Sounds like a deal that sadistic horn dog would make. Not sure why she would still want to fuck that demon though. Later that year on November 4th, 1976, authorities found the remains of 17-year-old Patricia

Ann Alsbrook, Peewee's niece's friend in a septic tank in Sumter County. Then a young Kim Gelkin's body is found a week later in Williamsburg County, a 13-year-old girl who had called him Uncle Peewee. The body of a missing local man, that well-to-do farmer Silas Yates, found on December 8, 1976. Gaskin is now charged with this murder. Prosecutors prepare for a second trial. April 27, 1977, Peewee convicted of Silas' murder, given a second life term. Police still looking into Peewee's connection to several other cases, including the murder

of another 13-year-old girl, Peg Catino. Peg had been reported missing back on December 18, 1970. We have not met her yet. Her case was big news because her dad was a state legislator when she went missing. Her body was then found in Manchester Forest in Sumter County, South Carolina, 12 days after she disappeared, December 30th, 1970, and the wrong guy was blamed for her death. Guy named William J. Pierce, convicted of her murder in February of 1973. Gaskins, one of 1500 suspects in the Pegg Cattino case.

He was questioned and released because his employer accounted for his whereabouts, but Pegg was seen walking past a house where Gaskins was fixed in the roof shortly before her death. In his autobiography, Peewee admitted, quote, Final truth. Junior P is to not kill Peggy Cattino. I did. He claimed the court ignored him when he confessed because Pierce had already been convicted and he was a liar. He confessed again in 1978 under some so-called truth serum. Back in December of 1970 he said he had felt that old bothersome stirring within him again.

Said he was working a roofing job at the time, getting towards the end of his shift. He saw Peg, some of her friends walking past. He knew who Peg was, because of her daddy. So he said hello to her, right? Because he's a nice guy, he's a gentleman. And she quote, stuck her nose in the air like she smelled something. Turned on her heels, didn't speak to me. One day, as walking away, I heard one of her friends say, who's that?

And Peggy said, just white trash, can't you tell? I doubt this is how it went down. Peewee said he didn't say anything back but boy was he pissed. He went to a club after work nearly got into three fights. Next day he picked up a hitchhiker killed her but it wasn't enough. He wanted to kill someone else couldn't get Peg off his mind so he called his foreman told him that he's gonna be in Charleston for the next few days. Then he drove back to Sumpter Park near the Coutinho household. When Peg came out he said he grabbed her, put her in the trunk of his car. Said he drove her to the barn on his rental property, raped and tortured her. In his thankfully brief words this time, I spent a long time with Miss Peggy in the barn while I did my car

work. I spread her on a work table and raped her, burned her and did lots of other things before I killed her." Then he said he decided to dump her body where he knew she would be found. Two days after the Yates trial ended, the remains of 20-year-old Martha Dix, the woman he referred to as Clyde, missing since 1971, were found in Sumter County at the spot where Gaskin said he buried her. More bones found in the following days and Gaskin's wife would tell authorities that her husband had probably killed Martha because she had threatened to report that he had raped her. I wonder how many other women in South Carolina that fucking animal raped. On April 18th 1978 Peewee admitted to a total of 13 murders, pled guilty to seven of them

plus a burglary. He received eight consecutive life sentences because he'd only actually been found guilty of two murders previously. Prosecutors agreed to the deal because they wanted to clear up the remaining murders and arrest any accomplices. Gaskins gave a four-day, 331 page confession to solicitor Kenneth Somerford that month. He confessed to killing the eight people buried in Prospect and two additional murders in Charleston. Those victims have never been found. There were multiple instances where Summerford accused Gaskins of lying, then Pee Wee dared God to strike his mother dead if he wasn't telling the truth. Pee Wee said, why if I wasn't telling the truth why'd I take you down there this morning and give

you another body? When asked if he ever regretted any of the murders, he said he regretted killing his niece and Jessie Judy. I reckon really down deep when you get to the bottom of it Why you have a little feeling towards everybody regardless of what going down deep when you get to think about it Why it still gets on your nerves and your mind about it? Did that animal really ever truly feel bad about the evil she did? I don't think so might have thought about it Worried about people's judgment. I doubt he felt actual remorse. I don't think he's probably capable of that. Gaskins also told 12th Circuit solicitor, Kenneth Summerford, they'd like to keep dynamite in case he wanted to blow

somebody up. Summerford replied, well you must have had somebody in mind when you bought the dynamite. And Peewee admitted, yeah there were three or four people he considered blowing up, including his wife and mother-in-law. I hope his wife was done with conjugal visits by now. Pretty sad if she still showed up to let this animal fuck her after everything he'd been convicted of doing and after he admitted He'd thought about blowing her and her mom up. Yeah, you know, he just gets a little fired up some of these things. Sometimes he does crazy things, but I love him. He's got a good heart.

