The Witch That Killed Christopher Case

Dating in this world is already stressful and dangerous as is, especially with tinder. Tinder is basically a “I’m here and alone, come kill me” app for murderers, and according to this case I am going to talk about today, we have one more thing to worry about. Usually we only have to worry about STIs and will he/she like me, and also the possibility of your date possibly being a serial killer contemplating/plotting your murder as they eat. The case I'm going to talk to you about today shows there is another threat we must worry about, one that is rare but have been around for centuries.

This is a story about Christopher Case and his wicked experience with a witchcraft.

On April 17th, 1991 a friend of Christopher Case called the police in Seattle because they were concerned about their friend's safety. After investigating Case’s apartment, they found Case kneeling with his head leaning against the wall dead in a bathtub. There was no evidence that pointed to foul play. The coroner determined it was likely caused by acute myocarditis, but after close inspection, they weren't so sure this was just simple heart failure. Case’s apartment was covered in crucifixes, candles, and lines of salt. 

What makes this case interesting is what Case’s friends said he had been talking about before his death. On April 11th, 1991, Case travelled to San Francisco on a business trip. During that time he met a woman who had the same interest in music. They both enjoyed ancient music, which was a little odd. Everything was going smoothly between Case and the woman; they were having dinner together. At some point in the night she made advances towards Case and he politely declined. The woman didn't take the rejection very well. She responded by telling Case she was a witch and she was going to curse him. She said, “You will be sorry, and most likely dead within a week.” Case was not bothered by her threats and just went home. 

On April 14th, Case told his friends he was worried that the curse might be real. Case was experiencing weird events in his apartment – he was hearing whispers, seeing shadows moving from the corner of his eye and, weirdest of all, he said he was woken up from the feeling of someone's hands wrapped around his throat squeezing as hard as they could. Case also reported the witch was attacking him in his sleep and he was waking up with blood on his hands.

That same day, Case went to a bookstore to get some advice from someone a little more experienced with witchcraft. 

Two days later, Case revisited the man and told him the witch had been attacking him all night and that he woke up with cuts on his fingers and blood on his sheets. 

On the 17th, he called his friends saying he will probably die tonight, and the next day he was found dead in his apartment… with crucifixes around the whole apartment, candles everywhere, lines of salt all over the floor and church music playing. 

Is witchcraft real, or is Christopher Case just a man who had a mental breakdown? Do you believe this was murder or just the imaginings of a mad man?     

Sources: Podcast Type 3 TV, May 3rd, 2019.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sZukWvsKts      

 

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Country Roads, Take Me Home

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photo courtesy of Pexels

Public transportation is a nightmare. This is something everyone has either heard or said at least once in their life. Whether you’re travelling across the city or across the country, you’ll inevitably be met with sticky floors, stained seats and an acrid smell you can’t seem to place nor get rid of. The only way we make this commute bearable is by putting on our headphones, closing our eye, and pretending we’re anywhere else until we reach our stop. 

It’s likely that 22-year-old Tim McLean was thinking the same thing as he settled in for his long ride home to Winnipeg in July of 2008. McLean, a carnival worker, had left Edmonton around noon on a Greyhound bus after working a fair, and spent several hours sitting peacefully alone at the back of the bus until, after a scheduled rest stop, someone decided to sit next to him. There was nothing unusual about this new passenger: he was tall, likely in his mid-forties, the only unusual thing about him being his decision to move from his seat near the front of the bus to the seat beside McLean. McLean didn’t seem to mind, however, and did exactly what any of us would do: put his headphones on and leaned against the window, quickly falling asleep.

In another universe, the man sitting next to McLean might have introduced himself. They might have talked, and McLean might have learned that this man, Vince Li, was heading to Winnipeg for a job interview after losing his job at Wal-mart. Li might have told McLean about his wife, Anna, or his former job as a computer software engineer in Beijing. In this universe, McLean awoke several minutes later to Li stabbing him in the neck. 

Tim Mclean’s memorial. (karen pauls, cbc news)

Tim Mclean’s memorial. (karen pauls, cbc news)

The events that followed were nothing short of horrific: as the driver frantically pulled the bus over, Li proceeded to stab McLean multiple times in the neck and chest, before beheading him completely, severing other body parts, and even beginning to eat McLean’s flesh, eyes and a part of his heart. RCMP officers arrived at the scene at 9 pm, a stand-off between them and Li ensuing until he tried to escape through a window around 1:30 am, and was then quickly apprehended. 

Li, who was later diagnosed as schizophrenic, believed that God was speaking to him: it was God that told him to sit next to McLean, saying that McLean was a “force of evil” who intended to kill him. Dr. Stanley Yaren, Li’s psychiatrist, explained that Li’s continued mutilation of the body was an effort to keep McLean from coming back to life, which, in his state of psychosis, he believed was still possible. While he pleaded insanity, it was clear that Li felt the weight of what he had done, saying this at his trial: "I'm sorry. I'm guilty. Please kill me."

