EAR/ONS– Michael Myers Still Walks. . .

Sorta . . .

I suppose I best elaborate on here a little. I wrote and submitted another report, a 7 page thesis laying out the reasons to pursue another POI in the case of the East Area Rapist/Original Night Stalker. It did its job. The POI will be sampled for DNA.

I hoped it would be the last report I would write, but today I continue to write another report. There is no negative DNA match. It is too early to tell. But I am putting my ducks in a row, so to speak.

Sometimes I fear I am identifying the subjects of some of the EAR composites. I have canvased the areas in question so minutely, and uncovered so many weirdos (aside from those with the connections in the auto industry) that I truly feel some of these composites that circulate as a “suspicious person” at the time can be associated with a block youth who was a little on the strange side.

For instance, my latest POI fit perfectly.   . . .But a color picture recently revealed his eyes are the wrong end of the spectrum. There is a chance, of course, it is him. Little more can be said. DNA ends all speculation. So I write more reports, each one on a POI with all the right connections and attributes.

The process of elimination works only if one accepts the elimination. Without doing that, you cannot move on. I can move on quickly now, one POI after the other. Each interpretation fits. That’s the problem. The evidence can always be interpreted differently. After the elimination, one must re-interpret and try, try again. We’re not proposing pink elephants and purple snakes here. Each POI submitted and being submitted fits in some way or another. Looking like the composites and being weird really isn’t the criterion. There are that many that look like the composites. There are yay so many who were weird.  Bourbon Drive 76

It is the evidence and the clues that lead.

The EAR’s pattern in the East Area did suggest that he was returning  to an area he knew, but didn’t live there at the time, at least not outside of weekend stays at a family rental. He would then have been outside of the dragnet. He would have been the unsuspected. The last POI fit that. For the POI just submitted, a reinterpretation of an individual strike favored him.

After Strike 4, an attack which was not planned, EAR steals the victim’s car and parks it a mile away. Curious. Why stalk the area from such a distance? Del Campo Park area is surrounded by busy streets. But what if he lived in the area and the stolen car was a red herring to make it look like he came from afar? He could then walk home and have misled the police. A wise enough move. After all, it was an opportunistic, messy attack. He may have felt he could be seen or traced back to his nearby home if he simply left and went home.

But EAR also did this at two other attacks– No 8 and No 11. Neither was near to Carmichael. It may just mean he prowled from afar. Thus there would be no history of his own car in the neighborhood, seen during the day.  He stalked the streets only with all those other old cars.  Only on the night of the attack he would come in close, with that VW. No one to see that at night. It was only heard to start after an attack. Since No 4 wasn’t a planned attack, he may have parked far away with his own car.

Possibly. All interpretations fit. One must simply go through the POIs and eliminate each one, each one at a time.

One thing is certain. You cannot be reactive. EAR is not on an old list. He was never suspected. Even his old neighborhood won’t reveal him. I was led to this last POI through my network of evidence. Only one person on the block where he grew up could remember a couple of vignettes involving him. “Weirdness” won’t reveal EAR today, as it didn’t back then. Many “weirdos” were checked out. Only the evidence will lead to him. He was faceless back then. He is faceless today. His true face is really a lot of old cars, dead license plates, and the ability (after the summer of 1977) to drive long distances.

I pine away over the evidence and the clues.  More POIs are being prepared. One by one we’ll get to him.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

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The Report on EAR/ONS

Very rewarding Sunday gathering local color, so to speak, on one of my highly placed POIs within the “nest.” Today I must file my report. Hopefully, this will end it . . . or yet again I need to refine the others. Much cannot be shared, but I did make a sideline trip with an EAR/ONS researcher and we snapped some pics of interest.

The one on the header above is the bloodstain on the driveway of Victim No. 4, where EAR came from the dark side of the garage and took her by surprise, punched her in the nose and broke it. The stain next to it is from car fluids and oil.

I and the other EAR/ONS investigator were plunged back in time to the late 1970s as neighbors spoke. Some of the families had lived on the block in question since the early to mid 1960s. They recalled the panic about EAR. The girls could never walk alone. One spoke of how he was pulled over by a cop who merely looked into the driver’s side and said “OK, you can go.” When he told his parents that a cop pulled him over and he didn’t know why, his mom naturally responded: “Of course, they think EAR has a Volkswagen.”

Complaints about the old windows in the houses surprised both of us. “You could spit on your hands and use them as suction cups,” reported one homeowner. “Just place them against the window, push and lift and then slide them open.”

