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  • Jun 28, 2025
  • 4 min read

Updated: Apr 22


He struck at night, left no trace, and may have spared your life—if you played jazz.


Long before New Orleans became the playground of second lines, daiquiris, and dramatic murder mystery parties, it was home to one of America’s most terrifying true crime sagas: The Axeman of New Orleans.


Between 1918 and 1919, a still-unknown figure stalked the Crescent City under cover of darkness, breaking into homes, attacking innocent people with an axe in their beds—and then vanishing without a trace. His crimes sent a wave of terror through the city, not just for their brutality, but for the bizarre improvised nature of the murders.


The killer carefully broke into the victims homes, and chose weapons he found on their property. (Finding no obvious weapons in the house of pregnant Anna Schneider, he brutally attacked her with a table lamp. Luckily, she survived and gave birth to a healthy child two days later----causing some to dub this the "Axe Man baby").


🎷 The Killer with a Taste for Jazz

The killer's improvisational style may have gone hand-in-hand with a love of jazz music---known for its improvisations along a theme.


In March of 1919, the Axeman sent a letter to a local newspaper. He described himself as not human, but a "spirit and a demon of the hottest hell", and mocked the police, whom he said knew better than to even try to catch him.

He announced he would strike again. Handily, he gave everyone the date and time so they could take precautions: 12:30am on a Tuesday. However, he said he would not touch those playing jazz music in their homes that night.

“I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared… if jazz is being played.”

He threatened the entire city of New Orleans… unless people threw a jazz party.


The result? On the night of March 19, New Orleans became one giant jazz club. Every house, every parlor, every speakeasy flooded the streets with music. Dance halls were full. Bands were hired on the spot. Even terrified households played records on repeat until sunrise.


And it worked. Probably not the only time in New Orleans history, jazz saved the day, and stopped a murder, and... well, that's the legend. But the truth may be funnier than that.


Do we really believe the Axe Man was twisting his moustache, writing letters goading the police? It would be very unusual for a killer of his profile. And it would make him a rarely talented individual---quite handy with tools (chiseling open door panels to crawl inside people's homes), but quite keen of phrase!


If we instead imagine a jazz musician, bar owner, or other creative self-promoter wanted to turn the slowest night of the week into the busiest night in decades, they were the unsung hero to many.


And in the most New Orleans twist of all: A city threatened with death threw a party instead.

We stopped a serial killer with jazz---if only for a night.


🔪 The Murders

The Axeman’s reign lasted from May 1918 to October 1919 and claimed at least six confirmed victims, with others gravely injured. His M.O. was eerily consistent:

  • He entered homes by chiseling a panel out of a back door—usually one that had been locked.

  • He used the victim’s own axe, left somewhere on the property.

  • He killed quickly and often without robbing or disturbing anything else.

  • Victims were typically Italian grocers and their families, though the motive was never clearly racial or financial.

  • There was little in the way of forensic evidence (policework of the time period left a lot to be desired).

Some notable cases:


💀 Joseph & Catherine Maggio (May 23, 1918)

Attacked in their bed, throats violently slashed. A straight razor was found nearby. It had been taken from their own house. A message was scrawled on the wall:

“Mrs. Joseph Maggio will sit up tonight just like Mrs. Toney.”

Cryptic. Chilling. Never explained.


💀 Louis Besumer & Harriet Lowe (June 1918)

Survived an attack in the back of his grocery store. Lowe first blamed an unknown assailant. She then shockingly recanted, and said the killer was Louis Besumer, her live-in lover, and that he was a German spy. Authorities searched Besumer's belongings and found strange letters written in multiple languages, like German and Russian. Besumer was arrested and convicted of being the Axe Man killer, and sent to do hard labor in prison. But as the Axe Man continued to strike, he was ultimately exonerated. But did he kill his lover? Was a German spy? While not so implausible, this fascinating footnote remains a mystery.


💀 Mike Pepitone (October 1919)

A large, ax-wielding man fled the blood-spattered bedroom of a dying Mike Pepitone, as his wife Esther entered the room. She could tell the authorities only that it was a big man.


🕵️ Theories & Suspects

Despite the panic, police patrols, and many false arrests, the Axeman of New Orleans was never caught. Theories abound:

  • Some claim he was a blackmailer and extortionist targeting Italian business owners

  • A demented musician, who saw killing as a twisted form of improvisation?

  • Author Hildred Rex wrote his fictional novella A Slinking Agent of the Devil at 3am based on actual research about a New Orleans doctor, who returned from World War I with serious head trauma, right before the Axe Man's killing spree began.

  • A couple of the attacks seem like copycat crimes, making it harder to tie to any on culprit.

Some claim he fled. Others say he died. A few suggest he just moved on and continued his spree in the next town.


One thing’s certain: The case remains unsolved. And the Axeman became the Jack the Ripper of New Orleans—our city’s most chilling unsolved mystery.


🎭 A Legend That Lives On

The Axeman's story has become part of New Orleans folklore—featured in books, podcasts, ghost tours, and even pop culture (American Horror Story: Coven, as the Jazzman Axeman).



🕯️ Final Thought: Mystery, Music, and Mayhem

The Axeman remains a symbol of New Orleans at its eeriest—where murder isn’t a story too horrible to tell... but a tale too strange not to share.

 
 
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