itting quietly for long periods, hardly stirring, his face oddly motionless. By the time Jeff was in the first grade a strange fear had begun to creep into his personality, a dread of others that was combined with the lack of self-confidence. The prospect of going to school frightened him. The little boy whod once seemed so happy and self-assured had been replaced by a different person, now deeply shy, distant, nearly uncommunicative. Things didnt get better with time, according to his father. His posture and the general way in which he carried himself, changed radically between his tenth and fifteenth years. He had a strangely rigid and inflexible figure. He looked tense and grew increasingly shy and when approached by other people, he would become very tense. He remained alone at home more and more and gave the impression of someone who could do nothing but mope around, purposeless and disengaged.It was brought out that fifteen Jeff would ride around with plastic garbage bags and collect the remains of animals for his own private cemetery. He would strip the flesh from the bodies of these road kills and even mount a dogs head on a stake. He had a fascination with dead creatures.He was drifting into a nightmare world of unimaginable fantasies. In coming years those fantasies would begin to overwhelm him. The dead in their stillness would become the primary objects of his growing sexual desire. His inability to speak about such strange and unsetting notions would sever his connections to the world outside himself. One would expect that a person harboring the fantasies of death and dismemberment that swirled around in Jeffs head as a teenager would show some outer signs of mental illness. But Jeff just became more isolated and uncommunicative. Dr. James Fox, dean of the College of Criminal Justice at Northeastern University in Boston and recognized expert on serial killers claims, "there was nothing we could do to predict ...
