The greatest black butcher in history | He terrorized the United States of America for more than 30 years

On June 13, 2002, a Black man walked into a police station in the state of Florida. From his appearance, it was clear he was not just any ordinary person. He looked exhausted, regretful, and said in a pained, sorrowful voice:

"I'm the Black serial killer. I've come to turn myself in. I'm tired, and my conscience is tormenting me."

Strangely, the police officers in the station didn't take him seriously. They laughed at him and treated him with sarcasm. After a short and superficial interview, they told him:

"Go home. We’ll contact you later to hand your case over to the federal investigators."

He left the station shocked, unable to believe how someone confessing to murder could be treated so casually. Days passed, and no one contacted him. So he returned to the police station again and said:

"Why hasn’t anyone reached out to me? My conscience is killing me. I murdered innocent people."

Once again, the police mocked him and said:

"Every day, two or three people come in here claiming to be the Black serial killer, saying they feel guilty. Get out of here."

You might think this story is exaggerated or even fictional, but what follows will prove to you that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. This is the story of the most dangerous and notorious serial killer in U.S. history—a man who set out to become the greatest serial murderer ever. And he had everything he needed to achieve that horrifying goal.

His first known crime was committed in 1982, when police found the body of a young Black woman on the highway leading to the city of Pascagoula, Mississippi. She had multiple stab wounds to the neck, and her body was covered in bruises, indicating severe violence before her death. Her identity was confirmed as 22-year-old Melinda Rose LaPree.

According to the police report, the victim had been unable to find "respectable" work due to the color of her skin. This statement alone shows the extent of racism that was still deeply rooted in the system, despite laws claiming equality. Several suspects were arrested, but none were charged, and the case was closed as "unsolved."

Just two months later, another woman—Patricia Ann Mount—was found murdered in the exact same manner: stab wounds to the neck and signs of brutal beating. Again, several people were arrested, including the killer himself, but he walked free for lack of evidence.

In another case, he was arrested for the attempted murder of a woman named Lori Barros, also Black. But once more, he was released after convincing the court of his innocence. This scenario repeated itself over 14 times. Each time, he managed to walk away due to his cunning and careful planning—or due to poor investigations and systemic racism.

He always had an alibi. He would provide phone records, receipts, or even surveillance footage proving he was in another city when the murder occurred. Until 2012, forensic DNA analysis wasn’t advanced enough to link his crimes together.

But on November 5, 2012, he was arrested for possessing a large quantity of drugs. At the time, he was working as a supervisor in a homeless shelter. When his DNA was tested, it matched dozens of cold cases. The evidence was undeniable—yet he continued to deny everything.

He refused to confess until 2020, when intense interrogation finally broke his silence. He admitted to murdering at least 93 women, most of whom were from marginalized groups: Black women, immigrants, homeless women, and others who had no identification or family searching for them.

What was even more chilling was his vivid memory. He could recall each victim’s face with incredible accuracy and sketched portraits that matched actual photos of the victims—even decades after the crimes had occurred. In fact, he revealed details of murders the police hadn’t even discovered yet.

In his journals, he confessed that he once dreamed of being a famous boxer. When that didn’t work out, he decided to make history another way—through murder. He said he felt a thrill when blood splashed on his face, because it reminded him of his mother, whom he hated and blamed for all his pain.

He carefully selected his victims—refugees, the homeless, sex workers, undocumented immigrants. Sometimes, he would sit near the border watching migrants from afar, then kill them either with a weapon or by running them over with his car.

He was a master manipulator of the legal system. He would even ask a friend who looked like him to appear in another city during the time of the murder, using a credit card or surveillance camera to establish a fake alibi.

At the end of his life, he handed over his journal to investigators and confessed everything. He asked them:

"Did I earn the title?"

One of the detectives replied:

"Yes. The newspapers have declared you the most dangerous serial killer in U.S. history."

Samuel Little died on December 30, 2020, leaving behind a legacy of horror and the confirmed title of the most prolific serial killer in American history.