Whalebone Beach Massacre

“Mata Sete”: a 1987 Portuguese serial killer

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I wasn’t even born when all of this happened. But since it was something so strange and almost insane, I wanted to share it with you all. It happened on the 1st March 1987, when a man was killed just because he wanted. This man was Vítor Jorge (1949–2018) and he killed seven people in twenty-four hours.

When he was only five years old, he witnessed his uncle killing his twin cousins. Maybe that was the first time that his mind was molded to develop his first and last crimes. At eight years old her mother moved to Lisbon with him, and because they were poor, they shared just one room. In the night, he would watch lovers and clients of her mother “hurting her”, since he didn’t know at that time what it really was. That little kid wanted to defend his mom, but he was just a kid and didn’t know what to do. This traumatic feeling was one of his reasons to think more and more about those deep and dark feelings that he had, I think. That room had a window to the cemetery, and he didn’t like that view because it was frightening, and it remembered his death.

He started writing a diary with his deep thoughts around 1985, he could let all his darkness be explored, and evolve out of his mind. That was almost like me when I started writing to let out my darkness, and that made me think of all the crazy stuff that I had written. But my diary brought me light, he just got deep into the darkness.

“I had just that idea in my head… kill, kill, kill.” This sentence stayed in my mind since I’ve watched the Portuguese documentary about this crime. Thinking that he kept a diary with the most bizarre thoughts and alarming ideas that he had about killing most people possible. Just like a psychopath, that he probably was.

“ I must state, obsessed or not, that three women helped dig my grave: my mother, my wife, and my daughter. When a mother wishes to see her son dead, to see him married, when the wife says to her husband kill yourself, and when the daughter outs euphorically ‘at last, dad thinks about divorce’. What else is left after all? What more goals are glimpsed on the horizon of a marked man? “ He hated his mother and wife, and that was shown in his diary words. All the fault in his life seemed to be because of women. He…