Dennis Rabbitt
Dennis Rabbitt
G C C F
P O Box 520
Santa Rosa, NM 88435-0520 USA
The South Side Rapist”,
Raped possibly 100 women
“I’d be walking down the street, and a door or window would be open and it would just draw me,” Rabbitt says. “It was … erotic.” The victims’ identity didn’t matter: “They were part of me anyway. I may have been in their houses 15 or 20 times, just looking around.”
Police for years were puzzled by a series of rapes dating to the learly1970s and through the 1990s that began on the south side of St. Louis and spread to neighboring counties in both Missouri and Illinois. Many of the crimes happened in well-to-do neighborhoods. Rabbitt is estimated to have raped more than 100 women across Missouri and Illinois and, at the end, in New Mexico. The victims’ ages (14 to 82), traits and appearance were irrelevant–he says he thought them all beautiful and performed oral sex to bring them pleasure. On a few occasions he turned explosively violent; most of the time he menaced the women into submission and then acted like a rough, awkward but eager suitor. He boasts, face flushed, about what he took to be orgasms, dismissing any suggestion that fear might make a woman tremble and breathe hard.
The one constant was the rapist’s method of attack — climbing through an unlocked door or window after the woman had gone to bed.
An attempted burglary in Jefferson County led a detective to Rabbitt in July 1997. Rabbitt gave a DNA sample and then fled the area before it could be analyzed.
A nationwide manhunt ensued, and Rabbitt was arrested on Feb. 28, 1999, in Albuquerque, N.M.
Rabbitt confessed to raping at least 100 women since his late teens, though charges centered on rapes of a 10-year period that began in 1988. He pleaded guilty to about 50 felony counts in Missouri and also pleaded guilty to rapes in the Metro East area of Illinois.
Rabbitt blamed his actions on a medieval demon he said had taken possession of him from time to time
HI, my name is Dennis Rabbitt, 50 years young. I am a lifer doing my time in New Mexico. I am paying the price for living a sinful life. I am not the same person that committed my crimes. I think totally different today then I did back then. I would like to take credit for the change in me but I have to give that credit to the Lord. I am a born again Christian living in a peace that can only come from the Lord that the world can not explain.
His pen pal request
The reason I am taking out an ad is to meet new people. I enjoy meeting new people and getting to know them over time, someday being able to call them friends. Men or women, I will be an honest and loyal man to whoever writes to me and I don’t discriminate against anyone fro any reason.
Interests are, hobby crafts, sports, animals, I bead making earrings, necklaces, pouches, dream of earning college degree someday. Am attending horticulture classes. Like to learn anything open to anything you want to talk about. Look forward to hearing from you and talking to you some more.
Dennis Rabbitt # 63610
G C C F
P O Box 520
Santa Rosa, NM 88435-0520 USA
Dear Dennis,
I am glad that you have found a new way of thinking and have made amends in your life. I would like to ask if you ever pray for the mentally stability for all of those lives you have ruined? My friend and lover was one of your last victims. I can guarantee that tears fall from her eyes everyday stuck in her own world of major insecurity and self doubt. Her family, friends, and I try to build her up everyday….but there is that mark she cannot get behind. It is terrible. Just to be fair i will stop at this point. Everyone knows the score and am really hoping that your God makes things better for everyone.
My saga begins late in 1992, I believe, although it could have been 1993, it’s all a little of a blur right now. I awoke early to a new, light snow and in letting the dog out, discovered footprints all around my house, particularly at the windows. I stormed in and woke up my 14 year old, insisting that she had sneaked out during the night, leaving the prints. My husband had recently been removed from the home for abusing the children and she was often found acting out. Yet she insisted that she had been in all night. I phoned the police, but was told that, with the snowy weather, they had many more pressing issues than footprints around my house in Arnold.
There were several more instances that winter when the girls would have friends spend the night and I would awaken late to girls screaming that someone was outside. I pooh-poohed them, telling them to lay off the scary movies. I reported this to the local police several times, but they pretty much treated it with the same disregard.
The next summer we had many late evenings with other kids in the pool. One night, right about dusk, one of the girls pointed out a man crouched on the back side of the shed roof. I got up and started down the pool steps when the figure took out across the yard, heading for the back gate. I gave chase, barely gripping the man’s arm before he escaped out the gate and disappeared into the shadows. The police fussed at me for chasing him and told us maybe we shouldn’t swim until dark. Thus began the loss of the many freedoms we had once enjoyed without full appreciation.
I was now a believer. The dog would start barking about dusk each evening and I hoped she would scare off whomever it was if I let her out. She would return with contusions all down her back and I had to conclude that it was no longer safe to let her out after dark. I worked 3 jobs, as a single parent, often having to leave my children home alone in the hours between when school let out and the offices closed. My eldest was kicked out of school for carrying a knife that I had no knowledge of. Someone would call the pediatrician’s office where I worked and use a child’s voice to ask for their “mom”. When I would answer the phone, there was only heavy breathing. We were all terrorized.
The roof of the home had several dips and peaks. One night we watched a figure dressed all in black use a tool that allowed him to climb right up the corner of the home, flashlight shining in the living room window. The roof became his perch, where he listened to phone calls, manipulated the sensor lights and stomped around every time the cops would leave or we would try to get some sleep. We would find numerous empty beer cans in the pine tree out front and the bushes in the back after a long night of harassment and still, the police refused to give any credence to our reports.
