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sheismathilda · 1 year
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floralcavern · 4 months
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Remembering that time I watched the Netflix documentary on The Night Stalker and I was like “Wow! That was really interesting and well made!” And I looked up ‘The Night Stalker’ to see if there was anyone else talking about this amazing documentary and I ended finding a bunch of thirst edits for Richard Ramirez from his trial. I will never mentally recover from that.
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nigthbreed · 1 year
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More Carrillo Logic
Another nugget of stupidity from the ‘His M.O. was No M.O.’ files.
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‘Climaxing!’
Carrillo had learned through his detective studies that some killers are sexually aroused by seeing fear in their victims’ eyes. On podcasts, he cogitates for far too long at the idea of Richard Ramirez reaching orgasm: ‘He was orgasming!’ ‘Climaxing!’ ‘Foreplay!’. Alongside the bullets and the ridiculous links set out in this post, he also speculated that the murders of Okazaki and Yu were committed by the same man because ‘Richard Ramirez’ wanted to see fear in their eyes. “That was sex to him,” he declares.
Carrillo does not actually know what happened. He claims the killer banged on a car to attract Maria Hernandez’s attention (though she said it was an undefinable noise) specifically to see her scared expression. He claims Richard went up into Okazaki’s kitchen and waited for her to peep over the breakfast bar before shooting her (again, speculation). He then claimed that when the killer walked past Hernandez outside, he decided not to shoot her a second time because she no longer had fear in her eyes.
Wait – what? Why would Hernandez not have fear in her eyes? She had just been shot in the hand and was bleeding. She had heard her friend being shot and had no idea whether she would find her dead or alive. And here was the shooter, pointing the gun at her face for the second time… and she did not show fear?
Carrillo claims that Richard turned Tsai-Lian Yu around to see the fear in her eyes before he shot her. There was no proof this man – described as short and Asian – was Richard, yet Carrillo somehow knows what the Night Stalker was feeling when he shot this woman.
The next murder was a couple: Maxine and Vincent Zazzara. Maxine’s eyes were removed, so presumably, the killer did not enjoy seeing the fear in her eyes that much.
Then there were the four rape victims:
Carol Kyle testified that the rapist threatened to cut her eyes out if she looked at him. He covered her head with a pillow. (She did manage to see his nice straight teeth though).
Sophie Dickman said he put a towel and a pillow over her head, (but was able to see he was short to average height).
Somkid Khovananth said he put a coat over her head (luckily, she was able to identify a man with dark curly hair and a ‘brown face’).
Sakina Abowath was blindfolded (but not before she glimpsed a blondish man) and he hit her for looking at him.
Hold on a minute… did the modus operandi just change? How did the man who became excited from seeing Okazaki, Hernandez and Yu’s terror suddenly change into the man who gouges women’s eyes out, threatens others with the same, or covers victims’ faces and demands that they do not look at him?
One might argue that those rapes were different because the Night Stalker never intended to kill those women, so his fear-fetish was not present – which seems odd. Violent rape and burglary at gunpoint are terrifying – surely, he would be in his element? But no, he did not want to see their faces, not even to help him get an erection after he was unable to at the Dickman Incident. Hardly a sexual fetish then…
However, if he really cared about being seen, he would have shot them; he had a gun; after all, he had killed the husbands of two of the rape victims.
The Night Stalker ‘celebrity’ detectives like to state that Richard’s M.O. was no M.O., but that is clearly an excuse for their lazy policing; they cannot have it both ways. You either have a man who gets off on seeing women terrified or a man who hates being looked at. He cannot be both.
Furthermore, he cannot have nine different looks, five different heights, three different body types, four different hair colours, and three different sets of teeth.
The Night Stalker was multiple people and not one of them seems to be Richard Ramirez.
