First time I killed somebody, and it was such a rush. Tommy Lynn Sells, one of the most infamous serial killers in modern history. A man who says he belongs on death row. I was raised to do time.  I wasn’t raised to live out there in in that world. April 3rd, 2014, Huntsville, Texas.

 The Walls Unit death chamber. A man is strapped to a gurney. His name is Tommy Lynn Sells. For 21 years, he drifted across America, leaving a trail of bodies from coast to coast. He claims to have killed 70 people. Authorities confirmed at least 22 murders. Tonight, his journey ends. In the witness room sits a young woman, now 24 years old.

14 years ago, when she was just a child, this man climbed through her window on New Year’s Eve. He took a knife and cut her throat so deeply that he severed her trachea and came within 1 mm of her carotid artery. He left her for dead, but she survived. She walked a quarter mile for help, even though she couldn’t speak.

She identified him from a hospital bed. She faced him in court at age 11 and pointed directly at him while he sat there shaking. Now, tonight, she’s here to watch him die. The warden asks if he has any final words. Tommy Lynn Sells looks at the microphone. He pauses. Then, he says just one word. No. He turns his head toward his supporters in the witness room, and he smiles.

The drugs begin to flow. Within seconds, he closes his eyes. His breathing slows, and then, something surreal happens. He begins to snore. Just a few breaths later, he stops breathing entirely. At 6:27 p.m., he’s pronounced dead. One of the victim’s fathers will later say, “Basically, the dude just took a nap.

” A peaceful death for a monster who showed no mercy to 70 victims. This is the story of America’s most prolific serial killer, the young girl who stopped him, and the execution that closed a 21-year reign of terror. To understand what happened in that execution chamber, you need to understand who Tommy Lynn Sells really was.

 And to understand that, you need to go back to the beginning. To a childhood so horrific that it created something that barely seemed human. June 28th, 1964. Oakland, California. Tommy Lynn Sells is born to Nina Sells, an unmarried mother with five children, each from a different father. Tommy has a twin sister named Tammy Jean.

For the first 18 months of their lives, the twins are inseparable. Then Tammy Jean contracts meningitis. She dies in her mother’s arms. Tommy survives. But something breaks in that moment, something that will never be repaired. Nina can’t handle raising her children alone. When Tommy is still a toddler, she sends him to live with his aunt Bonnie in Missouri.

For a few years, life is stable. Bonnie wants to adopt him, give him a real home, a real chance. But when Nina finds out, she takes Tommy back. Not because she wants him, but because she refuses to let anyone else have him. What happens next will shape the monster Tommy becomes. At age seven, Tommy starts stealing his grandfather’s alcohol.

By age eight, he’s drinking regularly. That same year, a man named Willis Clark, a known predator in the neighborhood, begins sexually abusing Tommy. And Nina knows about it. She allows it to happen. The abuse continues for years. By age 10, Tommy has dropped out of school and started using marijuana. By age 13, the situation has become so disturbed that after one particularly inappropriate incident, Nina simply leaves Tommy behind and moves away without him.

At 14 years old, Tommy Lynn Sells becomes permanently homeless. No family, no home, no future. Just a teenager with a backpack. Now hitchhiking and hopping freight trains across America. For the next 21 years, from 1978 to 1999, Tommy Sells becomes a ghost. He works carnival jobs for a few weeks, then disappears.

He finds work as a manual laborer, then vanishes. He gets a job as a barber, then moves on. He’s arrested dozens of times in different states under different names. He serves time in various prisons, then he’s released, and he drifts again. And as he drifts, people die. The exact number will never be known.

 Sells himself claims 70 victims. Law enforcement confirms at least 22 murders across multiple states. The real number is probably somewhere in between. What makes Tommy Lynn Sells so terrifying is that he has no pattern, no type, no geographic hunting ground. He kills men, women, and children. He kills in California, Texas, Illinois, Kentucky, by West Virginia, Missouri, Tennessee.

He kills strangers he meets on the road. He kills people whose homes he breaks into. He kills for sexual gratification. He kills because someone makes him angry. He kills because he’s bored. In his own words, spoken years later from death row, “I am hatred. When you look at me, you look at hate. I don’t know what love is.

” In another interview, he says, “The first time I killed somebody, it was such a rush. After that, it was like peeling an orange or a tomato. Your hands are just as much a lethal weapon as anything else.” First time I killed somebody, and it was such a rush. One murder in particular reveals the depth of his depravity. In 1987, in rural Illinois, Sells encounters the Dardenne family.