Gaskins had thus far still managed to escape capital punishment despite everything he had done. But he will eventually find himself back on death row when he accepts a murder for hire job from within prison. This is the fucking craziest murder he committed based on how he pulled it off. Uncle Peewee, Blue, 23 year old Rudolph Tyner with a fuck up inside of Tyner's cell. September 12th, 1982. This is highly documented. Tyner was on South Carolina's death row because of a March 1978 double homicide he'd committed. He'd been convicted of robbing a convenience store in Murrell's Inlet, killing the owners, a married couple Bill and Myrtle Moon

March 18th. He was appealing a sentence at the time of his death. Well the couples adopted and now adult son Tony C Cimo, wanted Tyner dead. He didn't want to wait on any appeals. So after doing some poking around he's able to hire Gaskins to do it for $2,000. He asked Gaskins what he needed to kill Tyner and Gaskins told him he wanted as much of a stick of dynamite as he could get. And let's actually hear from Peewee now since Peewee recorded some of these conversations which will come back to bite him in the ass. When Abby good He sounds like so fucking harmless This plastic explosion. When I be good. When I be good? God.

He sounds like so fucking harmless. Peewee, can you cut these four people's heads off? Well, I reckon I could. If you could just give me a sharp sword or axe or something, that'd probably do just fine. I'd be happy to. Is that the voice you were expecting? Peewee then asked Tony to insert the C4 plastic explosive inside the heel of his shoe, mail it to him. I'll do just fine. I'll be happy to." Is that the voice you were expecting? Peewee then asked Tony to insert the C4 plastic explosive inside the heel of his shoe, mail it to him. He did.

Caskey's job as a maintenance man in prison allowed him to obtain elements the master tinkerer needed to make a bomb. He got a hold of a radio speaker to create what looked like an intercom and told Tyner, who he had befriended leading up to this, that the two men could use this creation of peewees to talk to one Another while they were in their cells because Tyner cell the back of it butted up against the back of peewees cell So he made this little intercom type device You know he's real fucking good with mechanical stuff and he fed part of it through a vent into Tyner cell and Then peewee said of this device to Tony, I'll take the damn radio and rig it in the bum.

And when he plugs that son of a bitch up, it'll blow him on end to hell. And he wasn't kidding. Once it was through the vent, Pee Wee told Tyner to hold the receiver up to his ear so they could test it out, make sure that it worked. Gaskin then detonated the bomb by plugging his end of a wire that ran into the receiver, which

had C4 and a blasting cap inside of it, into a power outlet. Peewee later said, the last thing he heard was me laughing. Cold-blooded. Thornton found part of the speaker embedded into Tyner's head. Almost all of his fingers had been blown off.

Some of them blasted far out of his cell, and just blood was everywhere. Peewee was evil, he was ignorant, but he was not stupid. Before the murder, Peewee's daughter Shirley had gone to the police or the prison authorities, told them that her dad was planning on killing somebody inside, but they said it was impossible to do that. It was too secure. They weren't worried about it. After the blast, Gaskins immediately flushed the wire that was still in his cell, part of this device down the toilet that pretended to be just as confused as the other prisoners and you might have gotten away with it

but the police found a recording that you just heard of Pee Wee's phone calls with Tony hid in his cell and he had made this recording because he wanted to blackmail Tony for more money down the road. Tony Simo now also charged with murder he'll plead guilty to a lesser charge be sentenced to eight years in prison and then granted parole after less than four years served in 1986. March 26th, 1983, a jury sentenced Gaskins to death for the murder of Rudolph Tyner after a six-week trial. It was actually the first time a white man had been sentenced to death for killing a black man in South Carolina. Gaskins appealed to the jury for mercy, saying he had never handled any explosives despite testimony from another inmate who said PB ordered him to deliver a bomb to Tyner's cell

Gaskin said I am guilty of participating in it, but I was not in the final preparations I don't know how they received it the explosives into the prison, but I did not get it Yeah, the receiving end of this little device. He had another Prisoner hand to Tyner before he fed the wires himself. It kind of looked like a cup. Anyway, he also claimed he confessed to several other murders even though he was innocent to avoid the death penalty in 1978. He said, I'm guilty of some of them.