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deathgirrlx · 1 year
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we are all evil, are we not? 🦇
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hillside-dangler · 11 months
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True Crime Essentials: Part One
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A personal selection of my favourite True crime documentaries
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pozxeidon · 2 years
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relicariums · 2 years
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true crime documentaries that make terrible criminals seem like Epic Comic Book Villains are fucking trash. If you think the psychopath you’re talking about would get a kick out of watching your shit show you’ve done it wrong and should get beat
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don-lichterman · 2 years
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Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel | Official Trailer | Netflix
Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel | Official Trailer | Netflix
From housing serial killers to untimely deaths, the Cecil Hotel in Downtown Los Angeles is known to many as LA’s deadliest hotel. The latest chapter in the Cecil’s dark history involves the mysterious disappearance of college student Elisa Lam. Check in to the Cecil Hotel on February 10, only on Netflix. SUBSCRIBE: http://bit.ly/29qBUt7 About Netflix: Netflix is the world’s leading streaming…
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duranduratulsa · 2 days
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Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Television Showcase 📺...The The Walking Dead: Stalker (2020) on Netflix #tv #television #horror #drama #TheWalkingDead #stalker #nightofthelivingdead #georgeromero #ripgeorgeromero #Zombies #2020s #Netflix #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsastelevisionshowcase
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tamayokny · 9 months
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i don’t care how old an episode of unsolved mysteries is. if the case has no update/is still unsolved (particularly a murder case), that shit freaks me out
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brodieland · 2 months
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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗
Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Percy finally takes you on that date, who would've thought he was so romantic !!! Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 2930 A/N: felt like adding some social media into this one, ignore all there faces, imagine whoever you want for the photos
╰➤ MASTERLIST pt4
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The shower is your thinking spot. You think about anything. You think about your day, things you have to do, what you're gonna eat later, basically anything. Except now, all you could think about was Percy. The more you think about it, the more you realize how much time you've actually spent thinking about him in the past. Maybe not the way you are right now, mostly just pranking, but still. After about half an hour of standing in the water thinking of Percy, it's time to get out.
After hopping out, and changing into some clothes, you head to your room. You decided to check if you had any messages on your phone. Instead, you found a mention on Instagram from Percy.
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Liked by wisegirl and others.. @seaweedbrain: why is this lady invading my motherland?? @StyxGirl View comments..
@wisegirl: she's added the flare you can't →@seaweedbrain: @wisegirl its literally my home?? →@wisegirl: @seaweedbrain whats your point???
@deathboynicoo: saying she's invading ur space after asking her out is crazyy😭👋 →@seaweedbrain: @deathboynicoo maybe im bipolar?? what happened to mental health matters?? →@deathboynicoo: @seaweedbrain you actually wanna be me so bad holyy🤦 →@wisegirl: @deathboynicoo HE WHAT?? HELLO??
@StyxGirl: when did you get these pictures of me you actual stalker →@seaweedbrain: @StyxGirl she want mee🤭 →@BeaurengardOnTop: @seaweedbrain me and my mama stay plotting on yall‼️
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After laughing and going through Percy's comments, you decided to FaceTime Silena and Annabeth. They pick up immediately.
"Y/N" Annabeth and Silena shouted.
"Hey guys" you said calmly, sticking out your tongue.
"Erm, explain??" Said Silena. And you did. You explained everything that happened, starting from when you pulled him out of class, all the way till when Nico sadly interrupted the two of you. He was never gonna let you live that down and you knew it. By the time you were finished their eyes were WIDE.
"Bro Nicos so funny" Annabeth was laughing so hard at that fact Nico pulled you out of Percy's grasp. "Love that kid."
"No cause let me catch him with Will" you said, making to two on the phone laugh even harder. "Let's see whos laughing then!"
After everyone caught their breathes, Silena spoke up. "So tell us, what's happening on this little date." Silena was wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke.
"Well, I actually don't know yet-" you cut yourself off when you saw a text from Percy. "Speak of the devil he just texted me."
"Well what does it say" Annabeth demanded.
'Meet me at my dorm tomorrow at 5. Wear something nice.'
"His dorm at 5. He said wear something nice" you read aloud.
"What a little romantic" Silena said.
"Gods, you and Percy are my favorite show right now" Annabeth said.
"Heyy, thats what my mom said" Silena shared happily.
"Alright guys I'm gonna go now, night night" you said
"Goodnightt" Silena and Annabeth said simultaneously.
After hanging up the phone you remembered to text Percy back before putting your phone down. You decided to grab your laptop and watch some Netflix. After a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, you accidentally dozed off without realizing.
[12:06] AM
You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating next to you. You picked it up to check the caller ID. 'water boy.' At this hour?
"Percy?" You answered groggily.
"Oh, did I wake up, sorry I'll go" Percy apologized.
