Ted Bundy was definitely no exception. He was a man of many fetish. Voyeurism, pornography, bondage, rape, murder, necrophilia. He was a Ted of all trades. However, the one fetish I find fascinating, to say the least, is Ted’s sock fetish.

“This is for real. I mean, I’ve got a sock fetish. No question about it. I must have six or seven pairs right here with me in my cell. I am really sick when it comes to socks. These are some of the things for people who really want to know what makes Ted Bundy tick. They’re parts of the combination to the deepest, most secret recesses of my mind. I’m very close to my feet. Right now. I’m lying on my back with my foot propped up on the bars. And I’m studying my toes. For a good portion of the night. They’re probably the most attractive feet you’ve ever seen.

Socks are such a serious part of my life. They’re so very important to me. They kept reading the list of socks and all and I felt proud. Honestly, it didn’t even begin to occur to me that people might wonder why I had all these socks. I just felt proud that I owned all those socks.

The only time I began to have a little bout of sheepishness was when he read about a white sock with a blue band and green stripe on the toe. Those are odor eaters – and that was getting too personal.”

They all know me by my car
They all know I’m gone, but not how far
I’m heading straight down 101
I’m going to go and get me some

My lips are movin’ but there’s no sound
Someday somebody’s gonna get run down


My lips anr movin’ but there’s no sound
Someday somebody’s gonna get run down

– Faith No More