Milwaukee Cannibal
The distraught black man ran towards the police patrol car, handcuffs dangling from his left wrist. He had just escaped from a blond, good-looking man who had subjected him to a four-hour ordeal. Jeffrey Dahmer’s killing spree was coming to an end.
It had started a dozen years before. On a warm summer afternoon, 18 June 1978, 19-year-old Steven Hicks was hitch-hiking home from a rock concert near Cleveland, Ohio. On Cleveland-Massillon Road near Bath Township, he was picked up by a young, blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man’s name was Jeffrey. He suggested they drive to his parents’ home and drink some beer. Hicks agreed. At the house, they drank, listened to music and talked, until Steven said it was time for him to go. Jeffrey wanted him to stay, but Steve insisted. His host won the argument by picking up a barbell and smashing it down onto Steve’s head. As he lay crumpled on the floor, Jeffrey Dahmer strangled him with the bar of the barbell. His guest wasn’t leaving.
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