During the 1960's, while most of us were revelling in the wonder of the greatest popular music of all time, while we were sitting together in the back seats of cinemas with people we liked, and looking on while the world changed in front of our eyes, some sick individuals were only interested in the killing of their fellow man. This is a book about some of them, men and women, who caused pain and suffering regardless of all the happiness spreading around them. This was a time of Beatles and Stones, of Beachboys and The Doors, of hippies, free love and fun, but to the serial killers, people were only there to be murdered, nothing else.