Omaima Aree Nelson: The harrowing tale of a beautiful Egyptian model who killed, cooked and ate her American husband.
Susan Smith: According to the distraught mother, her children had been abducted during a carjacking. The truth was far more sinister.
Tillie Klimek: She claimed to be a psychic who could predict the date and hour of her husbands’ deaths. And she was never wrong.
Elizabeth Duncan: Mother-in-law from Hell Duncan murdered a young woman out of jealousy over her son’s affections.
Marilyn Plantz: Drugs, sex and money combine in this sordid tale of a man burned alive and a woman sent to death row.
Gertrude Baniszewski: Perpetrator of one on America’s most horrific crimes, the torture and murder of 16-year-old Sylvia Likens.
Louise Vermilyea: Those who checked into Mrs. Vermilyea’s Chicago boarding house usually checked out feet first.
Pamela Smart: Sexy temptress Pam started an affair with a 15-year-old boy, then convinced him and his friends to murder her husband.
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Deadly Women Volume 1
Omaima Aree Nelson
Like every other man on the premises, Bill Nelson had noticed the
woman the minute she’d walked into the bar. She was petite, dark-haired and
beautiful, definitely out of his league. Now, however, she was standing close
by, watching intently as he lined up a shot at the pool table. Several of the
local studs had already tried talking to her and had been promptly rebuffed,
but when Bill looked up and made eye contact with the woman, she gave him a
demure smile. Bill felt his pulse race. Could she really be interested in him?
Eventually, Bill felt he had to try his luck. He walked over and
introduced himself. Dark eyes sparkling, the young woman extended a tiny hand.
Her name was Omaima, she said, in an accent that only added to her allure.
Bill and Omaima spent the rest of that evening, October 23, 1991,
filling each other in on their respective backgrounds. He told her that he was
a retired airline pilot. She said that she was an aspiring model who was
working as a nanny to make ends meet. Omaima’s accent and dark good looks were
also explained. Egyptian-born, the 24-year-old had come to the United States in
1986, hoping for a better life. Then Omaima confided something that got Bill
flustered all over again. She preferred older men, she said, particularly if
they were tall. At 56 years of age and standing 6-foot-4, Bill qualified on
both counts. They left the bar together that night, driving to Bill Nelson’s
luxury Costa Mesa apartment in his red Corvette. Within days, Bill had proposed
and Omaima had gleefully accepted.
William E. Nelson was a man of the world and should have known better.
There was a lot that he didn’t know about his new bride. He did not know, for
example, that Omaima had a history of irrational and violent behavior; he did
not know that he was far from the first “older man” she’d seduced, nor that her
previous conquests had ended up shackled to their beds, pistol-whipped and
robbed of their money and valuables. Bill was too busy enjoying the attention
of his beautiful, young wife to concern himself with such things. Omaima was a
skilled and adventurous lover. When she suggested introducing bondage into
their sex games, Bill willingly agreed.
So it was that on November 28, 1991, Bill Nelson ended up shackled to
his bed with his wife straddling him. Breathlessly anticipating the sex that
was to come, he failed to notice when Omaima reached down to grasp a pair of
scissors. By the time she lifted the weapon and held it above her head,
two-handed, it was too late. Bill barely had time to utter a sound before the
twin blades plunged into his chest.
The attack was prolonged and continued even after Bill Nelson was
dead. In addition to the scissor attack, he was bludgeoned repeatedly with a
domestic iron. Finally, exhausted, Omaima slumped forward against her husband’s
battered and bloodied body, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. She held
that position for only a moment. There was work to do, a corpse to be disposed
of.
Getting rid of a human body is a lot more difficult in practice than
it appears in principal. William Nelson was a large man, standing over 6 feet
tall and weighing in at 230 pounds. Still, Omaima was nothing if not
determined. Over the hours that followed, she decapitated, dismembered, and
disemboweled her husband’s corpse. Some of the body parts were ground down in
the garbage disposal. Others were packed into suitcases and placed in the back
seat of Bill’s Corvette.
But Omaima did not discard all of Bill’s remains. Choice cuts were
held back, broiled, breaded and deep-fried. Then Omaima sat down at the dinner
table and enjoyed her feast, liberally coating the macabre cutlets in barbecue
sauce. Later, she would joke to police, “Nothing tastes as good as the man I
married. It’s the sauce that does it.”
The murder of William Nelson was not a well thought out crime. As the
surviving spouse, Omaima would immediately have come under suspicion once
Bill’s disappearance was noticed. And the amount of blood and tissue left at
the crime scene would have been a CSI’s idea of nirvana. However, Omaima
hastened her own downfall by involving others in the murder. Uncertain of what
to do with the rest of Bill’s remains, she began visiting ex-boyfriends, asking
for help. One of them went to the police.
Detectives were soon pounding on the door of the Nelsons’ Costa Mesa
apartment. Inside, they found a scene of utter carnage. There was blood
spattered on the walls, pooled on the floor and soaked into the mattress.
Plastic bags held crudely hacked chunks of flesh and gristle. Bill’s boiled
head was in the refrigerator, flesh falling away from the skull. His hands
floated in the deep fryer, partially cooked. In the back of the Corvette were
two suitcases, each containing hacked flesh and coils of viscera. When the
coroner’s office weighed the accumulated body parts, 80 pounds of William
Nelson was unaccounted for.
Omaima Nelson was placed under arrest and charged with murder. She
made no attempt to deny that she’d killed her husband but insisted that she had
acted in self-defense. She said that Bill had been intolerably cruel to her,
had beaten, choked and bitten her. She said that he’d tied her to the bed and
raped her on numerous occasions. She’d acted out of self-preservation, she
said.
But that did not explain the horrendous mutilations, nor the acts of
cannibalism that she’d admitted to. Omaima had a ready explanation. She said
that after killing Bill she’d fallen into a “trance-like state.” She had no
recollection of hacking him up, although she did recall cutting off his penis. That,
she claimed, must have been an “unconscious act of revenge” for a rape she’d
suffered in childhood.
The prosecutor wasn’t buying Omaima Nelson’s self-defense argument and
Omaima hardly helped herself when she told a court-appointed psychiatrist that
her husband’s ribs were, “so sweet, so delicious… I like mine tender.”
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