#nannie doss

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I'm convinced men point to Aileen Wuornos as “THE female serial killer” (instead of Juana Barraza, for example) is because she is the embodiment of women they hate.

Many people would use the excuse that they point to Wuornos because she is American. There are more than a handful of examples of female serial killers in America who have killed more people than Aileen Wuornos ever did (Christine Falling, Genene Jones, Nannie Doss, Belle Gunness, etc), so she is not special in that regard.

People would argue that her method was just so unspeakable. Most female serial killers murder by poison or similar less violent methods than their male counterparts. Her method of killings was by shooting her victims, which is not very atypical of female murderers.

Aileen Wuornos is singled out as “THE female serial killer” because she was a lesbian, she was a prostitute, and she killed when she knew she would be r*ped.

It is undisputed that Aileen was most likely raped by the first man she killed, Richard Mallory, because he has a history of s*xual assault and rape. People scoff at the idea of a prostitute being raped, but every time you make a person decide on food for dinner or not having sex with you, that is rape.

These men view her as “THE female serial killer” because she is the embodiment of women that are subhuman to them, yet they still believe they deserving of sex from.

Aileen Wuornos was mentally ill; she had a psychopathic personality and likely had ASPD and/or BPD as well. She was severely s*xually abused as a child. There are definitely red flags of someone who would become a disturbed individual, I'm not arguing against that. I'm just asking, “Why do they focus on Aileen Wuornos?”

Reason 1383929 I hate “true crime communities”

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

I see you're okay with talking about killers 👁👁

So, there's this lady who went by Nannie Doss (real name, Nancy Hazel) from Alabama who was notorious in the 1920s.

Out of the five husbands she married, she killed four of them. Not just that, she also killed her granddaughters- one by sticking a hatpin through their head and the other being asphyxiated. While the first husband managed to dodge being killed, she poisoned her second husband with rat poison in his whiskey, and for the third husband she set his house on fire, killing both himself and the man's mother.

As well as killing her fourth and fifth husbands- the fourth dying to "mysterious circumstances" and poisoning her fifith with poisoned cake- she later on murdered her own mother and sister.

The woman was eventually arrested in 1954 and died in prison in 1964.

Fun fact, she was nicknamed the "Giggling Granny" because she constantly laughed when she confessed her crimes to the authorities! :D

Damn holy shit-

By any chance do you have a hyperfixation on crime case histories? /hj /pos

[literadella]

Quando pensamos em assassinos em série, pensamos em homens. Mais precisamente, em homens matando mulheres inocentes, vítimas de um apetite atroz por sangue e uma vontade irrefreável de carnificina. As mulheres podem ser tão letais quanto os homens e deixar um rastro de corpos por onde passam ― então o que acontece quando as pessoas são confrontadas com uma assassina em série? Quando as ideias de “sexo frágil” se quebram e fitamos os desconcertantes olhos de uma mulher com sangue seco sob as unhas?

Prepare-se para realizar mais uma investigação criminal ao lado da DarkSide® Books e sua divisão Crime Scene® . Esqueça tudo aquilo que você achava que sabia sobre assassinos letais ― perto de Mary Ann Cotton e Elizabeth Báthory, para citar apenas algumas, Jack, o Estripador ainda era um aprendiz.

Inspirado na coluna homônima da escritora Tori Telfer no site Jezebel, Lady Killers: Assassinas em Série é um dossiê de histórias sobre assassinas em série e seus crimes ao longo dos últimos séculos, e o material perfeito para você mergulhar fundo em suas mentes. Com um texto informativo e espirituoso, a autora recapitula a vida de catorze mulheres com apetite para destruição, suas atrocidades e o legado de dor deixado por cada uma delas. As histórias são narradas através de um necessário viés feminista. Telfer dispensa explicações preguiçosas e sexistas e disseca a complexidade da violência feminina e suas camadas. A autora também contesta os arquétipos ― vovó gentil, mãe carinhosa, dama sensual, feiticeira traiçoeira, entre outros ― e busca entender por que as mulheres foram reduzidas a definições tão superficiais.

Além disso, questiona a “amnésia coletiva” a respeito dos assassinatos cometidos por mulheres. Por que falamos de Ed Kemper e não de Nannie Doss, a Vovó Sorriso, que dominou as páginas dos jornais norte-americanos em 1950 por seu carisma e piadas mórbidas (ela matou quatro maridos)? Por que continuamos lembrando apenas de H.H. Holmes quando Kate Bender recebia viajantes em sua hospedaria (e assassinava todos que ousavam flertar com ela)? A linha que divide o bem e o mal atravessa o coração de todo ser humano.

