The 5 Most Evil Ways Anyone Ever Got Rich

Murrell continued to eviscerate his way through the South's slave population on a wagon of false hope until he was finally turned over to the authorities and punished for his crimes. Unfortunately, this being the antebellum South, his crimes amounted to nothing more than "property theft."

That's right; the powers-that-be were far more concerned with Murrell committing grand larceny than they were with how he had coldly murdered and disemboweled several human beings. As such, he was charged with "Negro stealing" (again, the 1800s) and sentenced to ten years in the slammer. Once he got out, he spent the rest of his days eking out a meager living as a blacksmith. Good to know he could put that little bump in the road behind him.

Having long ago figured out that being a landlady wasn't bringing in those fat paychecks, Puente began fatally drugging her tenants and burying their remains around her property, leaving her free to rob them of their Social Security checks. Of course, she was too old to do all that corpse-burying herself, so she hired a local homeless man, affectionately known around the area as "Chief," to dig some holes for her around the property.

Chief, an overly trusting alcoholic, happily went about the task for her, not knowing those holes would soon contain the home's residents ... and himself, once Puente decided that Chief knew too much. Which we assume happened right after he finished digging all of those holes.

Social workers eventually decided to look into the sudden, inexplicable disappearance of one of Puente's residents, and discovered that her boarding house was a hot spot of vanishing transients -- sort of like a landlocked Bermuda Triangle which only swallowed boats that were on some kind of probation. The police soon got involved, and after they found seven goddamned bodies buried around her property like dead hamsters, Puente was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Her "Death House" went on to become a local tourist attraction.

John Joel Glanton was a mercenary who bounced around various Texas militias in the years before the Civil War. He was a quick hire, thanks to his obvious talent for murdering people, but each group would ultimately kick him out thanks to his talent for murdering the wrong people. As in, innocent civilians and his fellow infantrymen.

He eventually landed in Mexico, where the government had been having trouble with some renegade Apaches raiding settlements, and was offering a standing bounty for Apache scalps. Glanton recognized this as the opportunity of a lifetime, and promptly set about the task of killing his fellow human beings and collecting their head flesh as trophies.

There was, however, one drawback to this little plan: Apache warriors were fucking hardcore. Rather than fight a bunch of pissed-off, dangerously formidable career soldiers, Glanton and his gang came up with Plan B, whereby they'd simply scalp peaceful members of local Indian tribes, as well as random Mexican civilians, and turn those over to receive the bounty. And since all bloody clumps of hair and skin look basically the same, the Mexican authorities fell for the grisly scheme, paying Glanton $200 per each fraudulent scalp.

After a while, people began to notice that, though Glanton had delivered enough scalps to make a Chewbacca costume, no dent had been made in the ranks of Apache warriors attacking their villages. A bounty was put on Glanton's head, which nobody ever managed to collect, because soon after that he was killed and scalped by Karma disguised as a bunch of angry Yuma Indians.

Unlike less enterprising death squad leaders, Cambronne realized that dumping the bodies of his victims in some mass grave was throwing good money away. As such, he began selling the remains of the people he killed as medical cadavers to overseas schools, including some in the United States. Apparently, the demand for fresh corpses back then was so high that Cambronne literally couldn't make enough of them, so he also resorted to stealing bodies from funeral homes, with mourners often turning up to find their deceased loved ones suspiciously absent.

But Luckner found a market for more than dead bodies. Blood was also in high demand in Western blood banks, and Cambronne was more than happy to raid his own country's supply, or to go out and find a "volunteer" to make a "donation" under "threat of painful death." Unsurprisingly, Cambronne didn't pay much attention to health and safety procedures associated with blood transfers, and it's now believed that his hematological hijinks significantly contributed to the AIDS epidemic.

Cambronne's days of blood-snatching were numbered, however. Once his boss Duvalier kicked the bucket, he was forced to flee the country. He eventually ended up in Florida, where he died peacefully of natural causes in 2006, because the world is rarely a just and fair-minded place.

The women the Gonzalez sisters had in their employ had all been abducted, and were kept in line with severe beatings, as well as regular doses of drug cocktails to make them easier to control. Whenever a girl lost her looks (which is bound to happen after years of chemical dependency and torture), she was murdered and buried somewhere on the property. Girls who had the audacity to get sick were also killed off, because medicine is expensive and kidnapping new victims is totally free.

But the working girls weren't the only victims of the Sinister Sisters. Any babies unfortunate enough to be conceived in this dungeon were quickly disposed of by way of immobilizing the mother and viciously beating her until she miscarried. Go ahead and take a minute to look back up at that bunny.

As the investigation progressed, police uncovered the remains of over 90 people (men, women, and infants) buried around the property, which earned the sisters 40 years in prison (the maximum that Mexican law allowed). But although Delfina died whilst serving time, her sister went on to complete her sentence, and was eventually released. Which means that, at this moment, she could be anywhere. Even right outside your window.

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But hey, at least these people were making a living. Nikolai Dzhumagaliev ate people for free, and is actually walking around a free man today. See what other serial killers you might bump into in 5 Horrific Serial Killers (Who Are Free Right Now). Or check out 6 Real Serial Killers More Terrifying Than Any Horror Movie, and don't ever trust anyone's cooking but your own ever again.

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