Comments on: CSI: The Spikol Chronicles

By: PJ

PJ — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:08:04 +0000

Sigh. I was there the night of the Mopac Rapist’s last attack. The person involved called me. It was her courageous, purposeful testimony which caused Chris to cave in when he saw the effect of his actions. She was determined not to let him define her. She was going to be her, not a victim. Be sure she was not.

By: Jennifer Giesecke

Jennifer Giesecke — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 05:28:56 +0000

My sister was friends with Chris and his wife. Her’s is not my story to tell. I know that for a while, he was sober(when I knew him). My sister considered both of them to be the best of friends.
He came to our father’s funeral in 1994, and had lacerations on his neck. He told us that had been suicidal, and that he had burglarized a person’s house and been caught trying to strangle himself in the bathtub.(And had been caught). He was very remorseful and depressed from his divorce and more,I thought.
My sister and I are neither ignorant or stupid about human nature. She is way more knowledgeable than I, in fact.
She has long known his family, and he was a trusted individual for years.
He may have had a personality disorder, but it’s hard to trust your judgement when someone you thought you knew well, has committed such a heinious crime.
Don’t beat yourselves up about not knowing. Lord knows my sis has.
Probably his wife has too.
The police did an excellent job, but if we could had helped them do it faster, we would’ve.
Sociopaths and/or multiples can be very persuasive.
God bless every female that knew him and those that wish that they hadn’t.

By: Wendy Lambert

Wendy Lambert — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:53:08 +0000

I know this is an old post but I was just thinking about people I used to know that I knew had gone astray and I goggled Chris and got your page. I knew Chris and his family since he was a small boy. I lived up the street and used to babysit him (talk about guilt of did I do anything) his real father (not Dye)abused his mom, who was the sweetest woman and died of cancer when he was young. I beleive he had deep issuses due to this. He was also very subconscience about his size being a small man. This is just my oppinion. He was a totally different person when his mom was still alive.

By: Daniel

Daniel — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 22:16:48 +0000

I was watching a show on Biography about another guy that seemed “normal” and was later convicted of killing his wife. This got me thinking about Christopher Dye, I Googled his name and found this article.
My connection with Christopher is that I sublet a room from him my senior year at The University of Texas in 1994-95. From reading the newspaper articles after he was caught, I believe I worked out that he raped around 5 women during the time I (and a friend of mine) lived in the same house as him and we never suspected a thing.
Christopher helped me check out the first car I bought at his Dad’s autoshop, took me out for dinner with friends on my birthday, and was generally very polite. Reading other’s experience with him above was very interesting – I never realized he had expressed some violent actions to anyone other that those he raped. Finding out what he did certainly opened my eyes to how you can never know what is lying below the surface of people you meet and how initial and superficial impressions can be completely wrong.
I certainly still have a bit of guilt over not noticing anything during the 10 months I lived with Chris. But other than one night when I ran into him in the kitchen and he seemed a little out of it (possibly, he was on meth at the time) I never noticed anything even remotely suspicious. I’m not positive, but this very well could have been the night he stabbed someone.
I found the fact that he reportedly plead guilty and asked for the maximum sentence very odd – that’s not sometime you hear of happening in most rape cases.
Anyway, I always wished I had guessed something was amiss and been able to give the tip that led to him not being able to rape any more women, but it does help finding out that he fooled lots of other people as well.
I’m more cautious about people after my experience with Chris, but I try to not let it get to me so much that I can’t trust anyone. I hope that other’s who were misled by him have been able to adjust and still put their trust in those that deserve it.

By: Cathy Hicks Kennard

Cathy Hicks Kennard — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 18:31:21 +0000

When I was living in Austin as an undergraduate at UT, my neighbor was the last victim of Christopher Dye. She was the only one who was stabbed, in the back in this case, after being raped on a cold night in January of 1995. Me and the other residents of our small apartment complex administered first aid until the ambulance got there. It was one of the scariest nights of my life, especially when the police told us later that night/morning that the rapist was a serial rapist and had probably been watching all of us. I was told that I was lucky I was living on the second floor, since the Mopac rapist only struck first floor apartments. It took me a long time to get over the feeling that I was still being followed. About a year later, I was in the coffee shop I had frequented my first year in Austin during the time of the attack, Rutamaya on Rio Grande, when Ryan, the owner, stopped me and told me the rapist had been caught (I had gone there as soon as the shop opened after the police had interviewed me the morning of the attack because I was fairly new in town and they were the only people I really knew). Then he told me to sit down–”it was Christopher, you know, the guy that used to come in here on chess tournament nights?” I had played chess with him many times, leaving the coffee shop at 1 or 2 a.m. to go home alone to the apartment where the last attack had happened. Had I led him inadvertently to his last victim? Had he been following me, but changed his mind when he saw I lived on the second floor?? I, like you, have lived with guilt over that, even though I know rationally that it wasn’t my fault. There was a woman who used to close the coffee shop, I can’t remember her name now, who told me after his arrest that Christopher used to walk her to her car and warn her about how she needed to be careful because there were dangerous people out there in the dark. I believe Christopher died in prison not too long after his arrest. Years later, I was being treated for anxiety, this was in Tucson where I went to graduate school, when another neighbor was raped and stabbed. My therapist was trying to tell me that my anxiety, not entirely based on what happened in Austin, but definitely related, was based on the possiblity of very unlikely events. And I asked her, “How many people do you know who have had two neighbors raped and stabbed??” She had nothing to say to that.

By: John Cecil Price

John Cecil Price — Fri, 31 Mar 2006 21:22:59 +0000

Funny that you mention it as I was just thinking about the Purple Rain tour & talking about it to some other friends who were born just a cpl of yrs before Purple Rain was released. I too saw Prince on the Purple Rain Tour. & I remember it like it was yesterday & not 22 years ago. It was I believe on the day after Thanksgiving, 1984. & it was @ the Spectrum. & wowie-zowie, that show was indeed the coolest and also the loudest show ever. Not even subsequent death metal &/or punk shows I saw later on in the 80’s @ either City Gardens or in West Philly were anywhere near the db’s Prince was blowin that night. But I’m still mesmerized by “Mr Nelson” and do totally dig his new CD an awful lot.

By: Gena

Gena — Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:38:41 +0000

That’s pretty weird about the guy you felt uncomfortable with but did not know was a rapist. You just never know who can be holding back something like that (very close encounter). It’s not your fault.

As for sleep, have you tried Zyprexa (is that how you spell it?). It gave me my first sleep after years of being awake at any time of the night.

Good luck.

By: beagle

beagle — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 17:39:52 +0000

I’m a Washingtonian (that’s Washington State resident to you, I guess…I’m not even sure that is what we call ourselves.) I lived in Seattle for 4 years, quite near a part of the Green River, actually. I used to jog on a trail by it.

Rule is masterful, but, I can only take so much.

My favorites were Small Sacrifices and Everything She Ever Wanted. When or if I ever get in the mood again for true crime, I’ll head to Rule. Thanks for the link.

The Motherless Brooklyn looks like an interesting title.