Lady Killers: Assassinas em Série faz parte da coleção Crime Scene® : histórias reais, de assassinos reais, indicadas para quem tem o espírito investigador. Entre os títulos da coleção estão Casos de Família e Arquivos Serial Killers, de Ilana Casoy, e o best-seller Serial Killers: Anatomia do Mal, de Harold Schechter. O livro de Tori Telfer , ilustrado pela artista salvadorenha Jennifer Dahbura e complementado com uma rica pesquisa de imagens, se junta a estas grandes fontes de estudo para alimentar a mente dos darksiders mais curiosos.

Através das páginas de Lady Killers: Assassinas em Série os leitores vão perceber que estas damas assassinas eram inteligentes, coniventes, imprudentes, egoístas e estavam dispostas a fazer o que fosse necessário para ingressar no que elas viam como uma vida melhor. Foram implacáveis e inflexíveis. Eram psicopatas e estavam prontas para dizimar suas próprias famílias. Mas elas não eram lobos. Não eram vampiros. Não eram homens. Mais uma vez, a ficha mostra: elas eram horrivelmente, essencialmente, inescapavelmente humanas.

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Alright charmers, farmers, and idiots. It's a brisk 60 degrees in Los Angeles so don't forget your booties, because it's coooooooold out there. And I'm back with another edition of...

The Worst Movie on Netflix Right Now™

This week's feature was by request of @anasandorpygoscelis. I think. I mean, I'm pretty sure there was a post somewhere. Anyhow, on this marvelous Monday, we're doing...

The Noel Diary. This is a movie starring Justin Hartley (This is Us) and Barrett Doss (Grey's Anatomy) and it's directed by Charles Shyer who is best known for writing and directing some rom-com classics from the late 80s and early 90s like Baby Boom and Father of the Bride.

The film is based on a book by Richard Paul Evans who apparently has a whole series of "Noel" books, so he's really the smartest person involved in this whole production because my bet is this dude is CASHING in on the whole Christmas concept (to the extent that any writer anywhere can cash in on anything, but you know what I mean).

THE PLOT

Alright, so this movie is about a best-selling novelist, Jacob Turner, who returns to his childhood home to handle the affairs of his recently deceased estranged mother when he meets Rachel, who has come to his mom's house in search of her birth mother. ...don't worry, it's revealed early on that her mom was the nanny, so there's no weird Folger's bro/sis thing happening here. But that's the plot.

Anyhow, my favorite part of this fucking movie was how the filmmaker actually used visual storytelling to communicate characters. Like for once we actually get some thoughtful set design - as in woooooooow this is actually trying to show me something other than generic-American-handsome man!

But like, siiiiiiiiiiiigh, nice effort, but did you have to make this dude out like some sort of Esquire magazine wet dream? As the camera pans-and-fades around his Moody Bachelors Anonymous pad, it lingers just long enough to let your eye catch a few key things: books by Bob Dylan and David Sedaris, a bulletin board with handwritten notes and black-and-white travel photos (the Eiffel tower obvs), multiple antique typewriters (an Underwood), an Edgar Allen Poe funko, a record player, and a stack of LPs with the only record showing being Nina Simone. Like... daaaaaaamn. This is the guy I wanted to date when I was twenty and was still trying to be a writer.

And of course his house is this beautifully furnished mid-century, eames-chair-sporting, ready for its Vogue walk-through drool-property. Can I just stop at this point in the movie? Job done. You've sold me. He's hot, rich, and lives in a gorgeous house with real actual art and a cute dog (that's just big enough to not be a small dog but not so big it's cliche). Like... FUCK. OH and then he tunes an actual transistor radio to... you guessed it... the local jazz station. Dating this guy is like dating an OC moodboard on tumblr.com.

This whole scene is only bested by the next set-decorating moment where he returns to his childhood bedroom: Drugstore Cowboy poster (unframed), basketball and football trophy (both???), Larry Bird signed jersey (framed), French New Wave poster (framed????), stack of miscellaneous board games with TRIVIAL PURSUIT GENUS I on top, another antique typewriter, bedside reading featuring On the Road by Jack Kerouac and A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway (like, of course), and another bulletin board with various concert ticket stubs.