 Keith Dardenne, his pregnant wife Ruby Elaine, and their 3-year-old son Peter. Sells shoots and castrates Keith in a field. And then, he returns to the house. He beats Ruby Elaine, who is 9 months pregnant, with a baseball bat. The trauma causes her to go into labor. She gives birth while dying. Sells then beats the newborn baby to death.

He beats 3-year-old Peter to death. The entire family wiped out in one night of incomprehensible violence. For years, this case goes unsolved. It’s not until Sells confesses decades later that investigators finally learn what happened to the Dardenne’s. In 1992, Sells attacks a woman named Fabian Witherspoon in West Virginia.

She survives. He’s arrested and convicted, but only for malicious wounding. He serves just 5 years in prison. 5 years for attempted murder. He’s released in 1997. Within 2 years, he kills at least five more people. In 1997, he breaks into a home in Gilman, Illinois, where he stabs a 10-year-old boy named Joel Kirkpatrick to death.

The boy’s mother, Julie Rea, is wrongly convicted of the murder and spends years in prison. She maintains her innocence, insisting an intruder killed her son. No one believes her. Not until Tommy Lynn Sells confesses years later. Julie Rea is finally exonerated, but she’s lost years of her life. In San Antonio, Texas, 1999, Sells kidnaps a 9-year-old girl named Mary Beatrice Perez from a music festival.

He sexually assaults her and strangles her to death. In Kentucky, 1999, he kidnaps 13-year-old Haley McCon He takes her from a swing set near her home. He rapes her. He strangles her. He [snorts] leaves her body in a ditch. In Lawton, Oklahoma, 1999, he picks up 14-year-old Bobby Lynn Wofford from a truck stop.

He sexually assaults her. He kills her with a hatchet. For 21 years, now Tommy Lynn Sells moves like a shadow across America. Police in different states have no idea they’re looking for the same man. There’s no DNA database sophisticated enough to connect the crimes. There’s no pattern to predict where he’ll strike next.

 He is, by every measure, the perfect predator. Invisible. Unstoppable. Untouchable. But every predator makes a mistake eventually. Tommy Lynn Sells’ mistake was leaving a witness alive on New Year’s Eve, 1999. Del Rio, Texas, sits right on the Mexican border, about 150 miles west of San Antonio. It’s a small town where everybody knows everybody.

The kind of place where people don’t lock their doors, where kids play outside until dark, where families feel safe. The Harris family lives in a trailer home in the Guajia Bay subdivision. Terry Harris works hard to support his wife and children. They’re a church-going family, active in their local congregation.

They’re good people raising good kids. Their teenage daughter is involved in youth group activities. She’s kind, protective, the type of girl who looks out for younger kids. On December 31st, 1999, she’s excited because her friend is having a sleepover. Two young girls are coming over to spend New Year’s Eve with her.

The younger of the two girls is named Crystal Sells. She’s 10 years old, excited about staying up late to watch the ball drop on TV, excited about spending time with friends. It’s supposed to be a fun, innocent night, just kids being kids. What Crystal doesn’t know is that Tommy Lynn Sells has been to the Harris home before.

He met the family at church. He knows the layout of the house. He knows the family schedule, and on New Year’s Eve, while Terry Harris is out of town for work, Sells decides to come back. It’s around 4:00 a.m. on January 1st, 2000, when Sells approaches the trailer. He finds a metal tub outside and uses it to boost himself up to a window.

 The window is unlocked. He climbs inside. Inside the trailer, five people are sleeping. Terry’s wife, Crystal, their son Justin, who is 14 years old and blind, their daughter, and the two sleepover guests, Crystal and her younger sister. Sells moves through the trailer in complete darkness, using only his cigarette lighter to see.

He checks each bedroom one by one. He finds the younger sister sleeping alone in one room. He leaves her untouched. He finds Crystal and another child sleeping together. He leaves them alone. He finds Justin. Even though the boy is blind and defenseless, Sells leaves him alone. Then he finds the bedroom where the teenage girl and Crystal are sleeping.

The older girl is on the bottom bunk. Crystal is on the top bunk. Sells makes his choice. He lies down next to the girl on the bottom bunk. He has a 12-in boning knife with him. He uses it to cut away her clothing. She wakes up. She screams. “Go get Mama.” Crystal wakes up on the top bunk. She looks down and sees a stranger in bed with her friend. She sees the knife.