"Wait no, no. It's fine, whats up" you quickly spit out. You were now sitting up in your bed.
"Oh um, I just can't sleep, so I wanted to come over. Like last time you know" Percy asked. You smiled at the request.
"Sure Percy," you were kinda warm. "I'll be waiting." And with that you both hung up the phone. Ten minutes pass by and you get a text from Percy.
'Hey I'm here, I didn't want to wake up Nico or something.'
Without responding you, you quickly put your phone down and speedily, but quietly, ran toward the door and swung it open.
"Someones excited to see me, aren't they" Percy laughed as he walked inside.
"Hey you're the one who wanted to come over" you pointed out as you started walking to your room with Percy trailing behind. "Someone wanted a little sleepover" you started to tease.
"And you're the one who let me wake you up and insisted I came over." You stopped in your tracks, turning around to stare at Percy with your jaw on the floor. "Like you just had to ask, no need to twist my arm about it."
"Okay lets just get to my room buddy" you said as you continued to make your way back to your room.
"To your bedroom already? Buy me a drink first maybe" You let out an exasperated sigh.
"Your minds in the gutter. And let's be honest," you turned your head around to look up at Percy "you wouldn't need me to get you a drink to get you in that bedroom." You jokingly threw a flirty wink and made your way to your bedroom, almost leaving behind a flustered Percy. You jumped into your bed and Percy followed next to you.
"Anyways I'm tired come here." Percy said as he pulled you into his embrace, making you laugh. You wrapped your arms around before you looked at him.
"Wow, you really came over to sleep in my bed with me" you said.
"Well of course, why? Did you think I came over for something" Percy smirked at you. You rolled your eyes before snuggling in closer.
"No I didn't, now go to sleep water boy" you said into his chest.
Percy kissed the top of your head before saying goodnight. The both of you were out and started dreaming of each other.
[11:19] AM
When you woke up, you noticed you were alone again. You were sad until you turned over and saw a note lying on your nightstand. AW, Percy wrote you a note with your pink glitter pen. It said
'Sorry to just leave you alone, you seemed so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. I left to go set up for later, see you later styx girl ;)'
You held the note up and smiled as you read it. Styx girl was something he came up with back at camp. You hated him but the name was catchy so you didn't mind it. After finishing you put the note back down and headed out to the kitchen and found your amazing brother, Nico, making two smores pop tarts.
"I hope one of those are for me" you said.
"Oh of course your hungry" um, rude?
"I literally just woke up, what with your attitude kid?"
"No attitude. Here" he threw you one of the pop tarts and you just barely caught it mid air.
"You couldn't just leave it on a plate?" You looked at him wide-eyed as he almost just socked with you a pop tart.
"I definitely could've" he looked at you with a face saying, 'but why would I do that when I could smack you with a pop tart.'
"Okay.." you started to walk away and sat in the living room of your dorms common area. After you finish slumming down your pop tart you start slouching down on the couch and scroll through your phone.
"So Y/N," Nico stared as he creeped on over to the couch. "Do you think you could just sleep over at Percy's tonight?"
You looked up at Nico to see if he was joking but he was looking at you straight faced. "Excuse me" you asked happily, knowing why he made the request.
"You're excused" he said. You continued to stare at him till he said what you wanted to hear. And he knew what you were waiting for too. "Wills sleeping over."
"Of course I can leave the lovebirds alone!" You said as you let out a toothy, close-eyed grin. Nico just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked off, annoyed by his sisters teasing.
'Knock, knock'
Who could that be?
"It's Annabeth and Silena, OPEN UP" Annabeth yelled as she banged on the door. You groaned and yelled back at her as you went to open the door before it was knocked down.
"No need to break down my door, I'm right here" you said as you stepped aside to let the girls in.
"We wanted to borrow you before that little boy does" Annabeth joked.
"A little girls day, if you will. Plus we could help you get ready perhaps" Silena said.
"Alright, alright. I think I might have some face masks or something we could do." You said. You and the other two girls spent the day gossiping and just relaxing as the day flew by.