Fuck, I need a cigarette.

Honestly, that's it, that's all I want to talk about. An hour and 40 minute movie and I'm done with it 12 minutes in. He's THE MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD. This dude is too perfect. No amount of trauma makes this guy suddenly undateable. He's an unbelievable character not because we didn't get enough detail, but because the detail is just too perfect. Jesus, he's walking out of a Restoration Hardware catalogue dragging a brass telescope behind him and asking if you want to look at the stars (I do).

Anyhow, here's the thing about this movie - it's actually pretty well done, but FUCK it's really fucking sad. Unlike most Christmas movies that look like they spent too much time at fucking Hobby Lobby, this movie sort of side-swipes Christmas. Like all this shit is happening, and oh yeah, it's Christmas time. This is good because it avoids the cliches, but it's bad because ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHRISTMAS MOVIE!?!? WHERE IS SANTA!? You can't have an entire Christmas romance movie and the only comic relief is on the dog. That's too much pressure for a pup!

Anyhow, one of my common gripes about these movies is that by the end of the movie you want to think the couple belongs together. The way this movie tries to sell you on it is essentially two key details: Rachel (the love interest) has a tattoo of Billie Holliday on the inside of her forearm and once Jacob starts playing a jazz classic on the piano (OH YEAH HE PLAYS PIANO TOO) and Rachel immediately starts singing, beautifully, along. Seeeeeeeee? They're fucking perfect for each other.

Rachel is also an interesting character in a too-perfect sort of way (she's a language major who speaks fluent Italian on screen HOTTTTTTTT!). It's still a moodboard it's just got black and white photos of Italy on it instead of France. I bet her childhood bedroom has a framed poster that says ITALIAN NEW WAVE. Annnnnyhow... are they perfect for each other?

Nah, they're still not. This entire movie is a lot of sorting through some fucked up childhood trauma and I think that would bond most people. But do they belong together? Naaaaaaah.

Rachel shows some insane amount of patience for the men in her life in this movie and I don't really want to get into the plot too deeply (even though it's a little fucked) cause it's too fucking sad. Jacob apparently suddenly decides he no longer wants to be a permanent bachelor and he's all in for Rachel and we don't know really why. But like... sure, I GUESS.

If your jam is sad Christmas vibes, then this is the movie for you. These two live sadly ever after.

Last note: Bonnie Bedelia is in this movie and she is as radiant as ever.

Where is her movie? Bonnie Bedelia is the nosy neighbor artist next door and I have never felt so in need of a bi rom-com starring her. LET'S GO, NETFLIX. FUCK THIS SAD SHIT. GIVE ME HOT BONNIE.

Alright, that's all I got.

[shittyxmasromcomzone]

The Noel Diary

NETFLIX

Justin Hartley, Bennett Doss

Heyyyyyyy! Here we are again - as our lord and savior Taylor Allison Swift once said, ‘tis the damn season. And I’m back at it again with the shitty xmas romcoms, amen hallelujah.

We’re starting off with a fun romp through the New England countryside, as Rachel and Jake road trip to track down Jake estranged father in order to glean information about Rachel’s biological mother, who she has never met but who, as it turns out, was once Jake’s nanny when he was young.

Jake, who by the way is a handsome and wealthy but oh-so-lonely famous novelist, finds himself starting to open up to Rachel along the way. As they drive, they read their way through bio mom’s diary, discovered while cleaning out Jake’s recently deceased mother’s house - the site of all his childhood traumas. The emotional walls aren’t the only problem, either - Rachel also happens to be engaged!

But unfortunately for Rachel’s fiancé, he kind of sucks, and she and Jake have a little too much in common for comfort. A shared mysterious past! A love of jazz music! Matching His & Hers Daddy and Mommy issues! What more could you ask for?

There’s a really great movie moment about halfway through their trip, when Jake starts telling Rachel the tragic story from his past as they wait in the car for a passing train: As Jake talks, the audible dialogue fades. Rachel hears the story, but we, the audience, don’t. It’s an oddly poignant moment of intimacy from a shitty xmas romcom, something worth noting.

Other highlights include a couple of really excellent meta moments:

Not to mention this extremely good girl:

Did it pass the Bechdel-Wallace test? Yes

LGBTQ characters? No

Characters of color? Yes

Attractiveness of the male lead? I polled the room and we agreed to award him an 8/10. Though it must be noted for the record that he “does nothing” for my mother.