The teenage girl stands up to fight. In that moment, she looks up at Crystal with her eyes, communicating a silent message. “Stay there. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.” Crystal understands. She freezes. She watches in horror as Sells grabs her friend. He cuts her throat once, then twice. Then he begins stabbing her again and again, 16 times.

Three of the wounds go completely through her body. Crystal will later describe the sounds. “She just fell and started making really bad noises like she was gagging for air but couldn’t get any because of the blood.” Then Sells turns toward the top bunk, toward Crystal. This is the moment that will define the rest of Crystal Sells’ girl has to make an impossible decision.

Crystal puts her hands up to protect her throat. She looks at the man standing below her with a bloody knife. And she speaks. “I told him, I’ll be quiet. I promise. I won’t say anything. It’s her making the noise, not me.” Sells stares at her for a moment. Then he says four words. “Move your hands.” Crystal knows what’s about to happen, but she also knows she can’t fight him.

Does so. She does the only thing she can think of. She lowers her hands. Sell slashes her throat with one swift motion. The blade cuts so deep that it severs her trachea and comes within 1 mm of her carotid artery. If the knife had gone 1 mm deeper, Crystal would have bled to death in seconds. But it doesn’t. The artery holds.

Crystal feels the blood pouring down her neck. She feels herself choking. She can’t breathe properly. She can’t scream. She can barely make any sound at all. And she makes another decision. She plays dead. She goes completely limp. She stops moving. She controls her breathing as much as she can. She lies there on the top bunk covered in her own blood pretending to be a corpse.

Sell stands there for a moment watching. He’s convinced both girls are dead. He climbs back out the window and disappears into the night. Crystal waits. She doesn’t know how long. Maybe a minute. Maybe 5 minutes. She has to be sure he’s really gone. Then, with her throat cut open and blood soaking her clothes, Crystal Serrels climbs down from the bunk bed.

She can’t scream for help because her vocal cords have been severed. She can’t wake anyone in the house because making loud noise might bring the killer back. So she walks out of the house into the cold January darkness and she starts walking toward the nearest neighbor’s house. It’s a quarter of a mile away.

Every step is agony. She’s choking on her own blood. She’s dizzy from blood loss. She’s terrified that the man with the knife is still out there somewhere watching her. But she keeps walking. When she finally reaches the neighbor’s house, while she pounds on the door, a man opens the door and sees a child standing there covered in blood with her throat cut open.

Crystal can’t speak. Her trachea is severed. So, she does the only thing she can. She makes gestures. She points back toward the Harris house. The neighbor calls 911 immediately. Paramedics arrive within minutes. They rush Crystal to the hospital trying desperately to keep her alive. At the Harris home, first responders make a horrific discovery.

The teenage girl is dead. She’s been stabbed 16 times. Her throat has been cut twice. There’s blood everywhere. But, the rest of the family is unharmed. They slept through the entire attack. They had no idea what was happening just rooms away. At the hospital, doctors perform emergency surgery on Crystal. The damage to her throat is severe.

They’re not sure she’ll survive. But, Crystal has already proven she’s a fighter. She can’t speak yet. Her throat is too damaged, but she can write. A detective hands her a piece of paper and a pen. Crystal writes three notes. The first one says, “The Harrises need help.” The second one asks, “Will I live?” The third note is the most important one.

It’s a description of the man who attacked them. Even though Crystal is a terrified, severely injured 10-year-old child, she provides crucial details. She describes what he looked like, what he was wearing, how tall he was. A sketch artist comes to the hospital. Using Crystal’s description, they create a composite drawing of the suspect.

Within 24 hours, that sketch is on the news across Texas. Two days later, on January 2nd, 2000, a tip comes in. Someone recognizes the man in the sketch. They know him from church. He’s been to the Harris home before. His name is Tommy Lynn Sells. At 5:30 a.m. on January 2nd, police knock on the door of the residence where Sells is staying.

He opens the door. Officers ask if they can speak with him. Sells looks at them. And then he says something that stuns the investigators. “I’m glad I finally got caught. I was tired of doing this.” He doesn’t ask for a lawyer. He doesn’t deny anything. He immediately confesses on video. He describes the attack in detail.

He takes investigators back to the crime scene and reenacts what he did. When they search his belongings, they find an 11-in boning knife. The blade is extremely thin from being sharpened over and over again for years. Blood and fiber evidence links Sells directly to both victims. His DNA is found at the scene.