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Liked by seaweedbrain and others.. @StyxGirl: feeding my girls before I forced them to help me get ready😛 @wisegirl @BeauregardOnTop
@BeauregardOnTop: stop acting like you didn't want us there😘 →@wisegirl: @BeauregardOnTop can we talk about her taking credit for our idea for coming over?? →@StyxGirl: @wisegirl no bc its not even that srs lets take it down a notch
@seaweedbrain: yoo that girl in the last pic kinda fine who is that?? →@deathboynicoo: @seaweedbrain bro this shit is NOT rizz💀 →@seaweedbrain: @deathboynicoo shut tf up maybe?? →@StyxGirl: @seaweedbrain hey😁 im on my way😁😁 →@deathboynicoo: @StyxGirl your still going after he spoke like that to your beloved brother?? →@StyxGirl: @deathboynicoo didn't you want the dorm to yourself or am I going crazy?? →@deathboynicoo: @StyxGirl stay safe❤️
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You put your phone in your pocket and kept walking out to Percy's dorm. You couldn't help but smile on your way over, you couldn't believe it. Percy was setting up a date for you, you. You still couldn't stop thinking about what he said when you guys were out at the beach riding the hippocampi. How he said he should've taken you out before you guys started hating on each other. Is this something he had thought about for a while? Did he always think you were cute or something. Well if he did, it didn't show. Ha.
You kept thinking as you finally made it to Percy's dorm, and you thought it would be funny if you did it again. And by it, you meant banging on the door till there was a hole in it. Though, before you could hit the door a second time, Percy was already opening it.
"Let's calm down with that fist of fury now shall we" Percy said as he took your hand in his. "Follow me." Not like you had a choice, since he never let go of your hand and it didn't seem like he planned too. As he dragged you to this date location, you couldn't help but admire Percy. He cleaned up well. That black button down, with the top button undone and with the sleeves rolled up? Wow. You were truly a simple, simple woman.
And finally you made it, the rooftop. It was a relaxing evening. The sunset was beautiful out, the breeze was gently, and after a few seconds, you noticed it. Percy had set up a little picnic that was set on the edge of the roof giving a perfect view of the sky. "Let's take a seat" Percy said.
When you guys sat down you looked inside the basket sitting in between the two of you. Blue. It was filled blue food, mostly sweets, and it all looked so good. "So Percy is your favorite color pink, just wondering" you joked with Percy. He just laughed.
"Blue food is a tradition thing between me and my mom. Thought I'd let you in on it" Percy explained. All you could think was 'aw.' You knew how close him and his mom were. I mean he even he mouthed off your dad, the god of the underworld, to get her home. That's ballsy. You wondered what he'd think about how you've taken a liking to this boy.
"Wow, I feel so special" Percy smiled at you as you took a bite into one of the cookies. "Holy shit. This is so goood" you were basically rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you said this.
"Wow, they look good, but are you sure its cookies? Are you sure you're not hiding anything somewhere?" Percy said as he quiet down and tried to listen for a suspicious noise. It took you a second to understand his joke before you smacked him in the arm with a shocked look on your face.
"Wow! You expect that on a first date! What do you think I am? A blasphemous whore?" You and Percy leaned over on each other, laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. As you both calmed down you spoke up again. "No but really, these are really good."
"It's my moms recipe, I was worried I would mess it up so I made her stay on the phone the whole time I made them." Percy said.
"Aw you called your mom to help you with a date" you said. His little mama's boy side was something you always liked about him. Wait.
"Yeah I did, she's like Annabeth and Silena. Always pestering me about you" you stared at his with admiration.
"You would talk to her about me" You asked, you were probably grinning from ear to ear.
"Of course I told my mom about the girl who was threatening to kill me every few seconds. She even knows about the snake in my bed." you started laughing.
"Well, I'm glad we're both past that." You laid back and looked up at the sky that was now covered in stars. Percy followed after you. "The views amazing."
"Yeah" Percy said in almost a whisper. You turned to you when you realized he was looking at you when he said that. Making you the amazing view.
You playfully smacked his arm and rolled your eyes before shouting out "woow you're soo cornyy" you giggled out. Percy started tickling you viscously.
"Take it back" Percy didn't stop, not even till you were out of breathe.
"Fine, fine, I take it back. You're not corny, you're the most romantic man I've ever met" and with that he finally stopped. Not before getting you to lay relaxingly on his chest. You were now both stargazing and just enjoying each others presence.
"I'm glad we did this" you said.
