Lived on Shirley Avenue from 1976 - 1982
Aug 4, 2016 19:26:34 GMT
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Post by shirleyaveseer on Aug 4, 2016 19:26:34 GMT
This maniac tried to ruin our lives from 1977 - 1982. I was 12 - 17 years old and my mother was in her early to mid thirties during this time. My mother looked in her 20's as she was extremely beautiful and was the eye of many men. During this time:
Around 1977 I was talking to my mother in our living room late at night. For whatever reason our curtain was open at that time and my mother was facing the window as we discussed the days events. All of a sudden her face turned pale, her mouth fell open and she started gasping loudly in fear and pointed at the window. My step father came running, looked out the window and then closed the curtain, ran and got his gun and proceeded to secure the house and property perimeter. This happened on multiple occasions, and with each time my mother experienced a nervous breakdown and having to be heavily medicated and committed to a mental health ward at American River Hospital or other local institutions.
My mother swears a house behind us was hit by EAR, even though it never has been listed by the media, police reports or internet sites. She said it back then and later over the years, and she's steadfast in her belief based upon the neighborhood discussions
After the first episode we bought another German Shepard and after the second episode one of our neighborhood friends came over to show my mother how to shoot a pistol. She was that scared she was going to be one of the next victims and over time it became clear she was probably right.
Having 2 full grown German Shepards, with one being hyper-aggressive (Attack dog/police dog breed) had its advantages. When there was noises outside at night, or after one of these events mentioned above my step father would let the dogs outside as he ensured the home permiter was secured. And on many occasions at night, including times when us kids were alone, the dogs would shake, their hair would raise up and they would emit the deepest and scariest of growls as they moved around the house following whatever was outside. This was much different then when they smelt a cat or dog, which would normally result in squealing and barking. My parents would always leave the dogs in the house when we left for an hour or a weekend, and now I can understand and comprehend why.
Sometime around 1977 to 1979 we started receiving late night phone calls and hangups on our answer machine. We as kids didn't normally answer those calls and I'm not sure my parents did either. However, I remember waking up one time late at night to my mother talking and screaming at somebody on the phone. She was calling him every choice name in the book, telling him never to call here again and showing whoever it was the least amount of respect. Given my mother was divorced from my father and they weren't on good terms I thought it was my father. However, I soon realized she was talking to the EAR or somebody else that she thought was him.
Around 1978 or early 1979 the late night calls continued and I answered the phone around 9 or 10pm at night on a Friday or Saturday night. This time the caller did not hang up nor did he say anything. I chuckled and asked if it was my friend Matt calling me. The caller laughed at me and then in a somewhat of an electrified voice said something that was very odd that when younger I could remember but now at this time I can't. Even odder and possibly related was the home directly behind my friend Matt's house was one the EAR victims.
In 1982 and while I was attending Marine Corps boot camp (2nd phase) at Camp Pendleton my mother and step father showed up unannounced and I was instructed to meet her by my Series Commander. I met with them and listened in horror as they described to me a phone call my mother received where the caller at night had stated to her that I had died in boot camp training. That caused them to leave in the middle of the night and drive from Carmichael to San Diego in search of me. They looked tired and scared when I met with them and assured them I was fine and nothing would happen to me in Marine Basic training.
So, that's my story. Over these last couple of years I've done some deep contemplation of my childhood and these events. I shut them out of my mind for years, as it really destroyed my mother and made our lives hell during that time. But I'm tired of carrying this around and I wanted to let it out. Additionally, I have my own suspicions on at least one person during my childhood that I think might have had some part in these attacks. This person would have been 17 when the attacks started and 19 when the last attacks occurred in the Sacramento area. He was ~ 5'9", blonde/dirty brown hair, strong and fast, a hunter and he did know how to tie knots and hog tie extremely well. He was sadistic as he was abused as a child and he shared many of the same traits I've read about. I've given some basic info to the FBI recently, but I haven't heard back. Maybe I'm just too close to this emotionally, but I really feel there may be some connection based these traits and other childhood events.