I'll admit that. I've not been a good man. But he claimed he was tricked into pleading guilty because prosecutors aimed or promised not to seek the death penalty. After the trial, officials were asked how they could prevent another murder like Tyner's, and Deputy Solicitor Dick Harputlian said, giving Pee-wee Gaskins the death penalty, that's probably the best way to make sure explosives aren't smuggled in.

And if Dick's name sounds familiar to you, you probably have a great memory. That's the same dude who defended Alex Murdoch. We covered Alex's crimes back in episode of 377 During his final years on death row Gaskins would tell the police he could lead them to a new body every few months But that was just some bullshit he did to try and escape. He did hire someone to help him escape But the attempt luckily failed The police would never find any more bodies

1990 people started working with author Wilton Earl on his autobiography, Final Truth. I don't know how Earl stomached so much of that. He gave over 120 hours of confessions to over a hundred murders. At the time of publication, it was one of the only sources out there about Gaskin's life and crimes. It was not published until May of 1992. Since Earl had promised Gaskin's he would not release it until after Peewee's death because it is so fucked up. Peewee was death because it is so fucked up. Pee Wee was allegedly paid for this book and told his family they want a juicy book. So I'm gonna give them the juicy book. In a publicly released statement, he said I hope that maybe I'd give enough information so that some families can make the connections and know what happened to their girls mostly and boys some.

Enough information for them to go to the law and identify who I was talking about. Maybe they'll even find a few of the corpses. Man, what a swell guy. He just wants the parents to receive closure. The autobiography was presented as a truthful account of Gatsby's life of murders, but as mentioned, authorities have found no evidence

to corroborate many of his confessions in it. For example, people claimed he killed 14-year-old Jackie Freeman, a Minnesota girl he said he picked up near Columbia, South Carolina in October of 1973. He claimed to handcuff her, sexually assaulted her, literally ate parts of her body before he cut her throat and buried her in prospect. But we don't know if that girl ever existed. Authorities believe that he was lying. Co-author Wildon Earle said, if there was a Jackie Freeman, then there are family members of Jackie Freeman in Minnesota and friends of Jackie Freeman,

and they deserve to know what happened to her. Officials from Minnesota said they had no records of missing person reports based on names, and the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children said they could not come up with a link to any missing Jackie Freeman. Peewee claimed he led police to Freeman's body, but told investigators the remains

were his niece, Janice Kirby. Janice's dental records were lost causing further doubt that the remains were truly hers. The police faced criticism from some for failing to be aware of the information presented in the book. Sled official Hugh Munn said, Peewee was very unreliable for the truth. We're confident we've got all the bodies. We're very satisfied there was not a Jackie Freeman. He acknowledged that dental records were misplaced reliable for the truth. We're confident we've got all the bodies. We're very satisfied there was not a Jackie Freeman. He acknowledged that dental records were misplaced, but when the remains were dug up they found a nearly perfect set of teeth and the agent was convinced it was Janis Kirby's skeletal remains. On September 6, 1991 now, the devil died. Peewee Gaskins executed at the age of 58.

Shortly before he was brought into the death chamber, Gaskins vomited up a razor blade he had smuggled into death row in an attempt to kill himself, but was not successful. My god, that dude was crafty. In his final appeals, Peewee argued his confession was obtained by trickery and he shouldn't have been used to convince a jury he deserved the death penalty, in the case of Rudolf Teiner. For the past 12 years, Peewee had been working with defense attorney Grady Query, who described him as intelligent, polite, and completely unremorseful. He said Peewee admitted to and then attempted to justify every murder in which he was accused of in the days leading up to his execution. He was a true sociopath. The only rules he acknowledged were his own, and if you broke his rules, your life might be the price.

Peewee was a killer apparently devoid of conscience. Hell yeah he was. Uncle Peewee, old papa Peewee strapped to the electric chair at 1am. His final words, pretty anticlimactic. He said, I'll let my lawyers talk for me. I'm ready to go. Electricity was turned on at 1.04am, turned off at 1.06, and he was pronounced dead officially at 1.10. The spectators cheered as his body was driven away.

