In the summer of 1978, Jeffrey Dahmer invited a small group of classmates to 4480 West Bath Road for a séance. He told them the house was haunted — that the spirit of a previous owner lingered there and could be called. The lights went off. Something moved in the dark. One of the girls screamed and fled into the night. Lionel Dahmer arrived home unexpectedly and broke up the gathering.
It was the last time Bridget Geiger — Jeffrey’s prom date from weeks earlier — ever saw him.
What none of them knew, and what gives this small story its terrible weight, is the timing. Steven Mark Hicks had been murdered at that house on June 18, 1978 — struck with a barbell, strangled, dismembered in the crawlspace. His remains were still on the property when Jeffrey lit those candles and told his friends the house had ghosts.
Brian Masters, in The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer, described this period as one of profound internal disintegration — Jeffrey drinking heavily, alone in the house most days after Joyce took David and left, waiting for a life that had already ended without his knowing it. The séance sits in that silence. A boy of eighteen, performing haunting for his friends, in a house that was already haunted — by something no one else could see.
Jeffrey never spoke of it directly. But he didn’t need to.
Source: Brian Masters, The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer (1993)
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