Shady Puma

This movie shook me to my core. It was thrilling, compelling, and the most horrific story I've ever heard. I remeber tears and quiet fast sobs escaping me as I watched Ted Bundy confess to Elizabeth and at that moment I couldn't breathe. It was utterly terrifying and awful, as Liz pointed out as one of his victims was a child, and the look on Efron's face was enough to make me choke. I shook in front of the screen as the movie finished, in raw horror, shaking, pulling at my hair as tears were streaking down my face. Frantically breathing and skating, and I'd have to say I experienced one of the darkest moments in my life. The women this insane man murdured, with such a lack of humanity made me want to puke. The list of victims appeared on my TV and I read every last one, shaking and crying with such a fear, that my mind couldn't comprehend the insanity of the dark depths of Theodore Robert Bundy's mind. I turned off the TV and stood frozen still, in such shock at the things I had just witnessed and realized, and choked the words "no" over and over in the infolds of my mind. Laying in bed afterwards I looked at myself in the mirror, my young, 13 year old self. I fell to the floor and layed my head in between my knees and screamed, wrapping my arms around myself. This man had brutally, raped, and killed, countless women. Women just like me. The thought drove me what felt like insane, trying to comprehend the blood chilling facts I had heard that night. This movie had took an unexpected turn on me. It was extremely evil, shockingly wicked and vile. And by God, burn Bundy burn.