Here's to hoping we catch this maniac soon. Whatever I can do to help, please ask.
Shirley Ave Seer
Around 1977 I was talking to my mother in our living room late at night. For whatever reason our curtain was open at that time and my mother was facing the window as we discussed the days events. All of a sudden her face turned pale, her mouth fell open and she started gasping loudly in fear and pointed at the window. My step father came running, looked out the window and then closed the curtain, ran and got his gun and proceeded to secure the house and property perimeter. This happened on multiple occasions, and with each time my mother experienced a nervous breakdown and having to be heavily medicated and committed to a mental health ward at American River Hospital or other local institutions.
My mother swears a house behind us was hit by EAR, even though it never has been listed by the media, police reports or internet sites. She said it back then and later over the years, and she's steadfast in her belief based upon the neighborhood discussions
After the first episode we bought another German Shepard and after the second episode one of our neighborhood friends came over to show my mother how to shoot a pistol. She was that scared she was going to be one of the next victims and over time it became clear she was probably right.
Having 2 full grown German Shepards, with one being hyper-aggressive (Attack dog/police dog breed) had its advantages. When there was noises outside at night, or after one of these events mentioned above my step father would let the dogs outside as he ensured the home permiter was secured. And on many occasions at night, including times when us kids were alone, the dogs would shake, their hair would raise up and they would emit the deepest and scariest of growls as they moved around the house following whatever was outside. This was much different then when they smelt a cat or dog, which would normally result in squealing and barking. My parents would always leave the dogs in the house when we left for an hour or a weekend, and now I can understand and comprehend why.
Sometime around 1977 to 1979 we started receiving late night phone calls and hangups on our answer machine. We as kids didn't normally answer those calls and I'm not sure my parents did either. However, I remember waking up one time late at night to my mother talking and screaming at somebody on the phone. She was calling him every choice name in the book, telling him never to call here again and showing whoever it was the least amount of respect. Given my mother was divorced from my father and they weren't on good terms I thought it was my father. However, I soon realized she was talking to the EAR or somebody else that she thought was him.
Around 1978 or early 1979 the late night calls continued and I answered the phone around 9 or 10pm at night on a Friday or Saturday night. This time the caller did not hang up nor did he say anything. I chuckled and asked if it was my friend Matt calling me. The caller laughed at me and then in a somewhat of an electrified voice said something that was very odd that when younger I could remember but now at this time I can't. Even odder and possibly related was the home directly behind my friend Matt's house was one the EAR victims.
In 1982 and while I was attending Marine Corps boot camp (2nd phase) at Camp Pendleton my mother and step father showed up unannounced and I was instructed to meet her by my Series Commander. I met with them and listened in horror as they described to me a phone call my mother received where the caller at night had stated to her that I had died in boot camp training. That caused them to leave in the middle of the night and drive from Carmichael to San Diego in search of me. They looked tired and scared when I met with them and assured them I was fine and nothing would happen to me in Marine Basic training.
So, that's my story. Over these last couple of years I've done some deep contemplation of my childhood and these events. I shut them out of my mind for years, as it really destroyed my mother and made our lives hell during that time. But I'm tired of carrying this around and I wanted to let it out. Additionally, I have my own suspicions on at least one person during my childhood that I think might have had some part in these attacks. This person would have been 17 when the attacks started and 19 when the last attacks occurred in the Sacramento area. He was ~ 5'9", blonde/dirty brown hair, strong and fast, a hunter and he did know how to tie knots and hog tie extremely well. He was sadistic as he was abused as a child and he shared many of the same traits I've read about. I've given some basic info to the FBI recently, but I haven't heard back. Maybe I'm just too close to this emotionally, but I really feel there may be some connection based these traits and other childhood events.
Here's to hoping we catch this maniac soon. Whatever I can do to help, please ask.
Shirley Ave Seer