"Me too" Percy said as he kissed the top of your head. After he did that, you leaned up on rested on your elbows while your head hovered his. That's when Percy brought his hand to behind you neck and pulled you in. You guys started making out softly. As it went on for longer, it got more intense. You swung one leg over and straddled him. Both your hands in his soft hair while hands gripped on your waist. Slowly sliding lower as he gripped on the top of your thighs and pulled you closer..
[8:51] PM
You were sitting up in Percy's bed, in Percy's shirt, scrolling through your phone. Wow, on a roof. Not expected at all. Finally, Percy walked back in the room wearing a pair of sweats and laid down next to you. He looked at you with stars in his eyes. He lifted his hand up and making soft circles on your neck, tracing the newly formed purple spots on it.
"I stand by what I said the other day, you looked good in my clothes. Maybe even better with no pants on" as Percy said that, you took the hand that was tracing circles and threaded your fingers threw it.
"Aw you don't think of me as a blasphemous whore even after doing it on the first date."
"I could never think of you like that."
You slide over and sat on top of Percy again. "AGAIN?" he looked at you with a shocked face, but not actually shocked of course, just messing with you. You softly smacked his chest before laying down and just relaxing. You closed your eyes and just embraced Percy.
You guys were quiet for awhile before Percy asked "soo, what now? What are we?"
"What do you want us to be?"
"I'm not letting you leave this dorm if you're anything less than my girlfriend." Percy started sitting up, making you do so as well. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, maybe just a little. "I let us go around and hate each other for years, I'm not missing my chance again, so please, let me just be your boyfriend."
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy. SHIT. These few days have been insane. It truly didn't take long for Percy to make you feel things you never would have expected to feel for him in a million years. Who would've thought a night of drinking would've brought you together. Definitely not you.
"I mean if you reallyy want to be, then, yes you CANN be my boyfriend." You were trying your best to finish your sentence without giggling. This second you stopped talking Percy just grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely. You could feel each others smiling as you did so. And suddenly you were back to laying down and Percy was back on top of you.
You now had a boyfriend and his name was Percy Jackson. And you couldn't be happier.
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Did I eat be honest. Maybe pt 5 if the people still want it.
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nigthbreed · 1 year
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The Light-Haired Man Who Attacked the Abowaths
We will go straight to the point here: Richard Ramirez did not murder Elyas Abowath and rape his wife Sakina in Diamond Bar on 8th August 1985. This post will not go into the particulars of this murder/rape/burglary, as it will be dealt with later in a comparison post with other similar crimes.
Sakina Abowath is another victim who drastically changed the description of the killer after her initial reports. Below is the description taken immediately after the incident:
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 Sakina’s description of the attacker, to Sergeant Yarborough from the petition:
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As you can see, Sakina’s description does not match Richard Ramirez. She described him as being Caucasian, but with Latin features, and yellowish skin, though this is not expanded upon. Latino people do not all look the same; what did she mean? Dark hair and dark eyes are common in Latino populations, but the murderer/rapist, in this case, was blond or light brown and Richard Ramirez’s hair was dark brown, almost black.
The killer here has “wide front teeth” – Richard’s were not wide. Could Sergeant Yarborough be leading the witness here? Sakina says she cannot recall gaps but did she state this independently, or was Yarborough asking? Because, on 20th July, Somkid Khovananth reported a similar crime and asserted that her attacker had gapped teeth. Below is the most famous (and most hideous) composite sketch from the Ramirez case.
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Fetching Jheri curl.
She described him with a “recessed chest”, but again, this does not fit Richard’s appearance. There is a photo of him without his shirt on, featured in the documentary. He was very underweight but he had quite a broad chest and shoulders. There was nothing particularly distinctive about his upper body… apart from the grazes from his pre-arrest beating and the track marks in his arms…
We are not privy to the composite sketch in this case, but the Petition indicates that she told the artist he had light brown hair. She has changed his hair from possibly blond to just brown, but it still doesn’t describe Richard. She saw this man under the bathroom light – dark hair does not suddenly appear light under a bulb…
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Sakina said Richard did not have an accent. Everyone has an accent! By this one could assume she meant he just had an American accent, but what kind of American accent? Sakina Abowath is a Pakistani immigrant so may not be able to differentiate between various American accents, so let’s call it a ‘standard American accent.’ It was nothing that stood out to her as regional or foreign or out of place in California. Compare that to Richard Ramirez. He did have a slight Mexican accent as one might expect of a man from a Mexican family who grew up on the Mexican border.
