Albert Fish is a man with many nicknames. Among these nicknames are; The Gray Man, The Werewolf of Wysteria, The Brooklyn Vampire, and The Boogey Man. Although his killings are some of the more gruesome acts of violence I have ever heard in my entire life, thankfully he only had four victims. He was caught in time before he could eat another child. This man is one of the most bizarre criminals to ever grace America….in my opinion. He’s extremely old, he eats children, he writes letters to the parents of these children telling them how tasty they were, and he enjoyed shoving needles into his penis. This horrific creature needed to be put down.
He was born as Hamilton Howard Fish in 1870 in Washington, D.C. His father was 75 years old at the time of his birth. He asked to be called Albert because he got tired of the nickname “Ham and Eggs” that was given to him in an orphanage. His family had a history of mental illness. Everything from visual hallucinations to religious mania. In one of the orphanages, Albert was stripped naked and beaten in front of other boys by their teachers. He actually enjoyed physical pain and would often cause erections. The other orphans would tease him for this. By the age of 12, Albert had his first boyfriend. This boy introduced him to drinking urine and eating poop. EWWW! He would frequent public baths so he could watch other boys bathe.
In 1890, upon arriving in New York City, Albert became a male prostitute and began raping young boys. Albert Fish still married a woman nine years younger and together they had six children. It’s a wonder he could even keep his dick up with this woman. Between 1898 and 1917 he was arrested numerous times and an X-Ray showed he had 29 needles lodged in his pelvic region. He also hit himself with a nail-studded paddle. Official X-Ray is below….
His first two victims were Thomas Bedden and an unknown mentally challenged boy. Many of his intended victims would be mentally challenged or black because he thought they would not be missing. On July 11, 1924, he came across eight year old Beatrice Kiel playing at her parents farm. He offered her money to look for rhubarb in the fields. She was going to leave with Albert until her mother chased him away. Thank goodness for that. By the time Albert was 55, he started to hallucinate and thought that God was commanding him to torture and castrate little boys. His doctors told him he suffered from a religious psychosis. Something I actually know a lot about. It’s a pretty scary ordeal to be going through and should of been treated carefully.
Perhaps the most disturbing of all his murders is the murder of Grace Budd. Albert was suppose to do work for the Budd family after meeting them but never showed up. He then sent in a telegram apologizing and set a later date. When he returned he convinced the parents to let Grace go with him to his nieces birthday party. She left with Albert and never returned. Six years later an anonymous letter was sent to the girl’s mother. This is what led police to old crazy Albert. Grace’s mother was illiterate and could not read the letter so she had her son read it to her. I can’t even imagine the horror of reading this letter. Below is the official letter by Albert Fish. It has not been altered and it’s complete with his misspellings and grammatical errors:
“Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1–3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl’s behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.”
Had I been the mother of Grace Budd, I would of been institutionalized. After Albert was captured, it was revealed he also killed a four year old named Billy Gaffney. Friends of his told authorities that ‘the boogeyman took him.’ After seeing Albert Fish in the newspaper they felt they had found their man. His body was never discovered. The mother of Billy Gaffney visited Albert in Sing Sing to try to get more details about her son’s death. This is what Albert confessed to the poor woman….
“I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.”
Albert Fish pleaded insanity. One of his daughters testified that he use to make her and her sister play a ‘game’ in which consisted of child molestation. The jury found him to be sane and guilty. The death sentenced was ordered by the judge. After his sentence he confessed to killing 8 year old Francis X. McDonnell. This monster was finally executed on January 16, 1936 in the electric chair at Sing Sing. He was recorded to have said the electrocution would be the supreme thrill of his life and just before the switch was flipped he said, “I don’t know why I am here.” It took two jolts before he died because of all the needles in his body. Some say this is untrue but who knows.
Below is a picture of the house and the spot where Grace Budd’s skull was found…
Below are some newspaper clippings….
And here is a tattoo of this monster. Honestly, I am disgusted that someone would have this tattoo on them.