David Berkowitz💀☠️💀☠️💀

Описание: Imagine New York City in the mid-1970s. The city is gritty, it’s broke, and a sense of unease hangs in the air. Now, imagine a shadow moving through that city, a figure who would turn that unease into outright terror. This is the story of the .44 Caliber Killer, the man who called himself… the Son of Sam.



Our story starts on a hot summer night in July 1976. In the Bronx, two young women, Donna Lauria and Jody Valenti, are sitting in a car, just chatting after a night out. Suddenly, a man walks up, pulls out a massive .44 Bulldog revolver, and opens fire without a single word. Donna is killed instantly. Jody is injured but survives. The police are baffled. It seems completely random, motiveless.

Over the next year, the attacks continue, always following a similar, chilling pattern. Young couples, usually sitting in parked cars late at night. The killer strikes in the Bronx, then Queens, then Brooklyn, moving like a phantom across the boroughs. He seems to favor young women with long, dark hair. Fear grips the city. Women start cutting their hair short, dyeing it blonde. Nightclubs empty out. The streets of New York, usually so full of life, become quiet and watchful after dark. The press has a field day, dubbing the mysterious shooter the ".44 Caliber Killer."

Then, in April 1977, the killer does something that elevates him from a mere murderer to a media sensation. He leaves a letter. Near the bodies of two victims, police find a handwritten note addressed to NYPD Captain Joseph Borrelli. It's a rambling, taunting mess. And it's signed, for the first time, "Son of Sam."



The letter is bizarre. The writer claims he’s a "monster," a "behemoth." He talks about a father named Sam who keeps him locked in an attic and needs blood to quench his thirst. He writes, "I am the 'Son of Sam'." He even taunts the police, saying, "I'll be back. I'll be back." The city is absolutely horrified, but also… fascinated. Who is this Son of Sam?

The police launch one of the biggest manhunts in New York City history. They follow thousands of leads, but they all go cold. The killer seems invisible. He even writes directly to a newspaper columnist, Jimmy Breslin, promising more chaos. New York feels like it's being held hostage by a madman.


The break in the case comes from the most mundane thing imaginable: a parking ticket.

On the night of his final attack in July 1977, a woman walking her dog near the crime scene noticed a car parked illegally by a fire hydrant. She also saw a man get in it and drive away just after the shots were fired. She reported it, and a few days later, a detective, sorting through piles of paperwork, finds the ticket issued to that car. The car is a yellow Ford Galaxie. And it's registered to a 24-year-old postal worker living in Yonkers. His name is David Berkowitz

Detectives go to his apartment building. They see the car. They wait. When Berkowitz comes out and gets into his car, they surround him. Detective John Falotico walks up to the driver's side window, gun drawn. He looks at the man inside and says, "Now that I've got you, who have I got?"

And the man, with a strange, almost serene smile on his face, replies, "You know who I am. I'm Sam."

The reign of terror was over. The search for the monster had ended with a quiet, chubby postal worker. Inside his car, they found the .44 Bulldog revolver.

But the story gets weirder. During his interrogation, Berkowitz spun a truly insane tale. He claimed that "Sam" was his neighbor, Sam Carr. And that Carr's dog, a black Labrador named Harvey, was actually possessed by an ancient demon. He said this demon dog would bark commands at him, ordering him to go out and kill. It was a story so wild, it seemed like a clear-cut case of paranoid schizophrenia.



Berkowitz was sentenced to 365 years in prison. For a while, that was the end of the story. The demon dog story became infamous. But then, years later, Berkowitz changed his tune. He admitted the whole thing about the dog was a lie, a desperate attempt to be found legally insane.

He then claimed he wasn't a lone killer at all, but was actually part of a satanic cult that planned and carried out the murders with him. It was a twist that re-ignited conspiracy theories, though police have always maintained he acted alone. To this day, we don't know the full truth. Was he a lone, deranged killer seeking fame? A member of a sinister cult? Or something else entirely?

The one thing we know for sure is that for one terrifying year, David Berkowitz held an entire city in the palm of his hand, a chilling reminder that sometimes, the most terrifying monsters look just like ordinary people.