Brace yourself for a dark dive into the mind of a monster—Joseph Naso, a 91-year-old convicted serial killer, is now claiming a staggering body count of 26 women, far beyond the four murders for which he was convicted in 2013.
According to New York Post, currently locked away in a California prison, Naso’s twisted tale includes the brutal slayings of Roxene Roggasch, Carmen Colon, Pamela Parsons, and Tracy Tafoya between 1977 and 1994, alongside shocking boasts of 22 more victims and a macabre “Greatest Hits” list, as revealed by a fellow inmate and detailed in an upcoming documentary.
Let’s rewind to the grim beginnings—Naso, originally from Rochester, New York, was once a school photographer, a father of two, and even a Little League coach, hiding a sinister double life.
By 2013, he was convicted for the murders of four California women, each with matching first and last initials, earning his crimes the chilling moniker “Alphabet Murders.”
The victims—Roxene Roggasch, 18, found near Fairfax in 1977; Carmen Colon, 22, discovered in Port Costa in 1978; Pamela Parsons, 38, located in Yuba County in 1993; and Tracy Tafoya, 31, also in Yuba County in 1994—paint a horrifying picture of targeted brutality.
Yet, according to inmate Bill Noguera, who endured over a decade of conversations with Naso, this was just the tip of a blood-soaked iceberg.
Noguera, imprisoned since 1988 for a separate crime, spilled that Naso bragged about a total of 26 murders, casually referring to 10 as his personal “Greatest Hits.”
Adding a grotesque layer, Naso reportedly fumed over one of his killings being credited to another notorious predator, Rodney Alcala, known as “The Dating Game Killer.” “That really bothered him,” Noguera told Vanity Fair, highlighting Naso’s obsession with claiming his depraved legacy.
What kind of ego trips over misattributed murder? It’s a stark reminder of how these predators crave control, even over their infamy, while society grapples with the wreckage they leave behind.
Naso didn’t just kill—he staged his horror shows, taking photos of at least six victims posed as if dead before finishing the act, a detail that chills the spine.
He even admitted to luring 19-year-old Pamela Lambson in 1977 by posing as the Oakland A’s photographer, promising fame. “She just drove me crazy about being an entertainer,” Naso reportedly sneered, per Noguera, revealing a sick manipulation of trust.
After raping and murdering Lambson, whom he dubbed the “Girl from Berkeley,” he posed her body against a tree, gloating, “Now she’s getting all the exposure she needs.” This isn’t just crime; it’s a perverse theater of cruelty that mocks any progressive notion of “understanding” such monsters.
Naso’s hunting ritual was as calculated as it was creepy—he’d cruise for victims while blaring “Riders on the Storm” by The Doors, fixated on lyrics about a killer on the road.
Meanwhile, suspicions once tied him to another set of “Alphabet Murders” in Rochester, New York, during the 1970s, involving three young girls with matching initials, though DNA evidence cleared him of those crimes.
As a new documentary, “Death Row Confidential: Secrets of a Serial Killer,” prepares to air on Oxygen on September 13, 2025, one thing is clear—Naso’s story is a grim warning against underestimating the evil lurking behind a seemingly normal facade, a lesson some modern policies on crime and punishment might do well to heed.
