Serial Killer Documentaries Quotes

That’s not what I said. I want you here. All the time. I want to walk up these stairs after a long shift knowing that you and your fuzzy socks will be on the couch watching a serial killer documentary or snoring in the bed fast asleep. Our bed.

You think that drinking with a serial killer takes you into the midnight currents of the culture? I say bullshit. There's been twelve TV documentaries, three movies and eight books about me. I'm more popular than any of these designed-by-pedophile pop moppets littering the music television and the gossip columns. I've killed more people than Paris Hilton has desemenated, I was famous before she was here and I'll be famous after she's gone. I am the mainstream. I am, in fact, the only true rock star of the modern age. Every newspaper in America never fails to report on my comeback tours, and I get excellent reviews.

Serial killer documentaries, cookies, and wine; these are a few of my favorite things.

Hey?” Sarah enters my bedroom. I look up at her from my bed. I have a serial killer documentary on. It’s giving me ideas on what to do to him in his sleep if he ever returns.

I’ve devoured every serial killer-based film and series I can, read the biographies, listened to hours of true crime podcasts, watched intensely questionable YouTube videos and every new Netflix true crime documentary. I’ve rewatched The Silence of the Lambs every year, as my own sort of holiday classic, and if stressed out, I’ll turn to Zodiac as my comfort blanket movie. I see it as a safe peek inside a psychology so far removed from my life, so totally inconceivable morally, that it’s the cinematic equivalent of bungee jumping.

This man looks like the freaking serial killer in the documentary—but the Ted Bundy kind of killer. The kind you leave with…willingly.