Murdered, Dismembered, Skinned and Eaten


Katherine [Mary Knight] was by all accounts a pleasant girl who experienced uncontrollably murderous rages in response to minor upsets.

On leaving school at 15, without having learned to read or write, she gained employment as a cutter in a clothing factory. Twelve months later she left to start what she referred to as her “dream job”, cutting up offal at the local abattoir from where she was quickly promoted to boning and given her own set of butcher knives. At home she hung the knives over her bed so that they “would always be handy if I needed them.”

Well, that’s not ominous at all. But what is the worst that could happen?

On [her] wedding night she tried to strangle [husband David Kellett]. Knight explained it was because he fell asleep after only having intercourse three times.

Kellett eventually ditched Knight, at which point Knight left her two month old baby on the rail line. The baby was rescued, and Knight was taken – not for the first time – to a psychiatric hospital. Not that she stayed there.

For about a decade she kept more or less out of trouble until 1986 when she met David Saunders, who moved in with her. Not a year later, Knight cut the throat of his two-month-old dingo pup in front of him – just to demonstrate what she would do if he ever had an affair on her. Then (like you apparently do if you are a psychopath) she knocked him unconscious with a frying pan. Just ’cause.

After stabbing Saunders with a pair of scissors in the stomach and putting out a restraining order against him, Saunders apparently decided maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

Two men later was John “Pricey” Price. After about five back-and-forth years of more or less of the same, Price told his co-workers that if he did not come to work the next day it would be because Knight had killed him.

Price went home and fell asleep, whereupon Knight arrived, woke him. They had sex; he fell asleep.

At 6am the next morning the neighbor became concerned that Price’s car was still in the driveway and when Price did not arrive at work, his employer sent a worker to see what was wrong.

Breaking down the back door police found his body with Knight comatose from taking a large number of pills. She had stabbed Price with a butcher’s knife while he was sleeping.

But nothing in Knight’s world could end with a simple stabbing. Nope.

  • After having sex, stabbed 37 times.
  • Attempted to flee, dragged back inside and stabbed another 36 times.
  • Skinned.
  • Skin hung from a meat hook on the architrave of one of the doors.
  • Decapitated.
  • Head found in a pot with vegetables.
  • Body was positioned with the left arm draped over a 1.25 liter soft drink bottle with the legs crossed.

But Knight wasn’t done.

Parts of his body were then cooked and served up with baked potato, pumpkin, zucchini, cabbage, yellow squash and gravy at the dinner table along with notes beside each plate, each bearing the name of one of Price’s children on it.

Later investigation indicated that despite her protestations of amnesia, she had carefully placed a butcher’s knife in the bedroom, arranged for the correct sized pots for his head, and sharpened her knives in preparation for the big event.

Via Murderpedia.

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About Heretic

I design video games for a living, write fiction, political theory and poetry for personal amusement, and train regularly in Western European 16th century swordwork. On frequent occasion I have been known to hunt for and explore abandoned graveyards, train tunnels and other interesting places wherever I may find them, but there is absolutely no truth to the rumor that I am preparing to set off a zombie apocalypse. Nothing that will stand up in court, at least. I use paranthesis with distressing frequency, have a deep passion for history, anthropology and sociological theory, and really, really, really hate mayonnaise. But I wash my hands after the writing. Promise.

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