All in all, I give this one a 4.5 out of 5 Golden Rings!

[shutterbulky]

Weird Back stories of the 7 Most Famous Female Serial Killers

Weird Back stories of the 7 Most Famous Female Serial Killers

Have you ever read about Menendez Murders? Yes, they were two brothers who killed their parents On August 20, 1989 at New York. Despite the fact that most famous female serial killers are uncommon, they have made their imprint on history. See our list of 7 most famous female serial killers. #1 Nannie Doss #2 Aileen Wuornos #3 Dorothea Puente  #4 Miyuki Ishikawa #5 Judias Buenoano #6 Karla…

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mp – zines 1, 2, and 3.

nannie doss:

judy buenoano:

beverley allitt:

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Nannie Doss: The Giggling Granny

Nannie Doss had many nicknames: “The Lonely Hearts Killer, the Black Widow, and the Giggling Granny. She was born in Blue Mountain, Alabama, on November 4, 1905. She had four other siblings and had an abusive and micromanaging kind of father. He often did not want Nannie and her sisters to wear makeup or any revealing clothing because he wanted to deter any men from sexually bothering them. Her…

[thewomanwhowatchedchristmas]

The Noel Diary (2022)

This one was dramatic, but like, in an awkward way.

Jake Turner (Justin Hartley) is a famous author just off a book tour who gets a call about his recently deceased mother's estate. Jake had been estranged from his mother for several years and from his father for even more. But Jake takes his sole companion, a dog named Ava, to his childhood home to clean out his mother's hoarder house to sell it. His neighbor, Ellie (Bonnie Bedelia), tries to convince him to talk to his father. Jake refuses because his dad left after his older brother Benji (Baylen D. Bielitz) died at 7 years old (Jake was 4) trying to hang an ornament on a tree outside during a snowstorm and never tried to contact Jake or check on him. It is unclear if Jake's dad ever knew about Jake's mom's mental health issues and hoarding problem, but Jake for sure blames him anyway.

Rachel Campbell (Barrett Doss) shows up with Jake's childhood home address looking for her birth mom. She was adopted, and her records were sealed, so she doesn't have a name, just a last known address. I fully expected this to be long lost half siblings or something, but don't worry, it's not. Ellie remembers a very young, live-in nanny from before Jake's family fell apart, but she doesn't know her name. She tries again to get Jake to talk to his father by giving Rachel his father’s location and getting Rachel in on convincing Jake. It works.

Thus ensues a road trip between Rachel and Jake who learn a lot about each other, especially about Rachel's relationship with her fiance Alan (Mike Donovan) and how great it is, but Rachel is very much trying to convince herself that she's happy, that she's doing the right thing because it looks good on paper, that she's not falling for Jake, etc. They do get to Scott Turner's (James Remar) house and Rachel convinces Jake to hear him out, so Jake finds out that his dad did try to contact him but his mom kept it from him, and also the married name and address of Rachel's birth mom.

The drama in this movie is a lot. It makes sense when you think about two people finding their long lost parent and then also falling in love with each other but they can't be together (or can they?) for reasons. Ava is everyone's emotional rock in this movie, including the viewer. The music wasn't anything that stood out. The acting was just bad enough to be a little awkward at times, but mostly it was tolerable. This is also a movie that is only tangentially about Christmas because it happens during the holiday season. Overall, 2 stars.

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Behind the Scenes: Unlucky Thirteen

[Previously on: Special Officer 432 in General]

Like I said in the previous post, the stories were originally posted on A Certain Website and inspired by its users. So, let's dive into the first one, "Unlucky Thirteen".

And since we'll be discussing crime, death and hornyposting again, all the details along with a link to the story on Pixiv are under the cut.

Important info: you can access the link only if you set explicit material to be shown in your Pixiv settings. For a good reason.

The person whom I offered a role in the story wrote a thing or two herself, and bouncing the ideas between us I arrived at the general concept I described in my previous post: a Kingdom based on Great Britain, but where capital punishment wasn't abolished after the obvious miscarriage of justice that was the case of Ruth Ellis.

Now, I do understand that the users of A Certain Website value their privacy and don't reveal where they're from - unless they slip and include something geographically specific in their photos or their automatic translator/autocorrect has a hiccup - but when that inevitably happens, I can hint that I spotted it, dropping a local reference in a story I wrote for them.