We assessed a house that could have been EAR’s. My partner was a little more bold than me and peaked through the cracks in the back fence.

After this we detoured to Crestview and visited a couple of the crime scenes. It was a lazy fall Sunday, similar to those when EAR prowled Crestview and made Del Campo Park a hub of his activity. Here he struck his first Carmichael victim along the canal in September 1976, then the 13th on Heathcliff in Feb 1977, then the 17th on tax day 1977 on Cherrelyn.

These two composites below center around Crestview. The one on the left was taken on Bourbon Rd, 1976, and the other on Heathcliff before Attack 13.

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EAR or  . . .not?

The word is that Victim 13’s husband left the side or backdoor unlocked after taking out the trash can. He cautioned his wife about a van parked in the parking lot of Del Campo Park and left. Apparently EAR then jumped the fence and walked into the house through the unlocked door. He took the victim by surprise at the kitchen doorway. She was so mad after the attack that she hit their dog. He was supposed to protect her, but he had not barked or alerted her at all– one of many examples where the house dog didn’t react to EAR’s evil presence.

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On Crestview, looking down Heathcliff.

I had been on the streets before and throughout the park many times years before, but it was always in the present, not the past. Yesterday it was in the past. EAR/ONS’s evil returned. They still believe he is alive, and they still think he was one of the most cunning predators that ever was. Some still boast of bars on their windows.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

Weaving the Net with NorCal Rapist

I spent most of yesterday trying to refine the location of the first strike made by NorCal Rapist in 1991 in Rohnert Park, California. I ended up coming back to the same location I had marked years before based on a news interview with the victim. If this location holds up, we have a startling similarity to the location of NorCal’s final strike in North Natomas on October 16, 2006.

I visited the area of North Natomas on the 13th, just a few days ago, the 11th anniversary of his last strike, and drove the route NorCal must have driven in order to have been captured on the neighbor’s video surveillance camera.

 

As it stands I only know a few of the dates for the attacks, and only two locations precisely, and the Rohnert Park location is still kinda sketchy.

I know NorCal wore a skeleton mask at Halloween 1996 in Martinez. He wore another Halloween or Mardi Gras mask in Davis in 1997 and was captured on ATM video camera wearing it– even flaunting it to the camera.

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This act in itself is illuminating. It tells us that NorCal knew he could not use a mask at an ATM later in the day and not be seen. More definitely, he could not use it later and not be giving away the direction back to his sordid lair. He had to use it shortly after the attack while still relatively dark and before he left Davis. We know he wasn’t local. He drove long distance, thus earning the moniker NorCal for “Northern California.” But he was careful enough to know he couldn’t give away the direction from which he had come.

Altogether clues begin to amalgamate as to his character. The result is we get a very nasty picture of a careful, arrogant, calculating  predator. He liked to taunt his victims. But nothing yet in only the two strike locations tells us how he stalked his intended victims.

There really is no place on Ivycrest (North Natomas) from which he could have watched them. There seems no place on Parkway (Rohnert Park) where he could have done the same there.  There is some other means by which he first saw his intended victims and then learned more about them. More precise information on location is needed still for all of the attacks.

There was once a website listing all the details known. It had been put up by a friend of one of the victims and then it was augmented by Victim 1. Unfortunately it is long gone, and no one has so far contacted me to fill me in on dates and locations and any details NorCal said and did during his attacks.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

EAR/ONS– The Eyes Have It!

As you know if you’ve been following my Twitter or Facebook, I am now making the rounds of NorCal’s crime scenes (those I know so far), but before I post an article about cruising the Ivycrest attack location, I want to share a short article here on EAR’s eyes. Not the eye color. Forget the eye color and all you assume about it.

For the popular sleuth, it is not the color of the eye which is important. It is the shape. Most are looking at black and white photos online. Few artists can guess eye color in B&W. The rest are limited to assessing the shape. But I must caution here. Frankly, I think too much is made of the shape of the eyes. Much is made of the shape because Victim 15 was certain on the type of eyes EAR had. Not color. Shape. She is the only in situ witness.

It is from her that the open face and then the now-popular composite was created.

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But eye shape can change based on widening the eyes or, in the case of the circumstances in which EAR was seen, the tight balaclava pulled back the cheeks and distorted eye shape.

All other sketches thought to possibly represent EAR show narrower eyes. But these were taken in circumstances before-the-fact, and they represent a “suspicious” person in the street the day of or days before the attack. “Suspicious” means it was a young man nobody in the neighborhood knew. Therefore it may not have been EAR.

