Corll’s torture board, and police searching for victims at Corll’s the boat shed, where Henley said they would find bodies of victims.
Upon leading Houston police to the boat shed, one police officer described that Henley, “started to take a step inside (the boat shed), but then his face just turned ashen, pale, grim […] he staggered around outside the door. Right then’s when I knew there were going to be bodies in that shed.”
Inside the boat shed they found:
a half-stripped stolen car
a child’s bike
empty bags of lime
a box full of teenage boys’ clothing
Once they began digging, they found the body of a young boy, encased in plastic covered with a layer of lime. The more they excavated, the more they found - victims in varying stages of decay. Some were shot, some were strangled - some still have ligatures around their necks.
The victims had all been sexually tortured, with signs including:
plucked pubic regions
genitals that had been chewed
objects inserted into rectums
glass rods shoved into urethrae and smashed
castrated victims (while alive), with some genitals found in sealed plastic bags
Cloth rags had been shoved into victims’ mouths, and their mouths covered with tape.
Eight corpses were found at the boat shed. Corll is suspected of killing more than triple that number.
Haven’t been on here for a while but I just wanted to spread my thoughts and feelings before I nod off to sleep. You know, I am proud of my wonderful girl. Everything she does makes me warm up with joy. The little touches, how she snuggles up to me and falls asleep in my arms even though I constantly poke her and mess with her, she still finds a way to nod off. I think it is one of the cutest things I could see. She is joining the Air Force Reserves, which I am very proud of. Right now, she is sleeping cozy backwards in on top of her mattress with no sheets and just a comforter on top of her, but I think that’s cute also. The way she whispers in my ear and how she will nip at my ear lobes… Only drives the flames in my bonfire of love for her even higher. Times are tough for her and she deserves every good moment or feeling she can get. You are amazing and all I think about. The long nights of just sitting on the back of my truck, (before my wreck that is haha) the way you look at me when I crack a corny joke, the “naps” we take where it usually is just you napping and me trying to go to sleep yet I get hyper. I don’t understand this but I do love just being beside you. We fight, moan, cry, scream, and cuss each other but I am happy knowing it will all be okay at the end and we will always love each other. I love how I can cradle you in my arms and pick you up and squeeze you and love on you. I can’t thank her enough for being there for me. I am hard to deal with and I thank God everyday for giving me such a beautiful, thoughtful girl. So, as you sleep all sprawled out over the top of your covers with one leg sticking out and your head hanging off, I wish you sweet dreams dear. Sherry, I love you so much honey. You make my world awesome. Goodnight and sweet dreams dear and I will see you tomorrow at 8:30 sharp to wake you up my little sleepy headed oscillating fan!