As many murder books I've read I'm still going to go along with the Manson murders for a variety of reasons. And the big shock of it was the time it all happened.
It was '69, at the tail-end of the Love Generation, and here's this commune of rambling hippies setting up compounds to do nothing but sex and drugs, to end up in a grotesque contrast of commiting such grisly murders. And to look at the "leader", this mousey-looking little bastard who managed to find a group of some of society's losers along with some highly educated but stupid kids to feed a bunch of shit to. I still cringe when I think of how Sharon Tate died.
Susan Atkins went to high school with a cousin of mine, who told me that she was 'weird' even then. Susan was also at the women's prison in Chowchilla, Calif, the same time that my niece was, although my niece never saw her (different wing).
So, naturally, I still have fascination for this one.