Gaskin's lawyers released a statement after the execution saying, I'm ready to go. Where I'm going has to be better than where I've been. And you know what? In fairness to him, the sociopathic sadist was brutalized a crazy amount of times growing up. The serial rapist might have been raped more often than he raped others. Florence County Sheriff Billy Barnes witnessed the execution.

His dad had arrested Gaskins for the first time when he was 13. Sheriff Barnes arrested him for the last time in 1975 during the Kim Gelkins investigation. So that's pretty cool. Barnes told the press he didn't think Gaskins knew where more bodies were buried. Gaskins wrote a letter the day before he was moved to the death house saying he'd actually only killed five of the 16 that most people thought he committed at this time now even though he wasn't convicted of 16 murders. I hope most of his murders just talk based on the horrible shit he claimed. He wrote to Holly Gatling, former reporter for the state, as you know I've always

been straight with you and as this will probably be my for the States. As you know, I've always been straight with you. And as this will probably be my last letter, I want you to know that I'm the man who killed Rudolph Tana on death row. I'm not guilty of several of those I was accused of. And as you and I have been friends so long, I want to tell you that I'm guilty of five that I was accused of. And here's the ones which I did. Avery Leroy Howard, Dianne Bellamy Neely,

Denny Bellamy, Johnny Knight, Barnwell Yates. In two of these cases, I didn't mean to kill those. That was being Johnny Knight and Barnwell Yates. As to the others, I had nothing to do with their deaths, and some I had no idea that they was dead. When I killed Dennis Bellamy, I was fighting for my own life. And in that process, my gun went off, striking Johnny Knight in the back of the head. I didn't even know he was hit or

dead until I shot Dennis Bellamy several times and and as I always have said I was saying to my death I didn't mean to kill Barnwell Yates as all I supposed to do was get him off with John P Owens but after I got him to the place and he saw John Owens he knew he's in bad trouble and ran over me trying to get away. I hit him in the throat like I said in court and I mean to kill him. I feel I did even though he was stabbed also. And that night all I had on myself was a flashlight and a pistol so in no way could I have stabbed him period.

As to Dennis Bellamy, I did kill him and I'm sorry for it today and if I had to do it over again I think I'd jump out of the truck and run to not have done it. I should have done it that night but didn't. As to Avery Leroy Howard and Diane Bellamy Neely I should have told him to go right ahead and tell the law whatever they wanted to that if they did it make them accessories to the crime also. I wasn't thinking straight in those days as I am now Barnwell Yates Yeah, that was apparently Silas Yates nickname. Just gonna add that to the cast of characters Uncle Pee Wee also known aka Paw Paw Pee Wee Paws Marsh Hinnant Yulee Fanny Slick Duck

Hazel the baddest man in South Carolina Uncle Dewey and Barnwell Pee Wee's daughter Shirley said her family didn't bury Peewee when they were given his body after his execution because they had heard that people into the occult were waiting to steal his corpse because they truly believed he was the devil's son and they wanted to perform rituals with his remains. So she had him cremated instead,

spread some of his ashes out in the swamp where he used to like to hide. She said that Peewee loved being way out in the swamp where it was full of snakes and spiders and other creatures that scared most folks. When she asked him if he was afraid of all the snakes and spiders and such, she said he told her, now one bit. He said that they should be afraid of him, because I'm the most dangerous creature out in that swamp. He wasn't kidding. That fucking monster really was the meanest man in America. Man, what a crazy ass tale.

In the end, Donald Henry Peewee Gaskin Jr. was convicted of 10 murders, but who knows how many people he really killed? Or how many others he raped? How many people he stole from? How many fires he set? And I say 10, but really 11, I guess? Sources are all over the fucking place with this guy as far as like kills. But 10 and then the one from prison earlier on, Hazel. So really 11. But who knows? Who knows how many people he killed, how many people he raped,

how many people he stole from, how many fires he set. His daughter Shirley said her dad never said he was sorry for killing anybody. She added, I think he was born to kill. I really do. I think he was sick. My daddy always, ever since I can remember, loved to kill something. She also thought her dad was telling the truth. When he once claimed to her that he killed 105 people. Long before he was caught, he was feared by damn near everyone in the area around Prospect. Of course he was. People were nervous around him.