Soon, it had gotten around school that our house had a stalker and the teenagers wanted to experience it for themselves. It was kind of like spending the night in a haunted house for them. Even boys would dress up like girls, everyone brought snacks and they would sit around and listen to the antics of this character climbing on and around our no longer private home. One night, a Friday, during the wee hours after everyone had passed out, I awoke to a bloodcurdling scream. One of the young girls who had fallen asleep on a couch said the man had been in the living room, placed his gloved hand over her mouth and whispered “Boogety boogety boo!” in her ear, then quickly escaped.
That ended the sleepovers, as I realized that everyone there was now in danger. The man was entering the house probably lots more than I knew. I would set up all night in a dark room, watching out the window hoping to discover who this guy was. I would see him work his way down the street, looking in windows and using every tree or bush shadow to hide his presence. My dad gave me his old 22 rifle and I often considered blowing holes in the house’s roof when hearing him up there. He would come brush against the front door, humping it until we all came to see. Once when at an early evening meeting, this man stood out in the front yard completely covered in black clothing with the exception of exposing his groin area for my young children to see.
Myself and the children’s health began to break down. My eldest developed epilepsy and weekly we were given doses of antibiotics for bladder and kidney infections. No one slept well now, for going on years, living on caffeine to stay awake and every activity being controlled by how it would cause the ’stalker’ to behave. One night, awakening to hearing him run down the hallway, I fired the shotgun and blew a huge hole in the closet door. It terrified me to think that in my sleep-denied stupor, I could have shot one of the kids. The doctor’s office that I opened alone many mornings was broken into and the doctor said he was sorry but please leave. He didn’t need that kind of trouble.
I decided to go for broke, put the house up for sale and quickly relocated to another community with much closer neighbors. When we arrived at the new place, we didn’t even have utilities turned on yet, spending several freezing nights without heat due to our haste. Several times the kids would report seeing someone outside, but I felt much safer with so many people close by. I began to relax going places, not wondering if every man I saw was him, not worrying that the children would be exposed to pornographic poses every time they looked out the window, even able to let the dog out after dark.
Several years later, having bought a mobile home in Arnold to avoid the terribly high rent, the problems began again. I was no longer going to let this guy control our lives with fear as he previously had though, and would often talk to him through those thin walls: “Go ahead, creep, bang to your hearts delight, I can shoot you through these cheap walls and not feel one bit badly!” or “Do you know how pathetic you are, rubbing your groin all over this metal building, why don’t you get a real life?”
The last time I saw him was in 1998, it was about 8 in the evening, I was putting babies in the car to pick up a daughter from roller skating and here he came, running through the yard, all dressed in black, stopping long enough to hammer a moment on the front of my car. I was, of course terrified, as I worried for the sake of the children in the car, but I forced myself to keep up my attitude. I laughed at him, told him he was pathetic and he would have to go elsewhere for his kicks from now on. He ran off and that was it.
From the several glimpses that I caught of him, I remember him as being very agile, having graying temples that could sometimes be seen through the eye slits in his mask. The sketches of you when they first started looking for you sort of work, but not knowing how slim or agile you were at the time makes me wonder if that was you or if he is still out there somewhere, terrorizing others.
I have often prayed, asking the Lord to cause this character to be found and stopped. One of my children saw a psychic against my wishes and was told he was now dead. In a conversation with a client recently, describing a little of what we went through, it was recommended that I look up your case and see if that could possibly have been you. I did, and I have to wonder. While I have no idea if your Christian conversion is true and lasting, I would like to ask, in Jesus’ holy name, if you would be honest with me and either admit or deny whether you were involved in this. My children and myself still carry the scars of this time in our lives, and it would be healing to finally have closure or know if the man has ever been found. Thank you for your consideration of this matter. I will check back here for your reply. Again, thank you.
at least he didn’t kill nobody..
my ex boyfriend,wouldn’t help me in bed.very shelfish..dennis is rapist,but did help out women. in bed,didn’t kill nobody.maybe he changed someday.
if try be his friend,i be scared,might rape again..anything better than serial killer..
my ex boyfriend,wouldn’t help you in bed.he try hit you with anything do what he says.dennis sounds better than my ex.crazy man.
my ex 12 years of hell.he mean,pyscho.shelfish,had bad temper,cares about him having fun in bed..glad he gone.sounds like dennis wants to change have friends.thats good.my ex won’t change for nobody.
i don’t know how these rapist and killers get away with this so long..i guess they are good,,,very careful
those women,glad you didn’t kill them…scarey though..
dennis,,all you need was a numpho women..horney lady.you might not raped..maybe medicine lower you sex drive.im glad your ok,from stab wounds,just be careful,got nut cases in prison..
hopefully dennis will change his life now..drug dealers and ect.get more time than those crazy killers..
wow! dennis getting away with this for ten years..smart for while. maybe,now he will be a better person…
dennis help women with oral sex.i should dated him then,(joking) few men i went out with,all they did is hop on and hop off,so i stayed single..
it’s really sad when a rapist gets compared to a bunch of loser, violent boyfriends. how low do you have to go to settle for a rapist? it’s sad. I hope you get some help. some counseling. meds alone won’t work with that kind of thinking.
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