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What’s Next?

Real lawyer was real and I’ve got the feelings about it but I knew this was a possibility from the start and I’m thankful to have had so many years with you amazing readers, reading along with me.  A rare adventure I will cherish.

Ted is old news anyway.  There’s a new killer in town and there’s a case that I’ve been fascinated with since the beginning of the year.  I’ve even stooped to reading gossip that can’t possibly be confirmed.

The murders of Abby Williams and Libby German.

This case hit me in the feels.  When I was their age, my best friend and I would adventure in the woods near my house.  We would walk around her neighborhood on the army base without a care in the world.  If we had camera phones and Snapchat back then, I’m sure we would have taken similar pictures. Every summer we’d sleep in and then walk to the pool.  No adults really checked in with us until after they got off work. I supposed if we hadn’t been home by then, they would have raised an alarm.  Much like Abby and Libby, we might have been long gone.

What’s scary is that there’s audio clips of the killer along with pictures and it’s rumored that there’s a lot more on the girls’ phones.  What’s even scarier? The killer has yet to be caught.

Hit me with what you know, what are your theories and tell me someone has an insight to what’s what on this because I’m obsessed.

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Chapter 17….Part 1

Alright, I’ve dragged this out and honestly, I’m sad to start posting chapter 17 because that’s it. That’s the last chapter.  Something I started doing years ago will be over.  I thought I’d be excited to finish but I’m sad.  Perhaps it’s the events of the last week and then some.  I’m only going to torture you guys a tiny bit.  Part one will post today and Part two will post next week.  And that will be all our Liz wrote.  At least that we know of.



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Discussion time! Ted on Liz

Fear not my fellow crime buffs, chapter 9 will go up this weekend!

In the meantime, I was replying to a comment and had a great idea for a discussion topic. Of all the police interviews, at the beginning and especially towards the end when he was close to execution, I don’t think anyone asked him about his years with Liz. We’ve heard him talk about murders, porn, being a serial killer. But what I wish we had were his deep dark thoughts on Liz. What was it about her that made him keep her around? What value did she bring to his life? In the book, Liz talks about how he had urges to kill her and Tina, even foiling his own attempt once.

I know a lot of people say she reminded him of Stephanie. But he relied on Liz for a lot. He willingly took her on trips, he spent time with Tina. And he trusted her enough to open up about his morbid sexual fantasies as well.

Wouldn’t you love to hear him talk for an hour on their relationship? From what you’ve read so far, what do you think he would say about her?


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Just Remember

I get so many hits from my Ted blog.  And then I remember the book is out of print and hella expensive.  It’s not like you can get it on Amazon for a dollar like most books.  How does a book get out of print?  Were there not many copies bought?  It seems like that would have been a popular book.  Those types of books are crazy popular now.  Any one can write a book these days.  It’s so easy to buy books now too.

I’m a major book worm.  I read really fast so it’s an expensive hobby.  I had boxes and boxes of books but this year, I went through them all and donated about 250 to the local library.  It’s sad walking into a library now.  More dvds than books.  Empty shelves.  I used to love going there as a kid.  I’d just walk from stack to stack, pulling out any book that caught my eye.  My dad would follow me patiently, carrying my insane amount of books.  My hometown library will always have a special place in my heart.

The Ted book is one of my prized possessions.  Not because of the price but because of the insight.  It irks me that he wasn’t locked up in some super secure plastic bubble where we could poke and prod and study him.  There’s so many unanswered questions.  And not just my own selfish ones.  But families out there with missing girls.  That’s so heartbreaking.

I see stories all the time in the news about missing girls.  Vanished into thin air.  They get their 15 seconds of air time and then they are forgotten.  Not just by the general media but from people right there in the thick of things.  I know because I’ve seen it.

A girl went missing in the town that I grew up in.  I was very young but her younger brother and I were only a few years apart.  I’d heard rumors about girls going missing.  It was your typical small town rumors.  Bambi was in the water tower.  To this day, I cannot find one single record about a girl named Bambi going missing.  But I do know there was a real girl.  There were whispers.  “That’s her brother.”  I didn’t really know the details until years later.

In high school, I dated his best friend and was friends with his girlfriend.  We all went to prom together and we went by his house for his mom to see us all dressed up.  That was the first time I’d ever met someone who lost a daughter to something so brutal and so horrible and so evil.  Mind you, this was 15 or so years later.  Their house was a shrine to her.  Pictures all over the place.  She’d never gotten over her grief.  Soon after her daughter went missing, she pulled her other kids out of school.  Eventually they went back but she was a wreck when any of them left the house.  She slept on the couch.  She could barely look at us.  I had no idea how to react or what to say or do.  I was really shocked.

For the sake of privacy, I’m going to call her Michelle.  Michelle was a beautiful girl.  And your typical teenager.  That day…she skipped school.  Something we all did.  Something I never thought twice about.  She walked down the hall and out the back door.  A door I’d used a million times.  She walked the same street that I’d walked home on countless times.