But a lot of them didn't think he was an actual serial killer. He constantly said crazy shit, so much that everyone thought he was just a dude who said crazy shit all the time. They didn't realize he was often telling the truth. And I don't really have any more thoughts on the guy. Dude was heartless going back to when he wasn't even yet 12 years old. You know, back when he was participating in the gang rape for a friend's sister. Back when he was confused. Why that upset her. When he said, well, even though we didn't hit her, do nothing to hurt her, she still cried and begged us to stop.

Motherfucker truly had no empathy, possibly from birth. He was a monster before all the times he was raped himself in prison. And that's maybe the scariest part of his story to me, that somebody as awful as he was could have been born that way, which we have come across those type of stories before, but man they always fucking shock me. Time now for the takeaways. Time shock, top five takeaways. Time Shuck Top 5 Takeaways Number one, Peewee Gaskins claimed he didn't know his legal name until he stood before a judge for the first time.

Before then he knew himself as Junior Parrot or just as Peewee due to his small stature. Number two, in September of 1969 Gaskins claimed to have committed the first of what he called his coastal kills when he said he traveled up and down the highway looking for female hitchhikers. Once he had them in his vehicle, he said he took them to remote areas where he raped, tortured, and murdered them before disposing of their bodies in the marsh. He claimed he killed between 80-90 people this way, admitted to horrific acts of both torture and cannibalism. He also claimed he killed 105 people total to his daughter.

Number three, Gaskins also confessed to multiple so-called serious murders involving people he knew. The victims included family members, business associates, a pregnant woman and her toddler, young teenage girl, thought of him as Uncle Peewee. Authorities had evidence to corroborate these crimes and found multiple bodies buried not far

from Peewee's residence in Prospect, South Carolina. Number four, Gaskins was ultimately executed for the murder of fellow inmate Rudolph Tyner, who was on death row himself for murdering an elderly couple. The couple's son felt the appeals process was taking too long, took matters into his own hands by hiring Gaskins to kill Tyner. Gaskins instructed a radio bomb that killed Tyner instantly. Pretty ingenious, but he failed to cover his tracks and was quickly linked to the murder. The number five, new info, just

some other possible additional murders. The following, just some additional murders Gaskin confessed to that the police did not charge him with due to a lack of evidence. 1972, Peewee moved to Charleston, South Carolina's biggest city. One day, one of the men who brought him some stolen cars from out of state came to his work, which was surprising because they weren't supposed to be seen together. But he wanted Peewee to meet a young man he had shared a cell with at the county jail in Augusta, Georgia. He was also involved in selling stolen property and he thought they could do some business together. So Peewee was introduced to 24-year-old Eddie Brown, what we called a real big motherfucker.

Peewee and Eddie hit it off. Eddie was into stealing, Eddie was not into selling stolen cars but stolen weapons. Eddie soon introduced Peewee to his wife Bertie and Peewee liked both of them so much he invited them over for dinner on several occasions. Peewee put the word out that he bought guns, no questions asked, for the right price. He then sold those guns to Eddie. Eddie, Peewee started hanging out at bars near the Naval Base, Air Force Base. He was looking for military weapons for collectors. Guns came flowing in. It was good business for him and Eddie until Eddie was picked up by ATF for questioning. Agents then seized approximately a hundred rifles being loaded into a truck at Sullivan's Island, South Carolina.

And Eddie was linked to them because his truck driver snitched on him. Eddie then called Peewee, said he needed to buy more guns so he could raise enough cash to hire a good lawyer, you know, once he sold them. He worried that it was only a matter of time before the Fed showed up at his place with a warrant. He asked if he could have a $3,000 advance, or he could give, I'm sorry, a $3,000 advance to Peewee, if Peewee could help him. Peewee said he was happy to do so, no cash up front, but he didn't want to deliver the guns in Charleston.

He wanted to do it out in the country. Guessing you can see where this is headed. Eddie agreed. They actually agreed to meet at Peewee's rural house at the time, which was out near Sumter in two days time. Eddie showed up with his wife, Birdie. Peewee said, the way Eddie talked, it was purely plain to me that he weren't near as tough as he made out to be. And I knew that my decision made spur on a moment when he first called and told me about the feds was the right decision.