I still say for those seeking EAR, take in all the circumstances about your POI rather than relying on one feature. However, for those browsing old photos, you might want to take into consideration the shape of the eyes.

Lt. Richard Shelby also insisted that EAR had soft hair, the thin lazy hair with associate with the perfect feathered shag.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

EAR/ONS Update– October Tides

It is amazing how effusive in kindness some who previously disliked me or were lukewarm have been to me after the negative match on RP came back. I can’t understand why some people want this to go on, and apparently some were so relieved that I supposedly failed that they were overjoyed enough to unleash some nice words at me.  The process of elimination is a positive process. One must of necessity be wrong all but the last time. More POIs are being prepared to be put through the process.

I must admit I am grateful I am isolated from toxic fandom. I do have contact with a couple of proboard moderators. They try and keep things sober, which must be a heavy job. One member of the boards snidely inferred recently I was EAR. Snide is the insult of cowards, and he wasn’t even good at it.

What is posted on my blog and site is for the thousands who follow the process, for family members and victims, and the many lurkers who want to avoid toxic fandom and remain updated on my investigation.

. . .So on to more exciting news. You know from what angle I approach EAR’s identity. Others follow. The dragnet at the official level must be continuing, and they are following a very broad but intriguing path to EAR’s identity.

The person being sought has obviously been the unsuspected. This means we should consider ages from 16 to 27. So birth dates between 1950 to 1959. He might have graduated HS early. Some grad at 16 and had time to kick around before getting serious with education and a real job. He might have grad’d at 20. Some do. There is some factor more than EAR’s own calculating precautions that put him outside of the suspect list. He may have lived at a distance from the East Area. He may have been from a moderately affluent background.

We have only that one sketch from Victim 15, and it was aided by a means that is not that inspiring. We then have the sketches from the Maggiore double murders. The other appears to be from Rod Miller, the Ripon Court victim. Only one is definitely of EAR while in action. The others, including all those not listed here, are possibly of other perps or of “suspicious” young men seen in the neighborhoods before-the-fact. I have said it many times, but it bears repeating.

Taken as a whole, we are looking for someone 5 foot 8 to 10 inches tall, blondish- brown hair, a slightly longer face, athletic, agile, but not gym defined musculature. He knew the East Area of Sacramento. This must be added to the clues of the case– auto wrecking, used cars, dealerships, new housing developments/construction/real estate.

As a foretaste of the updated Portrait of Terror, in which I update in details, I include the following map here.

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The stars represent the auto dealerships. They were concentrated in a few places back then. Exclamation points mark the wrecking yards. The 4 pointed stars represent a few significant used car dealerships.  Thus we have the major dealerships on Fulton Avenue, near the East Area, a grouping at Madison and Auburn down to Highway 80, and in the south on Florin Road. The wrecking yards are in Rancho Cordova and in south Sac. on Stockton Blvd. The East Area is practically devoid on dealerships. Watt is in blue, Sunrise is in red. Madison/Manzanita are the T in the center.

If EAR worked for a dealership, this map, of course, highlights that he lived in the East Area and worked nearby on Fulton or Madison, and that he drove Sunrise and Watt frequently going to the wrecking yards in Cordova or than down south to the other dealerships and yards off Stockton and Highway 99.  This would tend to explain why his attacks always gravitate toward Highway 50 and not Highway 80.

Portrait of Terror will update with much more information. But the map above is worth considering in light of the fact that EAR had an unlimited number of used cars and jalopies at his disposal. During his first year he seemed limited to the East Area. But come his second year of terror, he expanded along the highways south and then in his third year finally to the Contra Costa Corridor.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

The Smiling Sadist . . . NORCAL Rapist

It’s time on finally take on this taunting swine. Before he left one victim, after he had subjected her to hours of indignity in her own home, he advised her to keep her doors locked because she was only inviting burglars otherwise. He called another and apologized to her, reaffirming for her personal feeling of value that he knew she was a good person at heart. . . like it had been her fault he had stalked her, learned her residence, and then broke in one night and raped her.

The lead CSI that cued me into this case had told me NORCAL was a “taunter.” He liked to tease and taunt his victims. Tongue-in-cheek, he thought he was being witty with his sarcasm, as his victims lay there gagged, trussed, eyes bulging, wondering if he was going to kill them.

