By Sheila Johnson
On January 23, 2000, already battered by means of an ice hurricane, the agricultural Alabama inn city of Mentone was once approximately to be struck by way of an excellent extra terrifying freak disaster. Hurtling down the road in a Lincoln city automobile was once Hayward Bissell, a 400-pound madman on a homicide rampage. Ramming the pickup truck of Don and Rhea Pirch, Bissell lured Don Pirch directly to the line, operating him down along with his car.
Bissell subsequent precise the house of James and Sue Pumphrey. After stabbing James Pumphrey within the belly, Bissell used to be thwarted via family members canines, who gave their lives to guard their vendors. Their sacrifice got Pumphrey sufficient time to get a gun and scare off Bissell--who didn't be aware of the weapon used to be truly inoperable.
When Bissell used to be eventually stopped, police came across that he wasn't by myself. Occupying the passenger seat beside him was once the mutilated, in part dismembered physique of his pregnant female friend, Patricia Ann Booher.
In February 2002, Bissell pled "guilty yet insane" and used to be despatched to felony for all times. was once he quite loopy? Or used to be he loopy like a fox, turning it off and on to attempt to overcome a dying sentence for Booher's homicide. . .
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