Paul John Knowles was a nasty piece of work. He met his violent end on December 18, 1974 in the backseat of an unmarked sheriff’s sedan in Georgia as he vainly made his final bid for freedom. He failed spectacularly, taking three bullets to the chest, but not before he had safely secured his coveted spot on the all-time American hit list as one of the most twisted and unpredictable rampage killers of his generation. He never had a chance to display his polish and decorum in the courtroom like a Ted Bundy, nor did he dine out with the savage, flesh eating voracity of a Jeffrey Dahmer. His was a more immediate cruelty, one that favored the close, intimate feel of a nylon stocking as it tightened around a woman’s neck–but still, he was not averse to a swift bullet to the head, or the plunging knife.
Knowles was born on April 17, 1946 and first caught the attention of law enforcement when he was seven years old, charged in juvenile court with stealing a bicycle. After a misspent childhood, he was arrested in May of 1968 for attempted burglary and served three years in a Florida state Continue reading