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| Full Name: | Albert Fish / Born: Hamilton Fish |
| Gender: | Male |
| Race: | Caucasian |
| Birth: | May 19, 1870 in Washington, District of Columbia, United States |
| Death: | January 16, 1936 in Ossining, New York, United States - Age 65 |
| Cause of Death: | Execution by electrocution in prison |
| Nicknames: | Brooklyn Vampire / Gray Man / Moon Maniac / Werewolf of Wisteria |
| Murder Toll: | 15+ murdered victims |
| Murder Time Frame: | 1910-1934 / Age 40 at first murder, 64 at last murder |
| Murder Locations: | United States - Washington, District of Columbia / Greenburgh, New York / New York, New York |
| Preferred Prey: | Children |
| Modus Operandi: | Beating, strangulation, castration, dismemberment, cannibalism |
| Victim Disposal: | Dismemberment, cannibalism, hid some remains |
| Signature: | --- |
| Trophies: | --- |
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 Francis McDonnell Male - Age 8 Death: July 1924 |
 Billy Gaffney Male - Age 4 Death: February 1927 |
 Grace Budd Female - Age 10 Death: June 1928 |
Benjamin Collings Male - Age ?? Death: 1931 |
 Mary O'Connor Female - Age 15 Death: 1932 |
Charlie Ross Male - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Edward Cudahy Male - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Jimmy Glass Male - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Lloyd Keet Male - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Barbara Wiles Female - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Helen Sterler Female - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Sadie Burroughs Female - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
Yetta Abramowitz Female - Age ?? Death: Unknown |
"Happy is he that taketh thy little ones and dasheth their heads against the stones."
"I have no particular desire to live. I have no particular desire to be killed. It is a matter of indifference to me. I do not think I am altogether right."
"I always had a desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me. I always seemed to enjoy everything that hurt."
"What I did must have been right or an angel would have stopped me, just as an angel stopped Abraham in the Bible."
"I was born May 19, 1870, in Washington, D.C. We lived on B Street, N.E., between Second and Third. My father was Captain Randall Fish, 32nd-degree Mason, and he is buried in the Grand Lodge grounds of the Congressional cemetery. He was a Potomac River boat captain, running from D.C. to Marshall Hall, Virginia. My father dropped dead October 15, 1875, in the old Pennsylvania Station where President Garfield was shot, and I was placed in St. John's Orphanage in Washington. I was there till I was nearly nine, and that's where I got started wrong. We were unmercifully whipped. I saw boys doing many things they should not have done. I sang in the choir from 1880 to 1884 -- soprano, at St. John's. I came to New York. I was a good painter -- interiors or anything. I got an apartment and brought my mother up from Washington. We lived at 76 West 101st Street, and that's where I met my wife. After our six children were born, she left me. She took all the furniture and didn't even leave a mattress for the children to sleep on. I'm still worried about my children, you'd think they'd come to visit their old dad in jail, but they haven't."
"I am Christ!" - What he would shout while standing on a hill with his hands raised, according to his children.
"God still has work for me to do." - Expressing his desire to live, to his attorney.
"Not exactly... I never could understand myself." - When asked if he considered himself insane.
My dear Mrs. Budd,
In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak - chops - or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them - tortured them - to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was Cooked and eaten except the head - bones and guts. He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 st., near - right side. He told me so often how good Human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3 - 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese - strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and Called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick - bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.
- A letter he sent to victim Grace Budd's mother.
"I just had a mania for writing." - When asked why he had written the letter to victim Grace Budd's mother.
"You know, I never could account for it." - When asked what caused him to kill and dismember victim Grace Budd.
"It never entered my head." - When asked if he had raped victim Grace Budd.
"I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there, stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 Street at 2 AM and walked from there home. Next day about 2 PM, I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about eight inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears, nose, slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body, just below the belly button. Then through his legs about two inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head, feet, arms, hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee-wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears, nose, pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee-wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked four onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon, so the meat would be nice and juicy. In about two hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet." - His confession of killing victim Billy Gaffney.
 Deranged The Shocking True Story of America's Most Fiendish Killer! Author: Harold Schechter Pub. Year: 1998 |
 The Cannibal Author: Mel Heimer Pub. Year: 1991 |
 The Gray Man Genre: Movie Director: Scott L. Flynn Release Year: 2007 |
 Albert Fish Genre: Movie Director: John Borowski Release Year: 2007 |