He told the couple that the guns they wanted were in the barn and he let them over and then as soon as they were all inside picked up a rifle and opened fire. Said Birdie was injured but not killed so Pee Wee slit her throat before he buried both their bodies. He said that killing them was a matter of necessity. He knew that once the feds charged Eddie, he was gonna snitch and he couldn't have that happen. Another alleged victim was 40 year old Horace Jones, who Pee Wee called a horse's ass. Horace was recommended to Pee Wee by a prison associate. Horace had served time twice for Larsy, cashing stolen social security checks. Peewee had allowed Horace to stay with him

for over a little while and showed him around the Charleston area. One day Peewee had to make a business trip to Florence, was gone for three days. When he returned, his wife told him that Horace tried to rape her. She fought him off, but then he raped two friends of hers. And Peewee was furious,

but maybe not for the reasons you would expect. He wrote, not so much him trying to fuck my wife, but the way he went about doing it. I mean, if he had come straight to me like a man and asked to make a deal with me for my wife, I would probably have give her to him for a knot or a week or to keep if the offer were good enough. I feel like I should be shocked by that, but I'm not. Of course he treated his wife like Posse used to treat him back in juvie. He felt he couldn't just beat up Horace and throw him out because it would offend Pee-wee's criminal connection.

So he decided Horace had to die instead. He drove to a remote area to find a spot to dig a hole, then went back to pick Horace up. He said he knew two women who would be perfect victims for a financial scam. Horace ran against elderly people. Instead, he drove Horace out of the woods, pulled his gun, forced him out of the car, made Horace walk to his own grave, sit down in it, and then shot him three times.

Time Suck Top 5 Takeaways Serial killer Peewee Gaskins meanest man in America has been sucked Thanks to the bad magic productions team for helping making time suck Thank you to Queen of Bad Magic Lindsay Cummins Thanks, Logan Keith helping to publish this episode designing merch for the story got new merchant there at bad magic productions comm Thank you to Olivia Lee for the wonderful research Also, thanks to the all-seeing eyes moderating the of the Curious private Facebook page. Mod Squad making sure Discord keeps running smooth. And thanks to everyone over on the Time Suck Subreddit and Bad Magic Subreddit.

Now let's head on over to this week's Time Sucker updates. Before I read any updates just know that this episode was recorded before last week's Russia's terrifying cyborg against the West came out. So that's why none of these updates are related to that episode. I am positive I'll have updates from that episode shared next week. First up, something silly from a silly sucker, Mark from Kansas. Mark sent an email into Bojangles at timesuckpodcast.com with the subject line of Dick the Bruiser.

Dear Suckmaster, after listening to your Delphi murders episode, I thought you might be interested in a small fact. Dick the Bruiser was my dad's godfather. I'd always thought he'd made it up, but one day I asked my grandma and she confirmed it. Well, my dad is absolutely the kind of person to be full of shit. My grandma would never.

We're talking about a woman so prim and proper that she demanded you go in the bathroom to fart. How in the hell she would ever have met old Dick Bruiser, I have no idea. But given how she behaved at wrestling matches, he never smartened her up to it being a work. As an aside, here's my worst Cummins law moment for your entertainment. I was out jogging, listening to the R. Kelly episode, when I saw an attractive redhead walk in her dark. I quickly started scanning for a ring and found a bare finger.

I slow my pace a little, flash a smile, get a smile in return. I start crossing over near her to strike up a conversation when suddenly I hear, Our years are far apart and I'm inside your butt. At which point I erupt in laughter. Her seemingly interested smile suddenly drops. She starts rapidly moving away from me, realizing I was now a certified victim of that son of a bitch Dan Cummins. I just kind of shook my head and moved on, leaving her alone. I jogged along that road for months afterwards, never saw her again. Three out of five stars. Wouldn't change a thing. Mark from Kansas.

Mark, thank you for sharing something funny. Love that your grandma was close with Dick Bruiser. Interpret that how you will. Maybe she hooked up with old Dick Bruiser. Sorry I blew it for you with that red head. She's probably still telling her friends that she narrowly escaped from that run with her life. Next up some inside info on the recent Delphi murder suck from a meat sack who wishes to remain anonymous. They sent in an email with the subject line of Richard Allen looks like a gnome. Hey there, Dan, the man in the whole time suck fam.