So, when did the rapist-killer start morphing into Richard Ramirez?
It is unclear whether Sakina Abowath identified Richard at the tainted line-up (the press claimed she did but it is not in the Petition) but she did identify him at the 1986 preliminary hearing.
In defence of her changing her description of the killer, Sakina denied seeing the regular TV coverage and newspapers, because her religion apparently does not permit her to watch the news during a mourning period. How wonderfully convenient. So, she changed his appearance all by herself? Below is from the Los Angeles Times, 16th April 1986, during the aforementioned preliminary hearing.
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At trial, Sakina again identified dark-haired Richard as her blond/light brown-haired attacker. This journalist’s opinion was interesting though.
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Perhaps she had been looking for the light-haired man…
The defence failed to impeach her with respect to this eyewitness identification. However, some of the jurors did pick up on the discrepancies in this case and assisted the Habeas Corpus lawyers. Juror Bonita Smith was probably talking about the Abowath case here. (Document 20 – 8)
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Another juror, James Muldrow says something similar. (Document 20 – 8)
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Remember, Maria Hernandez also said the killer might have also been Caucasian, as did Sophie Dickman in her initial police report, before changing him to Richard. If only the jurors had kicked up more of a fuss about this. A vulnerable young man’s life was at stake.
Evidence at the Scene
Two pubic or transitional hairs (between chest hair and pubic hair) were found on the Abowath bed. They were not from Richard. As you can see, Richard had no chest hair at all.
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A vaginal swab was taken from Sakina to determine the PGM subtype of the semen – in very simple terms, it determines blood group. Criminalist Steve Renteria determined that Richard and Elyas Abowath shared the same PGM subtype, making it inconclusive. However, further tests showed the semen could not have been from either man. Curiously, there were other semen stains on the bedsheets, some consistent with Richard’s blood group and some definitely inconsistent, though they did match Elyas.
Why were there multiple sources of semen in Sakina Abowath’s bed? In case you are wondering, no, the defence didn’t ask, nor did they emphasise that the semen on the vaginal swab was not proven to be Richard’s.
This felon liked melon; whoever it was ate some and left it on the kitchen counter and its seeds were found in the hallway. Was it not possible to take photographs of the melon bite marks to later match with Richard’s teeth? Could the melon seeds or the spoon have been kept for saliva tests? We never hear anything more. Next to the melon looks like a packet of cigarettes and an ashtray. Although Richard did smoke marijuana, he did not smoke ordinary cigarettes. Did the Abowaths smoke? Did anyone even ask? A quick bit of detective work suggests they are Salem cigarettes.
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Ballistics B*ll*cks
Elyas Abowath was killed by a .25 automatic firearm. The prosecution claimed this was from the same gun that failed to kill the Petersens, as if some distorted bullets would ever be enough to determine the person behind the trigger. It is especially odd, because the Petersen attack is nothing like the Abowath incident – Virginia Petersen was not raped and dragged around the house with the burglar or cuffed; they were both shot (they survived) and nothing was stolen. These incidents were nowhere near each other, being 57 miles apart and the furthest in distance of all the Ramirez crimes (most serial killers have a location pattern) and it stretches credulity to suggest that only one person could be in possession of a .25 automatic in a wide geographical area.
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This weapon was never recovered from Richard, or anyone else. However, four .25 bullets were recovered from Richard’s bag at the Greyhound Bus Station and in the opinion of Edward Robinson, the red primer on three of the bullet casings matched those found in both the Abowath and Petersen attacks. Was Richard the only person in Los Angeles who had this type of bullet? It is doubtful.
The prosecution brought this evidence forward and urged the jury to look at the connection with the Petersen attack. Guess what? The defence conceded it instead of bringing in their own ballistics experts. Well, actually they attempted to bring one, but this happened…
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Dougherty did agree to re-examine them, in any case. This shows that even the prosecution’s experts were in conflict with each other and they chose to only utilise Edward Robinson because he told them what they wanted to hear.
I Can’t Believe It’s Not Avia!
