Robert Maudsley, Serial Killer A Collection of True Crime

"Why can't I have a budgie instead of the spiders and cockroaches I already have in here? I promise to look after it and not eat it…." 

The coldly uttered words rang out from the haunting shape of a scraggily middle-aged man, who sat behind the steel doors of a solitary confinement unit in the maximum-security wing of Wakefield Prison in the United Kingdom. This was no ordinary man who had made an error turn in his life. This was not some usual prisoner who had become unruly during a canteen break and had received some sort of citing offence. 

No. This was not that man. This was someone who had the ability to evoke the deepest dread in every living person outside of that steel door. He was there because even the prison guards feared him; even the boogey man would hide from such an evil. 

Robert John Maudsley had been in there for years with no proper human contact of any kind. And why should he have? After all, if he ever managed to physically get hold of you, he would probably be eating out your brains from your lifeless body right now. 

Let me introduce you to the many sinister and depraved layers of Robert John Maudsley, one of modern society's most notorious and sadistic serial killers to date.