 The case is airtight. But but the confession doesn’t stop there. Once he starts talking, Tommy Lynn Sells can’t seem to stop. He confesses to murder after murder after murder. California, Illinois, Kentucky, West Virginia, Missouri, Tennessee, Oklahoma. He describes the Dardeen family massacre in detail.

 He confesses to killing Joel Kirkpatrick, freeing Julie Rhea from prison. He admits to killing Mary Beatrice Perez, Haley McCon Bobby Lynn Wofford. The body count keeps rising. 22 confirmed murders, claims of 70 total. Texas Rangers are initially skeptical. They remember the Henry Lee Lucas case from the 1980s when a serial killer falsely confessed to hundreds of murders he didn’t commit.

They need to verify each confession carefully. But as they investigate, they find that many of Sells’ confessions are accurate. He knows details that were never released to the public. He describes crime scenes that match police reports. He solves cold cases that have haunted investigators for years. Tommy Lynn Sells isn’t lying.

He really did kill dozens of people over 21 years. And he was finally caught because a 10-year-old girl survived the impossible and walked a quarter mile with her throat cut to save herself and stop a monster. Nine months later, in September 2000, Tommy Lynn Sells stands trial for capital murder in Val Verde County, Texas.

The evidence is overwhelming. His confession, his DNA, the murder weapon, eyewitness identification. The prosecution has everything they need for a conviction. But there’s one more piece of evidence that will seal Tommy Sell’s fate. And it comes from the bravest witness anyone in that courtroom has ever seen.

Little Crystal Sells is now 11 years old. She spent months in physical therapy learning to speak again. The scar across her throat is still visible, a permanent reminder of the night she almost died. The prosecution tells Crystal that she doesn’t have to testify if she doesn’t want to. They have enough evidence without her.

They can protect her from having to face her attacker in court. But Crystal has a different idea. Before the trial, Crystal stays with Texas Ranger Johnny Allen and his family. She’s having nightmares. She’s struggling with PTSD. But she’s determined. When it’s time for her to testify, the defense attorneys make a request.

They ask that Tommy Lynn Sells be removed from the courtroom during Crystal’s testimony. They argue that his presence might be too traumatic for such a young witness. And Crystal hears about this request, and she tells the prosecutors, “I want him there. I’m not scared of him. The court offers her another accommodation.

She can enter the courtroom from a side door, avoiding having to walk past the defense table where Sellers is sitting. Again, Crystal refuses. I want to walk by him. I’m not scared of him. On the day of her testimony, the courtroom is packed. Everyone wants to see the young girl who survived Tommy Lynn Sellers.

Crystal enters from the main door. She walks down the center aisle. She passes directly in front of the defense table where Tommy Sellers sits. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch. She walks past the man who tried to murder her with her head held high. Sellers, for his part, won’t look at her. He stares down at the table, his leg shaking nervously.

Crystal takes the witness stand. The prosecutor asks her to identify the man who attacked her. Without hesitation, Crystal raises her arm and points directly at Tommy Lynn Sellers. “That’s him,” she says. Sellers still won’t look up. He keeps shaking. The man who bragged about feeling like a god when he killed people is terrified of an 11-year-old girl.

For the next hour, Crystal describes what happened that New Year’s Eve. She describes waking up and seeing a stranger in the room. She describes watching helplessly as her friend was murdered. She describes the moment the knife cut her throat. She describes playing dead. She describes the quarter-mile walk in the dark.

Her voice is steady for most of the testimony. But at one point, when she describes the sounds her friend made while dying, Crystal breaks down. The judge calls a 15-minute recess. Everyone assumes Crystal is done, that she can’t continue. But after 15 minutes, she comes back into the courtroom.

 She returns to the witness stand and she finishes her testimony. The defense attorneys try to cross-examine her, but there’s nothing they can attack. Crystal’s testimony is clear, consistent, and devastating. When she’s finally dismissed from the stand, Crystal walks out of the courtroom the same way she came in, down the center aisle, past Tommy Sells.

This time, Sells looks up just for a second. He sees the girl he tried to kill walking away alive and strong. Then he looks back down at the table. The jury deliberates for less than a day. Tommy Lynn Sells is found guilty of capital murder. Under Texas law, and the same jury must now decide whether to sentence him to death or life in prison.

The prosecution presents evidence of his other murders. The Dardeen family, Joel Kirkpatrick, Mary Beatrice Perez, Hailey McCown, Bobby Lynn Wofford, victim after victim after victim. The defense argues that Sells’ horrific childhood explains his actions. They bring in psychiatrists who testify about the abuse he suffered, the abandonment, the trauma.