At this point, you’re probably thinking that someone who committed such a vile act would be confined to a psych ward for life, right? Wrong. Li, who now goes by Will Baker, was granted an “absolute discharge” in February of 2017, and is presumably living a fairly normal life in Winnipeg thanks to many years of therapy and medication. Vince Li is no longer a threat to society: but how many others are out there just like him? We may never truly know how many people live on the brink of psychosis, but at least Li’s story has taught us one thing: never fall asleep on the bus.


Sources:
Abedi, M. (2017, February 10). Freedom Granted To Man Who Beheaded Greyhound Bus Passenger. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2017/02/10/will-baker-greyhound-bus_n_14682796.html?utm_hp_ref=ca-vince-li.
McIntyre, M. (2009, March 6). "I saw the entire attack, heard the screams ...". Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://web.archive.org/web/20090315135511/http://www.edmontonjournal.com/Health/Beheader+criminally+responsible/1356476/story.html.
Puxley, C. (2009, March 3). Man pleads not guilty in bus beheading. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2009/03/03/man_pleads_not_guilty_in_bus_beheading.html.


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Kira Frazer

The 30 rats in a trench coat that form the entity known as Kira Frazer emerged from the sewers on Halloween of ‘97, and have been wreaking havoc upon humanity ever since. She hopes to be the first rat-formed-entity to get a college diploma.

He Bit My Head Off, I Cut Off His

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     Angelina watched as her husband marched up the stairs. After having yet another row with him about work and money, he finally went to bed. She would follow along shortly. A minute later she quietly crept up the stairs to their room. Seeing her husband’s sleeping form curled up in bed. She walked up to his side and, with one swift motion, she severed his head with an axe. Angelina returns the axe to the woodshed, and for the next hour cuddles with her youngest. In the little Sault Ste. Marie row house, Angelina called her neighbour, she said to them “I just a killed a pig.”

It was the year 1911, a time when the average household wife was not a stranger to domestic abuse. Angelina Napolitano was no exception.

At the age of 16 Angelina married her husband Pietro Napolitano in Naples, Italy. After he packed them up and moved to America. They settled in New York for the next seven years before travelling north with four children to Sault Ste. Marie. They landed a year later in their final home in the Soo’s west end, Little Italy.

Angelina’s husband made a living working at the Algoma Steel plant, but even with securing this full-time job wasn’t enough for Pietro to support his family. This was hard on Pietro, so he began to drink. And when he drank, he got nasty. This is when Angelina became his target. Pietro wanted his wife to sell herself on the streets for more money. As time went on Pietro’s beatings got worse every time Angelina refused to comply.

In November of 1910 Pietro disappeared. Angelina thought her husband was gone for good, and so she took in a boarder, a man whom she started an affair with right away. This didn’t last for long as a couple weeks later Pietro showed up and chased the boarder away. Furious, Angelina told Pietro she didn’t want to have him for a husband anymore. Pietro didn’t take his well, he then proceeded to stab her with his pocketknife nine times in her chest, arms, shoulders, and her face. For the next three weeks Angelina stayed in a hospital when her husband was arrested for attempt to ‘maim.’ He pleaded guilty. The judge who took the case sympathized with him. The judge believed that Mr. Napolitano’s actions were triggered by his wife’s aliased affair. So, in the interest of the family, he let Mr. Napolitano off easy with a short sentence, deeming it best that he be out of jail to support his family.

In his last remaining months Pietro tormented his wife and demanded she sell her body; sending clients over to his house while he was at work, but Angelina refused to let them in.

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It was Easter morning, after Pietro’s night shift, and right away they got into it; Pietro demanded his wife prostitute herself or he would throw her out of the house, then kill her for abandoning their family. She wasn’t ready to meet the end by her husband’s hands, so she decided she would have to end him first. After she sliced her husband’s head off, Angelina placed the axe back in the woodshed without feeling an ounce of regret, only relief.

In May of 1911, at seven months pregnant, Angelina stood before an all-male jury and pleaded guilty. The judge assigned to her case, Judge Bryon Britton, wanted nothing more than to watch her swing. He silenced Angelina’s lawyer and convinced the jury that she was in no imminent danger with her husband fast asleep in his bed. The final nail in her coffin was when the Judge promised that they wouldn’t hang Angelina until after she gave birth. “The legal principle of “immediate threat” would be a key issue in the 1990 court case, R. v. Lavallee, that ultimately established battered wife syndrome as a defense in Canada: It meant women who fought back and killed their abusers could be acquitted of the crime.” (Fifteen Canadian stories, pg. 25) Even though the jury recommended lenience, the Judge was adamant that Angelina be hanged by the neck until she was dead.

 

Sources:

Duffy, A. (2019, April 10). Fifteen Canadian stories: A murder trial like no other. Retrieved September 30, 2019, from https://ottawacitizen.com/news/local-news/fifteen-canadian-stories-a-murder-trial-like-no-other.


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As a person who loves the arts, Kitty Snapp especially loves the art of writing horror. Being able to make people jump with just the written word, is a truly great writer. That's what she aspire to be.

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