The Stranger Beside Me

Theodore Robert Cowell or as many people would refer to him as Ted Bundy, was a notorious serial killer and rapist who was born on November 24th 1946 and was executed by an electric chair on January 24th 1989. Ted 's ' mother Eleanor Louise Cowell gave birth to him in Burlington, Vermont. When Ted was born, Eleanor left Ted for three months and returned to Philadelphia. Later, Teds ' grandparents pretended to adopt Ted and said that Eleanor was his sister. Many people believed that Bundy was a child from incest and that his grandfather Sam Cowell was his biological father. Ted changed his last name to Bundy when his mother Eleanor married Johnnie Bundy in 1951. (clarkprosecutor.org) Many of his childhood friends remember that Ted was an intelligent, happy and popular student. Prosecuting attorney Jeremy Mull stated Bundy said "I don 't know what made things tick. I don 't know what made other people attracted to one another, I didn 't know what underlay social interactions.” During Bundy’s high school years, he would go to libraries and look for detective magazines and books on crime and would only search for pictures of the deceased and content that described sexual violence. (clarkprosecutor.org) Ted received a scholarship by the University of Puget Sound, where he studied psychology and oriental studies, after two semesters he transferred to Seattle’s University of Washington. As part of his course in psychology, he would work as a night-shift volunteer at…

The Stranger beside Me: “The Stranger beside Me” is a biographical crime book based on a real story and is written by Ann Rule. This book is all about the notorious serial killer Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy was well known to Rule as she was quite close to him in several series of murders he committed. The reason for choosing this book is that it provides detailed explanation about how and when was the wrongdoings were committed against the law. It describes how the serial killer, Ted Bundy, executed…

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