A serial killer from Texas rode into town in his RV for a chiropractic appointment.  Pure chance.  Pure coincidence.  We don’t know if he grabbed her or if she willingly took the ride.  It was a time where small towns were safe.  Everyone knew everyone.  And if you didn’t know someone, you assumed that someone else did.  It wasn’t a town that people traveled to for fun.  But all the same, she didn’t live another day.  She was raped and murdered and left in the woods and by the time a hunter stumbled over her remains, only a jaw bone was left.

Michelle is buried next to my grandfather.  Every time I visited him, I’d sit for a few minutes with her grave as well.  I didn’t know her but it broke my heart to think that she was a piece of our town that was forgotten.  The only time she was mentioned was when people talked about the rumor that her body was found behind the school.  That wasn’t true.  Not a person other than her family knew was really happened to her.

I do because I cared.  Every so often, I’d google her name.  One day a few years ago, I got lucky.  I found an article that mentioned her name.  It was about her killer.  And his execution.  It also mentioned the name of the detective that had worked the killer’s case.  He was sure that this man had killed Michelle.  I had to know more.  I looked up where he worked.  I emailed their police station.  It was a few weeks before he called me.  I explained awkwardly who I was and how I knew about Michelle.  I was nervous that he would think I was completely nutters but he understood.  He told me what he knew about this man.  And filled in the blanks about Michelle’s last day and her death.  He’d wanted to talk to Michelle’s parents but had never heard back from them.  He wondered if I could pass along the message.

Boy was that the weirdest Myspace message I ever sent.  “So hey remember me? I dated so and so and we went to prom together.  This might be really weird but so I’ve got this sort of passion and your sister is buried next to my grandfather and long story short, I know who killed her and I’m not sure what your family knows but the detective would like to speak with you so here’s his number, please don’t hate me.”

He did know about her killer.  In fact, his parents attended his execution.  He wasn’t exactly thrilled about me bringing this up but would pass along the number.  I haven’t talked to the detective since but I was so impressed that he cared enough to still want to give closure 15 years after Michelle was murdered.  Like I said before, not every family gets that.  Closure certainly isn’t peace.  Knowing the details of how your daughter died is a double edged sword.  Michelle’s mother never came back from that day.  Even after knowing.  Even after the man was executed.  I would have moved away.  But I guess, there’s no real moving away from something like that.

I feel like part of being in this world is remembering those who don’t get to be.

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The Phantom Prince

I was sneaking into my mom’s closet to read true crime books before I hit the double digits.  Polly Klaas was kidnapped when I was 9 years old.  It was the first time that I learned that little girls could be taken into the night by monsters.  It wasn’t long after that I started my closet raid, in hopes to understand why these things happened.  I thought that if I read enough about it, I would one day understand the minds of monsters.  I only learned that it didn’t matter if it was your birthday slumber party.  It didn’t matter if you still had traces of Halloween makeup on your face.  It didn’t matter that your friends were tied up or that your mom and brother slept near by.  Monsters were real and they could get you at any time.  As I grew up and read more books and more cases, I leaned that monsters could be your own family.  Your own spouse. Your own friends.  They didn’t have to be strangers.

They could be outwardly charming and handsome men.  Like Ted Bundy.  He was before my time and my mom tells me that my dad wouldn’t let me watch any news reports on his execution and always changed the channel to protect me from those kinds of things.  Unlike Polly, I’ve only read about Bundy’s case.  I watched Polly’s death unfold as Richard Allen Davis was caught and tried for murder and put on death row.  When I was in high school, my mom gave me A Stranger Beside Me.  All accounts I read talk about how Bundy was handsome.  Good looking.  All American guy.  And oh how he was charming and sweet and smart.  He was a young Republican, you know.  My start and garters, he even worked for a suicide hotline.

I’ve always thought that if I’d met Bundy in real life, I would have known instantly that he was a monster.  Appearances wouldn’t have fooled me.  But when you look at everyone who came into contact with him, they didn’t know the utterly horrid things he was doing to young girls and young woman across the country.  Would I really have been able to see what no one else could have?  I’ll never know.  Ted Bundy had a girlfriend through a lot of his killing years.  Elizabeth Kloepfer.  She wrote a book under the name Elizabeth Kendall.  It’s called The Phantom Prince; My Life With Ted Bundy.  I received this book as a gift for my birthday.  It’s out of print and rather rare so I was thrilled to read it.  And I’ve had the experience of reading it twice, at two very different points in my life.