This whole character of taunting comes to life when you study the ATM footage of this creep. This footage was taken in Davis in 1997 after he had left one of his victims and used her ATM card to get cash. He liked to wear masks. He wore a Halloween mask when he struck one victim on Halloween. Here he wears a clear, face distorting mask because he knows the ATM has a camera. He turns, boasting in his way that he has outwitted those who shall see it, flaunting the mask. You can see him smiling.

At least 10 victims between 1991 and 2006. He presumptuously enjoyed it all . . .and he got away.

As I write the introduction to this case study on Q Files, there is much that needs to be done. More details are imperative.  He struck his victims in their homes. Somehow I must uncover at least the street names. This much is necessary because the location will help to determine how he prowled and where he selected his victims to begin with. He struck over a large part of northern California, so that he had some unique method by which he was attracted to potential victims and then learned their locations.

The introduction and the page on his last attack, ironically, will go up first because I know the location and details of the last strike. But the others have been lost, and so far I have not been able to uncover them. Nevertheless, it is time to start the hunt for this dramatic, theatrical rapist.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.

EAR/ONS– Key to Clues . . .

Northern California and Nevada is the same district for the car dealers association. So. Cal has its own association. When you understand this, you can appreciate why lots of northern California dealers spread into Nevada more than treading into southern California. Some went both directions, especially if they started in central California, like Modesto, Fresno, etc, and spread north and south.

For the dealers’ sons, GMI invariably was schedule as the school of choice. General Motors began to insist on it.  For those who still ardently seek the EAR’s map location, you might want to scour the highways between Flint, Michigan, and Lansing/Detroit, inter alia.

Before the sons were old enough for GMI, they did lots of grunt work at the dealership. You started at the bottom and worked up.

Lovelock, Elko, Reno, Carson City, Sparks, South Lake Tahoe, were all fertile fields for California rather than Nevada car dealers. Shipping cars between the dealerships was a daily chore. Some dealers, like my dad, had the AAA franchise, and did all the towing. It is in light of these chores that one can view the scribbled leasing company name and then RENO (scratched out) on the back of the EAR map paper.

The late 1970s was a difficult time for the Bay Area/Sacramento dealers. The mafia, of all people, wanted to corner the market on dealerships. They concentrated on GM. Either they wanted to pressure Detroit or they wanted the northern Cal and Nevada territory.  Eventually one dealer, Plummer, wriggled his way in with Marino, and got evidence on him. Plummer died shortly thereafter by accident. Naturally, everybody suspected a hit. Several dealers sold to the mafia. GM, who had Ok’d the deals, ironically went berserk. This happened to dad with Pontiac in San Francisco and then later he sold Lovelock to a don with whom he was friends, one who liked to bounce my baby sister on his knee.

Dealers had properties in Mexico, rentals and time shares, and other properties. They owned apartments in various towns– boats, planes, trains, automobiles. They ran municipal airports for counties. They had conventions together, trips to Hawaii, etc. One of my sisters won the fishing trophy there while seasick. She merely leaned on the  side of the boat, trying not to heave, and the fish jumped out and onto her hook. She still has the trophy.

Lots of dealers were flyers. Some got life membership in country clubs because they flew the plane with the surveyors inside working out the plans for development.

Dealers also had large farms in central California. One sister married in with one of the families there. They had real trouble back then with Cesar Chavez and staged protests.  One of their major office and warehousing hubs was knocked over in a riot. Everything was destroyed but the inner, locked office. The rioters knew the whole family was inside behind the desks with shotguns on the door. Anybody who came through that door would die.

Dealers had their hands in building product stores, lumber milling, sporting goods stores. They were gun dealers as well.

Hunting was a big deal. Deer season, duck season, dove season– the dealers didn’t miss it. They had duck clubs and cabins in the woods for deer hunting. All the dealers knew each other. I would wager at least 25 percent of the dealerships today are somehow related.

All had used car lots. All dealt with the wreckers for parts. Some had wrecking yards.

This and this strange era of the late 1970s has always been the backdrop of EAR/ONS. The clues and evidence blatantly suggest it. The question remaining for me is, how high up was he? When he started, around 1976, where had he been placed? Nephew, cousin, son, or close friend of the son? What were his duties? Shuttling cars? If he graduated high school young, and was the son, as I suspect, it would be some years before GMI, if that’s where he was scheduled to go for 4 years.

I concentrated on the auto wrecking angle in drawing up Portrait of Terror on Q Files. But it is time to start speaking in detail about both the era and the overarching profession of car dealing. Wrecking yards are the boneyard, but the living, breathing part of the industry is the car dealerships.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.