While the story hinges on a knee-jerk legal act introduced due to media fearmongering and desperate "tough on crime" vote baiting that obviously doesn't work as intended but gets people into trouble over technicalities, something the UK is rather notorious for (from my observations - of course, I realize that they have nothing on the US in this regard), the rest isn't as British as you would expect. The concept of drug-dealing football hooligans does sound fairly British, but I was in fact inspired by late 1990s/early 2000s Poland - the quote under the full version of the cover image contains multiple references to local organized crime from that time, mostly , along with a very specific reference to one of the local football clubs that I won't explain - like I said, If You Know, You Know. Enough that some locals figured out only half of it outright and caught on the other half later.

I also set up some foreshadowing in the first paragraph, mainly to depict the Officer as well established in her profession and having seen a lot - not just pop culture tropes and generalities like "greedy trophy wives", "homeless junkies" and "Capital City gang members", but references to actual cases as well. While "elderly serial poisoner" sounds like a reference to things like "Arsenic and Old Lace", I had two actual serial poisoners in mind: Nannie Doss and Louisa May Merrifield (although Merrifield wasn't exactly "elderly"). "Country cannibal" is based on the Australian murderer Katherine Knight, although I'm gonna put a disclaimer here: I'm not going to write a story about her. Sure, I can imagine it, and that’s the problem: we’d be dealing with an ogre of a woman with anger issues that would require four guards to subdue her and most possibly a straitjacket, and that’s just not my style. Which leaves me with the "depraved murderer barely out of high school" - an idea that sent me into a most distracting rabbit hole of writing down important-sounding legalese outlining the next story, when I was only halfway through "Unlucky Thirteen". But, more on that in the next post, now let's get back to the first one.

Since the story is set in a prison, and one of three specifically named ones, let's focus on that. Shackleton, located in the Capital region, stands in for the real-life Holloway Prison, with the execution chamber based on stills from "Pierrepoint" and photos of a miniature reconstruction of the execution chamber in the Wandsworth prison that I found online, as it was very similar to the one depicted in "Pierrepoint". The idea of a black curtain separating the preparation area, however, comes from an article about the Fallbeil installed in Katowice prison during the German occupation of Silesia during World War 2 - well, that and it's aimed directly at the users of A Certain Website. I know, it's awkward and I depicted the preparation rooms in the other two prisons as slightly more practical, but I don't feel like doing retcons on this one.

And finally, a bit of general trivia: I write my stories in English first, and then translate them to Polish - mostly because I find translating from Polish to English awkward and often come up with English puns or turns of phrase that are a nightmare to translate to Polish (for example, the taking/giving head wordplay in my old story "Swift Justice" that I had to rephrase entirely in translation), but here, I came up with a translation of the phrase "handcuffed, hysterical and in a world of trouble" that sounds even better in Polish - literally "in handcuffs, in panic and in trouble".

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Nannie Doss: ‘Giggling Granny’ Snuffed Four Hubbies — With Rat Poison

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Unveiling the Notorious: Exploring the Lives of History's Most Famous Women Criminals

