Category Archives: unsolved mystery

Manhunter – SRHM.

Believe it or not, for those who knew me in my younger days.I was a former amateur sleuth! (crossing eyes). Now, Going back four decades ago when Mr. Z was haunting the SF Bay Area around with his taunts of ‘the joys of killing’ bragging to the Chronicle with making his murders looking like a few fake accidents, etc, a string of unsolved murders had taken place in rural Sonoma County along the Franz Valley Road and Bennett Valley areas north of Santa Rosa. The bodies of 6 young females between the ages of 12 to 22 had been found nude and had signature marks of strangulation and a few cases – styrichnine poisoning – in ditches, ravines just off the isolated roadways in than years time between December 1972 to December 1973, where the last victim Theresa Diane Walsh was found naked and hogtied in a creek with a lump of her flesh intact with a fallen tree log in the water. It was a dark time for Santa Rosa residents, unaware of a maniacal specter  on the loose in their community, hunting for more victims. The murders became infamous and known as The Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Murders. Twice I visited Franz Valley Road, a not well road known to travel on, in search for clues and my own personal quest and partial research to find a solution in solving one of Northern California’s so called Ted Bundy crimes. “Ted” was looked into as a culprit into the SHRM, once, the day after his execution at Florida State Penitentiary and just four years ago. Primed Suspect of the Zodiac Killings, Arthur Leigh Allen was looked into as a culprit, but was removed as a suspect in both the Z killings and the SRHM while being incarcerated at Atascadero State Hospital. For those not familiar with the case, visit Deborah Silva’s website click on here for more info.

 

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The final call of the lizard king.

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.” – James Douglas Morrison.
Jim Morrison death on New York Post
Jim Morrison(born James Douglas Morrison of Melbourne, Florida born Dec 8,1943). A true prophet and musician.
It was July 4th, 1971 the world had learned of the death of a Irish American poet known as Jim Morrison in Paris, France.  He was said to die of a heart attack in his bathtub on the early morning of July 3,1971. Know one really knows for sure. It was reported to a very few people in the days before Jim Morrison’s alleged death that he had been introduced to smack,or horse aka heroin by soul mate Courson(supposedly both Jim and Pamela were married, but no marriage document has ever been found to back up this claim as that of Jim and a rock n’ roll magazine critic Patricia Keanneley were engaged in a wiccan hand fast wedding ritual).
What makes the heroin story interesting is at times during his last year while living in France, Jim Morrison had checked in a medical clinic in Europe after gurgling clots of blood seeping from his nostrils and mouth while complaining of shallow breathing with chest pressure. The most bizarre is the night before his death, Jim attended The Rock N’ Roll Circus a  known rave to the underworld and musicians.  While spending a real blast, he  had been inducing a suffice quality of smack that he was stoned high and passed out and even in fatal:overdosed. That is when supposedly a few pals of his lifted him back home to his Paris suite.
This is what happened accordingly to conflicting stories:
Jim and Pam watched some of the singers home made videos then went to sleep. Pamela heard often Jim coughing out loud in the bathroom and heard him complaining of snorting out blood clots but then told her he’d be alright. In between July 2 and the early twilight hours of July 3,1971, Jim had spend his last minutes or final hour in the bathroom at the Paris suite in the bathtub filled with water to chill out the effects of heroin.  Pamela entered and found her boyfriend laying there. She told him to wake up when she first thought he was asleep. But then she saw his eyes opened and thought it was one of his usual jokes. Finally she noticed a large amounts of pink colored clots of blood in the pool and blood mucus under Jim’s nostrils.
Had she became frantic? Pamela waited a long period of time before a doctor was dispatched to the scene where he found Jim laying in the tub and lifted him out and into the bedroom where resuscitation was performed. A French policeman arrived at the Paris suite finding  Jim Morrison laying dead on top of his bed. He had began to jot down questions to Pamela, the doctor and three of her and Jim’s friends in France(who had been called at the scene first after Pam became hysterical). No pulse was found in spite of many attempts to revive Jim Morrison. The doctor only gave a certificate of death. One thing was missing: The known cause of death of Jim Morrison.
By this time, rumors of Jim Morrison death had spread out on the airwaves. The Electra label record company in London called The Doors manager Bill Siddons for confirmation. In turn, Siddons phoned the group’s keyboardist, Ray Manzereck,who asked Siddons to make a flight trip to Paris for an official record.
Given to a  state of mind of Pamela Courson, nobody for sure knows for exact certain of what really happened that early morning of July 3,1971. After all she was a well known smack addict and she had a lot to hide to give a accurate statement to the police that evening. Any self-incriminating evidence of herself to being a user of heroin and contributing to the substance to a person who had died as a result would of cost her time in the French prison for homicide.
In this circumstance, no autopsy is required by law in France if a unknown cause of death is listed by a doctor.
Bill Siddons finally made it to Paris three days later on July 6,1971 only to find Pamela in the suite in distraught standing near a sealed up coffin. He did not attempt to open the coffin lid himself because of well tight screws to prevent decay odor of a corpse to seep through, if there was any inside.
The following day July 7th, James Douglas Morrison, co-founder of The Doors, poet and philosopher was buried in Père-Lachaise Cemetery ,the well known cemetery where  Renaissance artists and the infamous are buried. Considering there is no official record of death by a coroner autopsy, Jim Morrison is alive and living somewhere away from the world as he wanted to be: in recluse.
In 2000 some online users at the old The Doors official website message board(http://www.thedoors.com/wall) offered speculation that inside the coffin of  Jim Morison was stones buried inside equal to his own body weight.  Perception can be deceiving.
If he is dead for sure, his music and talent will never expire; it continues. Here is a man who gave to many and asked a very little in return.