The jury listens to all of it. Then they make their decision, death. Tommy Lynn Sells is also convicted of the attempted capital murder of Crystal Sells. For that, he receives a life sentence. In 2003, he’s tried again, this time for the murder of 9-year-old Mary Beatrice Perez in San Antonio.

 Again, he’s found guilty, another life sentence. But, it doesn’t matter. Tommy Lynn Sells is going to die. The only question is when. He’s sent to the Polunsky Unit in Livingston, Texas, one of the most secure death row facilities in America. There, he’ll spend the next 14 years waiting for his execution date. For 14 years, Tommy Lynn Sells sits on death row.

During that time, he continues to confess to murders. He corresponds with journalists. He gives interviews. The things he says in these interviews reveal a mind that is completely devoid of empathy or remorse. “I am hatred,” he tells one reporter. “When you look at me, you look at hate. I don’t know what love is.

 I don’t like to use words like love and sorry because I’m about hate.” In another interview, he describes his first murder. “The first time I killed somebody, it was such a rush. After that, killing someone was no different than peeling an orange or a tomato. Your hands are just as much a lethal weapon as anything else.” He talks about the act of cutting throats as casually as someone might discuss a hobby.

“To me, it’s been a lifetime of slitting someone’s throat. It’s nothing.” Texas Rangers continue to investigate his confessions. Some turn out to be accurate. Others are questionable. The Rangers are careful not to repeat the Henry Lee Lucas debacle, where a serial killer was allowed to confess to hundreds of murders he didn’t commit.

Eventually, Sells stops cooperating with investigators. He’s given them enough information to solve dozens of cold cases. Families have received closure. That’s all he’s willing to provide. Legal appeals drag on for years. Sells’ attorneys argue that his trial was unfair, that his childhood trauma should have been given more weight, and that the death penalty is cruel and unusual punishment.

 Every appeal is denied. By 2014, Sells has exhausted all legal options. The US Supreme Court declines to hear his case. The Texas Board of Pardons and Paroles unanimously denies clemency. His execution is scheduled for April 3rd, 2014. There is one final legal battle. Sells attorneys argue that Texas is using execution drugs from questionable sources, and that the state should be required to disclose where the drugs come from.

The court’s rule against him. The execution will proceed as scheduled. As the date approaches, Tommy Sells is asked if he wants to make any final arrangements. Does he want to request a final meal? Does he want any visitors? He makes his requests. For his final meal, he asks for a simple breakfast, one well-done steak, a cup of coffee.

He requests that certain people be allowed to witness his execution, not family. He has no family who wants to claim him. Instead, he requests that a few supporters, people who have corresponded with him over the years, be allowed to attend. The state grants his request. But there are other witnesses who will be there.

 Witnesses Tommy Sells has no power to exclude. Terry Harris, the father of the teenage girl Sells murdered, will be there. And so will Crystal Sells. Now 24 years old, she’s lived more than half her life knowing this day would eventually come. She’s thought about it countless times. What it will feel like to watch the man who tried to kill her take his last breath.

Now, finally, that day has arrived. April 3rd, 2014, Huntsville, Texas, the Walls Unit. By late afternoon, witnesses begin to arrive. They’re escorted into the death chamber viewing room, a small space with a large window looking into the execution chamber itself. Terry Harris takes a seat. His daughter has been dead for 14 years, but the pain is still fresh.

Tonight, he’ll finally see justice served. Crystal Searles enters the viewing room. It’s been 14 years since that New Year’s Eve. She’s no longer the terrified 10-year-old girl with a cut throat. She’s a grown woman. She’s strong. She survived. But as she takes her seat, the memories flood back. The knife, the blood, the desperate walk in the darkness, the moment she thought she was going to die.

Now, she’s here to watch the man responsible for all of that pain simply go to sleep. Other family members of victims are present. Media witnesses fill additional seats. And in a separate viewing area, Tommy Sells’ supporters watch. People who believe he deserves compassion despite his crimes. At 6:00 p.m.

, the door to the execution chamber opens. Tommy Lynn Sells, now 49 years old, is escorted in by prison guards. He’s wearing white prison clothes. His hands are cuffed. The guards help him onto the gurney. They strap down his arms, his legs, his chest. IV lines are already in place, ready to deliver the lethal drugs. Sells looks around the room.

