My mundane life full of killers

Well let's see,

When my friend was killed and the killer gave me her backpack I was only 6. My friends name was Monique but went by Sissy. I don't remember her last name because we lost contact right after. I think it was too hard on her mom that the killer got away because I didn't in notify the other adults when the man approached me. About 7 years later I saw in the newspaper (mason county journal or maybe the shelton herald) that the man turned himself and his brother in for a he crime because he felt too guilty. Sissy's was kidnapped in 86 from Shelton Wa

The man who briefly kidnapped my cousin and I had excaped from the Shelton Wa prison in 86. Because he was 'taken care of' upon his return to prison it became pretty hush hush in the family and I was never told his name. I was just told how lucky we were to be alive and what he was in prison for. I vividly remember the experience, I was traumatized by it. I was scared of white men for a very long time.

I also never knew the names of the drug dealers my dad shot in front of me. My dad had already gotten off for shooting his identical twin in the neck a few years earlier so he felt pretty invincible. He killed the Hispanic dealer that drove a maroon Cadillac in 96 and the white guy called mustang Bob who drove a blue mustang in 97. I didn't care to know any of their names because I thought they were all shit, my dad especially. That was in Mount Vernon Wa.

The kid who did all the rapes and likely murder was a samoan named Jazer Salogo from Does Moines Wa. He stalked his victims off the 174 bus line. He is my oldest child's uncle.

I mentioned Gary Ridgway, I knew him through one of my foster sisters. We had aged out of foster care but stayed close. Gary Ridgway was her uncle. His wife Judy loved playing with my infant, together they once babysat her while my foster sister went out. We had the 'griendsgiving' at his brother Gregs house in Burien Wa 2001 to celebrate with everyone before we had to go to other sides of families on the real day. My husband worked with him at kenworth trucking before we met. He told me how Gary Ridgway would stand up in the lunchroom and read his bible out loud while people tried to eat.

I have no memories of Ted Bundy but when he was getting executed I remember seeing the news coverage and my Mon telling me howy aunt Linda broke up with him over finding some panties in his slug-bug. I was still very young and had a hard time grasping that Ted Bundy wasn't Al Bundy from married with children. I was concerned what would happen to the show so my mom found a photo from that thanksgiving and showed his picture so I couldn't see it wasn't the guy from married with children. My aunt had lived in south Seattle at the time she dated him.

The guy who murdered my mom was named Robert Michael Wells. He killed her about two weeks before we found her body in her home on thanksgiving. He was arrested in Nevada and extradited to Shelton Wa. It was considered a capital murder case but I had them take the plea because I didn't want it to drag on forever with new trials and appeals. I didn't want to put my kids thru that. My daughter had sat on Santa's lap and asked for her to be killed too so she could go see her grandma in heaven. (Yeah right -that woman made it to heaven. I don't think so.) I figured the shape he killer was in, the amount of drugs he did plus his age that he would most likely die in prison if we accepted the plea anyways.

The guy who tried to kidnapped me was named something Nguyen. He was from Bellevue Washington, he tried kidnapping me from a street in Auburn Wa. I don't recall the year, but it was probably about 2011. It was winter and on a Sunday because the bus I usually would take to the train station didn't run Sundays.

The patients in our ICU were always calledbby their first names for hippa. I don't remember most of their names, but the one who told me he ate 6 kids in his life was named Milton M. We did report it to the police, but he was so sick, being kept alive by various machines and often confused they didn't bother with him. Milton told me in a lucid moment about being a cannable a day after one of the many times he coded. I had asked if he still wanted to be a full code, he said yes that he believed in god and heaven and hell and was afraid to die because he was a bad bad man and told me why.

When Harv the Hammer sent the thank you note to my home I was working in a ICU in one of the top ICUs in the country it was in a Seattle Wa hospital. My husband was PISSED about the note and burned it. When we moved out of state we got rid of a lot of clutter. My box of newspaper clippings of the green river killer case and the photo of him holding my daughter, along with a few other non related clippings like from my moms case and Jazer's case with a ton of photos of Jazer as a goofy kid with my kids all creaped my husband out so that was out with the clutter.

The person I was very very close with who confessed killing is an addiction, I won't name. They kept all incriminating details from me to protect me. I do believe them.

As far as offering proof, I am not tech savvy. And with out my photos and clippings I don't know how I could. But it IS 100% true.

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