The first time I read it, I was mesmerized.  This was the woman that Bundy came home to after the things he did.  Things being the raping and the murdering.  And sometimes the going back to see his victims after they were dead to rape them or wash their hair or put makeup on them.  Elizabeth, Liz as she’s called, met Ted Bundy in a bar one night.  She took him home that night, even stopping to pick up her young daughter Tina.  After that, the relationship took off.  It seems as if Ted filled in the father shoes for young Tina.  Although Liz admits others thought he was a bit hard on Tina.  Once they went to the lake and Ted was in a raft, rowing and Tina was swimming behind and when they got to shore, Tina was exhausted and crying because Ted wouldn’t let her in the raft.  It sort of mirrors when he snatched a young girl, took her to a motel, raped her and then drowned her.

The second time I read it, I was educated.  I had two degrees and am in the middle of a Master’s in Forensic Psychology.  I had a better idea of what to look for, how to read things she said.  The first time, I was scared after reading it.  The second I was disgusted at Liz for continuing to sleep with Ted even after she turned him in three separate times and knew the things he did.   How could you tell your nine year old daughter that the man she knew growing up had raped and murdered girls?  And then turn around and stay with him, support him through a trial?  Ted burned a victim’s head in Liz’s fireplace.  How could she not have had an inkling that this man was bad?  She knew he stole everything he owned.  He would blow up at her and then come crawling back and she would just take him back.  He went on “hunting” trips for victims or repeat visits to his dumping grounds upwards of 260 miles away.  How could he disappear so often and she not be suspicious?

At the end of the book, I realized that after she wrote that book, she still loved him.  She still idealized their time together.  She had inserts from his letters to her.  The parts she chose to write about were always him professing his love for her.   It was like she wanted to prove to the world that sure, he was a monster but he LOVED her.  HER.  Not Stephanie, not Kim and not Carole but HER.   The title says it all.  Phantom Prince.  Prince…. After all he’d done, he was still her prince.  Her white knight.  Her outrage, clearly in that passage was about the lies about their relationship.  Not the women who were raped and murdered by the man she loved.

I’ll be very clear, her own words stated that they had sex even after she knew about his crimes.  I don’t care if you are an alcoholic, a drug addict or whatever but that is just insane.  Insane. There’s no other words to describe it.  She’d been the one who turned him in to TWO states.  She’d even called her father to talk to someone to get the police to listen to her.  And after all that, she took him to her parents house and declared that they were getting hitched.  Her friends turned against her.  The love of her life was a man who kidnapped a girl 30 feet from her sorority house.  He kidnapped a woman who’s fiancé had seen her get onto an elevator and a colleague saw her get off.  He snatched her between the time the colleague saw her get off the elevator and her room.  Those two facts alone are beyond scary.

Even in the end, after Florida where he’d killed a twelve year old girl, she ignored the pleas of her current boyfriend and accepted calls from Bundy.  And what did he do?  He admitted the time he tried to kill her and Tina.  Did she turn off her love for him then?  Nope.  Because even the end of the book fawns over his love for her.  The beginning of the book says she wants to tell her story.  There was very little about how she felt about her daughter’s life being in danger or her own life.   No real musings on hind sight, what she should have seen.  I really think that she looked back and just saw that Ted Bundy, Monster, loved her.  How incredibly sad.

Her last words in this book were, “The tragedy is that this warm and loving man is driven to kill.”  No, the tragedy is that countless women were kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered.  Countless families weren’t able to bring their babies home because he hid them away.  The tragedy was that a twelve year old, barely older than her own daughter Tina, had to have her life ended in such a brutal way.  The tragedy is that Tina will always know the things her mother did with Ted Bundy because here it is, in print.

Liz, Tina, Carole Ann Boone and Rosa (I’ve read that’s what their daughter’s name was) are all living anonymous lives.  Even with all the true crime shows and channels, none have been found although, I’m not sure anyone is looking for them.  I wonder, like others, if Rosa even knows who her father is.  Diane Downs’ daughter knows and she struggled for years with that information.  A cruel boyfriend showed her the made for tv movie about her.  I also wonder what Rosa thinks about Carole and her choices. Or Liz and her choices.  I wonder if Rosa and Tina know each other.  But I’m also glad they aren’t all over the news and the internet.  The way every public person is scrutinized and every breath they take analyses.   Not knowing who they are means I can imagine them with happy lives despite their mothers’ choices.



*Edited 5/20/2014—-Almost 2000 people have read this post.  Years later, this is still a little mind blowing.  An average of 13 people per day read this post.  Thanks to all you snazzy readers!  But if I can be a little pushy, I do have other posts.  Other cases I’ve talked about.  Don’t be afraid to pop on over and read them.

The biggest question I’m asked on here is if I’m posting the book.  I still haven’t gotten an answer on if I can legally.  Or if I’d just get a C&D and a slap on the wrist.  I think this post being years old and you guys are still reading it says there’s an interest in the book.  What do you guys think?*

Edit 7/6/2-14—— If you go to my newest post as of today, there’s something really interesting posted.  It looks like it might be…chapter one 😉


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