It's my first time writing in here, so I hope I sent it to the right place. Oh, you sure did. Hopefully the subject line caught your attention. I just wanted to write it and share my experiences with that shit stain covered in the most recent episode, the Delphi murders. When I saw the name of the episode I had a rush of emotions. Excited because I love the show and I actually await new content every week thank you. Intrigued at what new info I would learn and angry because that piece of shit Richard Allen negatively affected my life. I'm gonna apologize for the length of this email

because there's a lot I would like to say as well as expound on some of the info you shared during the podcast. I was a correctional officer at Westfield correctional facility for a while and had to actually interact with this dick. He was housed under protective custody in the administrative segregation unit of the facility, which is in the maximum security unit. This means that he was in a one-man cell for approximately 23 hours a day. He was given the opportunity to go to an isolated recreation yard for an hour several times a week, which he usually refused, and also offered a shower several other times each week, which he also tended to refuse. The first time I ever saw him, I was shocked at how small he was. Wearing his

prison jumpsuit, he literally looked like a garden gnome, without the stereotypical pointy hat. When we moved the prisoners in the units, they had to be handcuffed while in their cell, searched and escorted by two officers to the next secure location. One officer physically escorts the prisoner, the second officer stands behind and holds a six-foot lead attached to the handcuffs. This is intended to prevent the prisoners from overpowering the guards and escaping. When we had to escort Alan, there was a minimum of three personnel, two in the aforementioned positions and a third several feet behind them with an active video camera with an active video camera to record everything that happened or was said from the time the cell door opened until he was secured again. The first time I had to escort him he tried to talk to me like we were old friends. I ignored it, told him to approach the cell door, put his hands through the cuff port to prepare for movement.

He then looks at me through the door's window and mumbles, you don't have to be so mean, I already apologized for killing those girls. Took everything in my power to not to walk away at that moment. After escorting him to medical and back to his cell, I just felt dirty despite having worn gloves for the entire interaction. I scrubbed my hands until they were raw. This was the beginning of months of similar interactions with him. We are trained to treat every prisoner equally, regardless of why they are incarcerated, I would be lying if I said that was easy to do. But I will say that I never, not once, saw anyone do or say anything harmful towards him due to the sensitive nature of his crime.

It was still in court then he was under 24 seven suicide watch. So someone was out the door of his cell at all times when he was in it. We were told not to speak to him, not to react to anything he might say to us. We just had to record it in the log and report anything pertinent to our superiors. I listened to this man confess multiple times. I had to touch him when escorting him. I had to hand him food to eat in his cell. And then I had to go home to my family and pretend everything was perfectly fine.

It really started to negatively affect my mental health. I couldn't compartmentalize dealing with murderers at work, then coming home and playing with my kid or spending quality time with my wife. Every time I went to work, I contemplated joining the Kurt Cobain School of Abstract Art in the parking lot. But I couldn't do that to my family, so eventually I left that job. After that, my life got much better and I don't regret my decision to leave at all. Now on to some of the info mentioned in the podcast. When we are working in the maximum security units we are required to wear stab vests. Imagine the Hollywood bulletproof vest and you've got the general idea. These are issued by the DOC and remain at the facility. You sign one out at the start of your shift and return it at the end.

It is highly unlikely you will get the same vest multiple days in a row. Nobody put patches on them and even if they wanted to do so there was nowhere to put them on. Sharing personal information such as religion, political stance, and other things was frowned upon because that could be seen as potentially showing favoritism towards a group or an individual and causes a whole host of issues. This puts Allen's claims of COs wearing Norse pagan patches or saying they were Odinists in question. Next up is his mental and physical health. I personally witnessed him refuse multiple meals and also refused to go to sick call. He would instead

demand that the nurse come to his cell. One nurse can't do a house call when there are 200 plus inmates to take care of. The combination of him refusing to shower for weeks at a time, skipping meals frequently, and refusing to attend sick call when called obviously began to take its toll. Short of dragging him from his cell, hosing him down, and shoving him food and meds down his throat, there wasn't much we could do except observe and report. There are some observations, however, that you really shouldn't report, but those stories are for your other podcasts. Ooh some paranormal stuff Please send them in. I don't remember him having much of anything in his cell No personal effects artwork mail, etc

And I don't remember him ever having a visitor of any kind personal or legal while he was at Westville It might have happened on another shift, but I don't remember seeing it in the log on the unit as with everything I've mentioned that was my experience. There were three other shifts and I can't speak for them but I never witnessed or saw evidence of mistreatment. There's much more that I like to say but I'll leave it at that since I've already taken up a lot of your time. I've listened to every episode of Time Suck and Scared to Death and for the first time in my life I look forward to Mondays. Thanks for making my work week run more smoothly. Three out of five stars.