Throughout history, there have been numerous notorious criminals who have captured the public's fascination. Among them, certain women have stood out for their audacity, cunning, and criminal exploits. In this article, we delve into the lives of some of the most famous women criminals, shedding light on their backgrounds, motivations, and the impact they left on society. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow: Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, infamous for their violent crime spree during the Great Depression, gained widespread notoriety as one of America's most notorious criminal couples. Their daring robberies and ruthless acts made them legendary figures, immortalized in folklore and popular culture. Griselda Blanco: Known as the "Godmother of Cocaine," Griselda Blanco was a prominent figure in the Medellín Cartel, one of the most powerful drug trafficking organizations in history. Her ruthless methods and involvement in the drug trade made her a feared and legendary figure in the criminal underworld. Mary Ann Cotton: Mary Ann Cotton, a British serial killer from the Victorian era, gained notoriety for poisoning her victims, including her husbands and children. Her heinous crimes shocked society, and she was eventually convicted and executed, leaving behind a chilling legacy of female criminality. Mata Hari: Mata Hari, a Dutch exotic dancer and courtesan, became a spy during World War I. Her captivating allure and espionage activities made her a captivating figure, until she was ultimately caught, accused of being a double agent, and executed. Aileen Wuornos: Aileen Wuornos, dubbed the "Monster," was a notorious American serial killer who targeted and killed several men. Her troubled past and the circumstances surrounding her crimes brought attention to the complexities of her life and the factors that led her down a path of violence. The Black Widow Killers: The term "Black Widow" is often associated with women who murder their partners for personal gain. Notable examples include Catherine Nevin, who orchestrated her husband's murder for inheritance, and Belle Gunness, who lured numerous suitors to her farm with the intention of robbing and killing them. Nannie Doss: Nannie Doss, also known as the "Giggling Granny," was an American serial killer who poisoned multiple family members, including her husbands, children, and even her mother. Her seemingly innocent demeanor and the extent of her crimes shocked the nation. Phoolan Devi: Phoolan Devi, known as the "Bandit Queen," was an Indian dacoit (bandit) who sought revenge against upper-caste men after enduring years of abuse and oppression. Her acts of violence against her oppressors and subsequent political career made her a controversial and intriguing figure. Leona Helmsley: Leona Helmsley, dubbed the "Queen of Mean," was a wealthy New York City hotelier who gained notoriety for her tyrannical management style and tax evasion. Her extravagant lifestyle and disregard for the law earned her a place in the annals of white-collar crime. These women criminals have left an indelible mark on history, captivating the public with their audacious acts and complex motives. From serial killers to drug lords and notorious outlaws, their stories continue to intrigue and horrify. While their criminal deeds cannot be condoned, their notoriety serves as a reminder of the dark side of human nature and the complexities of criminal behavior. Read the full article

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{📚Buchvorstellung📚} Heute möchte ich euch ein 2. Buch aus der Feder von Ryan Green vorstellen und zwar "Eine Schwarze Witwe: Die wahre Geschichte der kichernden Granny Nannie Doss (Wahres Verbrechen)". Darum geht es in dem Buch: 1927 kam Charley Braggs eines Tages nach Hause und fand zwei seiner Kinder tot vor. Der Hausarzt diagnostizierte eine Lebensmittelvergiftung als Todesursache, wodurch eine Autopsie nicht mehr nötig erschien. Seine Frau Nannie behauptete, ein Mutterkorn wäre der Grund gewesen, doch Charley glaubte ihr nicht. Da er sich in der Nähe seiner Frau nicht mehr sicher fühlte, nahm er mitten in der Nacht seine älteste Tochter an die Hand und lief mit ihr fort. Jeder hatte Mitleid mit Nannie, als der „Verrat“ ihres Mannes publik wurde, da sie von allen als liebenswerte Frau mit einem fröhlichen Naturell gesehen wurde. Doch hinter ihrer freundlichen Fassade verbarg sich ein unerwartet b��ser Charakter. Und als vier ihrer Ehemänner, zwei ihrer Schwestern, ihre Mutter, ihre Schwiegermutter, ihr Neffe und ihr Enkel diese Wahrheit erkannten, geriet ihr Leben in größte Gefahr. Eine Schwarze Witwe ist der dramatische und erschütternde Bericht über einen der schockierendsten Kriminalfälle der amerikanischen Geschichte. Ryan Greens fesselnde Erzählung lässt den Leser am Grauen teilhaben, das die Opfer erleben mussten, und verfügt über alle Elemente eines klassischen Thrillers. Kennt ihr schon Bücher von Ryan Green? 📖 #Buch #book #ryangreen #truecrime #truecrimeusa #selfpublishing #wahrebegebenheit #wahrekriminalfälle #bloggerlife #Bookstagram #bookstagramgermany #bookstagrammer #bookstagramdeutschland #Blogger #Bloggen #Buchvorstellung #Buchblog #buchblogger #missroseliest #missrosesbuecherwelt (hier: Dresden, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmq4zEZrtLG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Nannie Doss aka The Giggling Granny / Serial Killer

Nannie Doss seemed like a sweet lady. She smiled and laughed all the time. She married, had four children, and spent time with her grandchildren. But behind the happy façade was a trail of death and murder that lasted from the 1920s to 1954. It was then that Nannie Doss confessed to killing four of her five husbands, and authorities believed she may have killed many of her blood relatives as well. 