 

A spirit of a dead girl in a well?

It was nearly 25 years ago when I was walking up this hill that is located outside my former work place. It is about over a hundred yards from the shed to this concealed water well. It was covered with cement because no service of water was needed for irrigation. The canal nearby was completely empty. It was almost 5 P.M. just one day after Christmas that I was curious how it looked up real close when I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I could hear a little girl moaning ,”help me” from inside this location. In response I automatically yelled, ” Hello?!” without any clear conscious of why I would do a such thing. “Somebody help me…Mommy! ” followed by  a sob. ‘What the heck’ I thought. I thought I was going insane by listening to something that at first wasn’t there. So I walked away and tried to shake the shouting from my head. I thought for sure if it didn’t go away, I may of went mad. The further I walked away the more girlish yelling I could hear. Then I walked back towards the well and suddenly the sobbing became gentile. I became scarce that maybe there was a ghost of a girl who could of very well fell in it in past time. Then this voice said, “I’m going to tell my mommy you hurt me.” A aggressive sound of tantrum erupted so I decided this whole thing was inside my head because this had to be a fragment of my imagination. The next day I went to those scan projectors at the local library where somebody could look for a old newspaper article
for a missing girl in my area. There was a handful of missing girls for so many months and years in the entire tri-valley region. It was 1991, and in the 1980’s there was so many girls who was declared missing, abducted and ended up murdered for some. To me at the time that a missing girl from Antioch in 1983 seven years earlier was abducted around Thanksgiving and found dead near a dump site outside the city. She lived in a neighborhood that is almost parallel to a canal. By coincidence the voice I heard was just near a canal but in a different location which isn’t really that far, because Brentwood(where I lived and worked) and Antioch(the city where the murdered girl lived) is about 10 minutes from each other. The eerie feeling that perhaps one of these girls could of been held against her will by a elusive killer who left her for dead in this well. The well I should mention wasn’t concealed until sometime during the 80’s. Could it be possible that what I heard that day was a soul of a dead girl as what I heard, “I’m going to tell mommy you hurt me?” If it was foul play, then the killer was very familiar with the location. There could be a serial child abductor who lived in Brentwood. The well as of the past two decades has been totally torn down due to housing development in that area. Nobody else who worked at the irrigation district had ever reported hearing or seeing anything that was deemed as a ghost shouting or a sighting,except myself. If anybody besides me who heard what I heard probably never told about it out of fear. There is no other explanation why this girl would say of what she said.