The Annihilator: One At A Time — Ep. 3 | MK Confidential

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**John List** (1:00)
I came back in, said a few words to Helen, and went into the front room. Then I came around back and shot her in the head.

**Megyn Kelly** (1:10)
That is John List, the quiet accountant, the Sunday school teacher who put on a pressed coat and tie to collect his daughter from the police station at 2.3 in the morning.
It is Tuesday, November 9th, 1971
Before the sun goes down, John List will murder all five members of his family, one at a time, inside the house known as Breeze Knoll. He will not panic. He will not flee, not yet. He will stop and make himself a sandwich. He will drive downtown and run his errands. He will sit down that evening to dinner in the house where his wife, his mother, and his three children lie dead. And afterward, he will wash the dishes and go to sleep. This is the day itself, hour by hour, how a careful, church-going man spends a Tuesday murdering his family and tells himself the entire time that he is saving them.
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**John List** (3:46)
I kept thinking about it for several weeks. I'm sure maybe even a month.
And my final solution was that if I would kill them, that would save them from any problems.

**Megyn Kelly** (4:01)
Investigators were later able to piece together almost everything about the hours that follow from the evidence inside the house, from the paper trail of the errands that List ran that day, and from the flat, careful account List would give years later himself. This is the day they reconstructed. It begins quietly. The porch thermometer reads 28 degrees, and the sky is only starting to gray toward a sunrise John knows, because he has checked, will come at 6.36.
One by one, his three children come downstairs. Patricia, 16, the aspiring actress, still in trouble over the night the police brought her home. John Jr., 15, the family athlete, big for his age. Frederick, 13, the baby of the house. There is no real breakfast. The kids forage for themselves in the cabinets. Patricia opens the refrigerator looking for milk and finds none.
One by one, they gather their school things and go out into the cold, off to their three schools the way they have on a thousand mornings before. Their father does not sit with them. He stands at the window of his study, behind a parted curtain, and watches each of them go down the long driveway. By his own account, he gives nothing away.