Nannie Doss’ story begins with her birth to a family of farmers in 1905 in Blue Mountain, Alabama. Instead of going to school, all five of Jim and Louisa Hazle’s children stayed at home to work on household chores and tend to the family farm. At age seven, Doss suffered a head injury while riding a train. The head injury changed her life forever. By the time she was a teenager, Doss dreamed of living an idyllic life with her future husband. Reading romance magazines, especially the “lonely hearts” columns, took up much of the young lady’s spare time. Perhaps she used the romance magazines as an escape from her abusive father while her mother turned a blind eye.

At the age of 16, Nannie Doss wed a man she had only known for four months. Charley Braggs and Doss had four children together from 1921 to 1927. The marriage fell apart at that point. The happy couple lived with Braggs’ mother, but she had the same abusive type of behavior as Doss’ father. Perhaps it was her mother-in-law that kickstarted Doss’ murdering spree.

Two children died under mysterious circumstances that same year. One moment the kids were perfectly healthy, and then suddenly they died without an apparent cause. The couple divorced in 1928. Braggs took his older daughter, Melvina, with him and left a new-born, Florine, with his ex-wife and mother.

Just a year after her divorce, Doss married her second husband. He was an abusive alcoholic from Jacksonville named Frank Harrelson. The two met through a lonely hearts column. Harrelson wrote her romantic letters, while Doss responded with racy letters and photos. Despite the abuse, the marriage lasted 16 years until 1945. During this period, Doss likely killed her own new-born granddaughter a few days after the birth by using a hairpin to stab her in the brain. A few months after the granddaughter’s death, her two-year-old grandson, Robert, died of asphyxiation while in Doss’ care. These two kids belonged to Melvina, Doss’ older child with Braggs.

Harrelson was next on the murderer’s list. Following a night of drunken revelry at the end of World War II, Doss mixed a secret ingredient into his hidden jar of moonshine. He was dead less than a week later on Sept. 15, 1945. People assumed he died of food poisoning. Meanwhile, Doss collected enough life insurance money from Harrelson’s death to buy a plot of land and a house near Jacksonville.

Arlie Lanning of Lexington, N.C., died in 1952 several years after he responded to a lonely hearts classified ad placed by Doss. Playing the doting wife, Doss added poison to one of Lanning’s meals and he died shortly thereafter. He was a heavy drinker, so doctors attributed the heart attack to alcohol.

Richard Morton of Emporia, Kan. was Doss’ next true love, although he spent a lot of time with other women while married to Doss. However, Doss wouldn’t discover this just yet, because she was distracted with other matters. Doss’ mother needed a caretaker after she fell and broke a hip in 1953 after her father passed away. The woman died suddenly and without warning a few months after Doss agreed to take care of her. Shortly after her mother’s death, one of Doss’s sisters died suddenly after having contact with the Nannie Doss. Doss was too consumed with her mother’s health to find out about Morton’s affairs. But after she “took care” of her mother and sister, she turned her full attention to her cheating husband. He died under mysterious circumstances.

Nannie Doss’ final victim was Samuel Doss of Tulsa, Okla. He was neither a drunk nor abusive. He simply made the mistake of telling his wife that she could only read magazines or watch television shows that were for educational purposes. She laced a prune cake with poison. Samuel Doss spent a month recovering in the hospital. A few days after he got home, poison-laced coffee finished him off.

This is where Nannie Doss made a mistake.

The doctor who treated her fifth and final husband had suspected foul play during his month-long hospitalization, but he had no proof. So the doctor convinced Doss, who was to receive two life insurance benefits after the fifth husband’s death, to let him perform an autopsy. The physician said it was a good idea because the autopsy would save lives. The doctor found huge amounts of arsenic in Samuel Doss’s body and alerted police. Nannie Doss was arrested in 1954.

She soon confessed to killing four of her five ex-husbands, but not her family members. Authorities exhumed some of Doss’ previous victims and found extraordinary amounts of arsenic or rat poison in their bodies. It turns out that a common household ingredient at the time was a potent way to kill people and without anyone suspecting a thing. The Grinning Granny’s calling card was to poison her loved ones with drinks or food spiked with huge amounts of poison. .

In all, authorities suspect she killed as many as 12 people, most of whom were blood-related. Doss blamed her murderous escapades on her brain injury. Meanwhile, journalists gave her the nickname Giggling Granny because every time she would tell the story of how she killed her late husbands, she laughed.  Nannie Doss died in prison in 1964 while serving a life sentence for the murder of her last husband.

[historicwomendaily]

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