Hopefully the chick finally submits and if not, what is big deal? Maserati, Bugatti, Spaghetti! Mother! Anonymous, Meat Sack and Former CO. PS, if this were somehow to make it on the show, please give a shout out to any current or former officers at Westville who listen to the podcast, especially those working the U. You guys are the real unsung heroes, even though most people will never know what goes

on behind the wire. Thank you Anonymous Sack for those awesome details and other info you sent in to me that you didn't want me to read. That was very kind. I love inside info like this. It's very hard to get that from dicking around on the web, watching docs, reading books and reports. I truly appreciate you taking the time to add to the info I shared about those tragic

murders with anybody who happens to be listening. So hail Nimrod. And now more inside info from RT Sack, Anya Mahler, who sent in an email with the subject line of duped by Shen Yun. Dear suckmaster Dan, first off, gosh heck, you're a funny dude. Great big thanks for you being you. Your ability to turn even the darkest of tales into intelligent, witty, and hilarious stories is something I very much love. I've been a huge fan since your early stand-up. Sigh live once, no big deal. And I'm all in on your podcast. Time sucks as my absolute fave. As an architectural color consultant, I say, oh that's very cool. I spend a lot of time driving in your stories, making my commutes between projects fly by. Well thank you. What a fucking cool job you got.

And also, very much appreciate the jobs that COs do, if I didn't mention that. Okay, I have listened to you all these years, and this is the first time I felt compelled to write in and tell you about my Shen Yun experience. I live in Seattle, a city bursting with arts, culture, diversity, and overpriced coffee, and I spent my whole life enjoying plays,

music festivals, and all kinds of performances. Yeah, Seattle's great. I started noticing the Shen Yun ads years ago, all those vibrant colors, twirling dancers, catchy buzzwords like spectacular and a must see. Naturally, I was hooked. I asked around and ended up convincing 12 of my closest peeps, including my parents, best friend, her family and parents to go see the show. We were all pretty excited to see what it was all about.

The first half was exactly what the ads promised, Beautiful costumes, hundreds of dancers, giant immersive screens. It was like stepping into a kaleidoscope of color. Then it got weird. A guy came out and yell sang some very strange stuff. I slow head turned to my husband a mouth. What the fuck went into intermission? And that's when things took an even stranger turn. During the break, a Shen Yun usher with a clipboard started asking my husband very personal questions about his job, hobbies, and family. Felt like they were trying to recruit him for

something. Maybe a subscription to more weird shows. Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable. He tried to escape, but the usher kept going until he finally had to say, but the bell rang. In my head, I imagine the way Ralphie said it in a Christmas story. Then the second half happened, the tone shifted dramatically and suddenly we were learning about organ harvesting, religion, the Chinese government, and Fei Lun Gong. I won't go into more details because you in the New York Times person covered the rest of the weirdness perfectly. After the show I just stared at my 12 friends and fam and felt like I had lured them into a cult. I had to apologize to all of them.

They still bring it up, by the way. And I felt even more duped by the money we'd all given them. In my defense, none of that was mentioned in the ads, buses, or billboards. Who knew? I needed to background check a dance show. Anyway, thanks for the laughs. Keep up the great work. If we had a five stars, wouldn't change a thing.

Praise Bojangles. Glory be to Triple M and Hail, Lucifina. And most of all, cheers to you, Dan. Sincerely, a much wiser fan Anya, Anya that's so nice yeah thank you for the kind words first of all and holy shit your email made me laugh you're very funny I love that everybody you took to that show still give you shit for it like what the fuck was that why did you take us there but you're right who would think they had to do recon for a show that looks like it's just a theatrical show centered around you know beautiful imagery and dance that revolve around Chinese history

and culture? I love that it was exactly as ridiculous as I was hoping it would be. Thank you for taking the time to share that inside info with us all. Very cool. Thanks to everybody who sends in the messages every week. Well, thank you for listening to another Bad Magic Productions podcast. Scare to death and time suck each week. Short sucks and nightmare fuel on the time suck and scare to death podcast feeds twice a month.

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