 He sees the warden. He sees the witnesses through the glass. His eyes find Crystal. For a moment, their eyes meet. The man who tried to kill her. The girl who survived and sent him here. Then Sells looks away. The warden steps forward. Tommy Lynn Sells, you have been convicted of capital murder and sentenced to death. Do you have any final words? This is the moment, the tradition, with the last chance for a condemned prisoner to say something, anything.

 An apology, a declaration of innocence, a message to loved ones, something. Sells looks at the microphone positioned near his head. He thinks for a moment. Then he says one word. No. That’s it. No apology to the families of his victims, no expression of remorse, no explanation. Just no. The warden steps back.

 The executioner, hidden from view, prepares to begin the process. Sells turns his head toward the viewing window where his supporters are sitting, and he smiles, a small, strange smile. As if this is all just an interesting experience he’s having. Then the drugs begin to flow. The first drug is sodium thiopental, a powerful sedative.

Within seconds, Sells’ eyes begin to close. His body relaxes against the gurney. And then, something surreal happens. Tommy Lynn Sells begins to snore. Soft, steady snoring, as if he’s simply fallen asleep on a Sunday afternoon. The second drug, pancuronium bromide, stops his breathing. The snoring ceases.

 His chest stops moving. The third drug, potassium chloride, stops his heart. At 6:27 p.m., less than 1 minute after the drugs began flowing, a doctor checks for vital signs. There are none. Tommy Lynn Sells is pronounced dead. In the viewing room, Terry Harris watches in silence. Later, he’ll tell reporters, “Basically, the dude just took a nap.

 He went peacefully, which is a lot more than what he gave our victims.” Crystal Sells watches the man who tried to murder her simply cease to exist. No struggle, no pain, no fear, just sleep. It’s over. After 21 years of terror, after 70 claimed victims, after decades of families searching for answers, after 14 years of legal battles, it’s finally over.

The witnesses are escorted out, the body is removed, the execution chamber is cleaned and prepared for the next condemned prisoner. Tommy Lynn Sells is gone, but the people he hurt, the families he destroyed, the survivors he left behind will carry those scars forever. In the years since that April night in 2014, investigators have continued to link Tommy Lynn Sells to unsolved murders.

The final confirmed body count stands at 22 victims, though many believe the real number is much higher. Among those confirmed victims, the Dardeen family in Illinois, an entire family, including a newborn baby, wiped out in one night. Joel Kirkpatrick, the 10-year-old boy whose mother was wrongly convicted of his murder until Sells confessed.

Mary Beatrice Perez, 9 years old, but kidnapped from a music festival. Haley McCown, 13, taken from a swing set. Bobby Lynn Wofford, 14, picked up from a truck stop. And the teenage girl in Del Rio, Texas, who died protecting her young friend. 22 confirmed victims. Families who received closure because Tommy Lynn Sells finally confessed.

Cold cases that were finally solved. Wrongly convicted people who were exonerated. But, there’s another legacy to this story. A legacy of courage. Crystal Sells was 10 years old when a serial killer cut her throat and left her for dead. She survived an injury that should have killed her. She walked a quarter mile for help, even though she couldn’t breathe properly or speak.

She identified her attacker from a hospital bed. She faced him in court at age 11 and pointed directly at him. She watched him die 14 years later. Today, our Crystal lives a private life away from the spotlight. She’s given very few interviews over the years, but in the interviews she has given, she’s made one thing clear.

 She refuses to be defined by what Tommy Lynn Sells did to her. She’s not just a victim. She’s a survivor. She’s the girl who stopped a monster. Her courage saved lives. If she hadn’t survived that night, if she hadn’t identified Sells, if she hadn’t testified against him, he would have kept killing. More victims, more families destroyed, more years of terror.

But she did survive. She did testify. She did stop him. Tommy Lynn Sells claimed 70 victims over 21 years. He said he was hatred itself. He said he didn’t know what love was. He said killing people was as easy as peeling an orange. But in the end, he was stopped by a 10-year-old girl who refused to die. He’s gone now.

 Executed peacefully, painlessly, far more mercifully than any of his victims were killed. But Crystal Sells is still here, still strong, still surviving. And that’s the legacy that endures. Not the monster who killed for 21 years, but the child who stopped him with one impossible act of courage. Evil tried to destroy her.

 Instead, she destroyed evil. Tommy Lynn Sells went to sleep on April 3rd, 2014 and never woke up. But courage, courage lives forever. If you found this story powerful, please subscribe to our channel and share this video. Too many people have never heard of Crystal Serols and her incredible courage. Her story deserves to be told.

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