The infamous size 11 Avia aerobics shoes took the night off for this incident and some size 12 Stadias turned up, which were subsequently (and most conveniently) matched to the shoes Richard was wearing on the day his railroading nightmare began. So, the solitary crime scene that can definitively match the shoe print to footwear owned by Richard, involved a man who did not look like him, did not have a Mexican accent, produced semen that could not be conclusively matched to him and shed pubic hairs that were not like his. As with the Avias (that no one ever saw him wear), Richard could not have been the only man in Los Angeles to wear Stadia trainers. There is clearly more evidence that it was not him, than evidence that it was.
How accurate were these shoe findings? Gerald Burke (who did not have particular expertise in shoe forensics at this time) examined the shoes and was unable to determine whether the print was from a left or a right shoe, so it was clearly not a full print. His findings came from matching the ‘dot matrix pattern’ to Richard’s size 12s. If it was insufficient to prove what foot the shoe belonged on, how did Burke know it was a 12?
When cross-examined, he was less certain and said it could have been 11-12 and he determined size by putting a sole against a wall and measuring the outsole from end to end, but how does this work without a full print? So really, Burke does not know. A shoe expert was not brought forward by the defence to challenge his findings or technique.
Abowath believed the killer wore hard shoes, that were not tennis shoes (trainers). As we saw above, she told Sergeant Yarborough he was possibly wearing boots. All shoes are hard when you are being kicked in the head, as Sakina was, but Stadias are aerobics shoes and fairly soft. The presence of Stadia prints – if that is what they really were – does not mean they were the killer’s footwear that night. They could have belonged to a visitor. Perhaps it was the man who left the mystery semen stains…
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Satanic Panic!
It was a thing in the 80s; a craze; a mass hysteria. Where did Sakina’s “Swear on Satan!” claims come from? They were not in her initial police report. Because Richard was a so-called Satanist, this was used to tie him to crime scenes where there was no substantial evidence. Sakina could have added this for dramatic effect in the trial. If she can lie about his appearance, she could easily fan the flames of hatred and fear towards him by claiming he was yelling about Satan.
Seeing as the Church of Satan headquarters was in California during this period, it’s safe to say Richard Ramirez was not the only satanist in the city – in fact, many other Satanists came to watch his trial. Having weird interests does not automatically make one a serial killer candidate.
Solano’s Stash
On September 5, 1985, Sakina Abowath attended a property line-up. She identified jewellery, including two gold chains, earrings, an engagement ring, a necklace pendant, a television, and a VCR as property taken from her home by the murderer that had come from LA’s answer to Fagin, Felipe Solano.
Speculation and Suspects
Elyas and Sakina Abowath are another two victims you can remove from Richard’s list of evil crimes. So, who did this? Here is the prosecution telling the jury that Richard’s defence lawyers forgot to raise this potential suspect. They failed. Did the police even investigate this security guard? They must have. Why was he not brought to court by the defence?!
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The lawyers for Richard’s Petition have suggested an acquaintance of Richard’s from the ‘Greyhound Bus Burglar Posse’ – Julio Romero.
Who is Julio? Nobody knows because he was never questioned and was never part of the trial. All we know is he is a man who committed burglaries with Richard and others associated with him and brought stolen goods to Felipe Solano. Why Julio? Manuel “Cuba” Hechevarria, another criminal associate of Solano, who was also a police informer described Julio as a blonde Latino who was 6 feet tall. Julio fits Sakina Abowath’s description better than Richard and would explain how Felipe Solano came to have the Abowath family’s property. All that stuff is murky and complicated and will be covered in due course.
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There is someone else: when Richard’s backpack was seized from the Greyhound Bus Station, the bag had a tag that read ‘Greg Rodriguez.’ Greg Rodriguez is the twin brother of Armando Rodriguez who, according to the Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer documentary, gave up Richard’s name to the police after Detective Frank Falzon beat it out of him (and bragged about his police brutality with an angry pride).
These are two people with whom Richard allegedly burgled, who lived in San Francisco. Armando was in a relationship with Donna Myers who also claimed to be in receipt of stolen goods from Richard. Because they were never investigated, we can only speculate: could Armando and Greg also be suspects, especially for Richard’s San Francisco murders that never went to trial? If so, they all have the motive to point the finger at him. Could Richard have knowingly taken the blame for the murders? It is entirely possible – he was mentally ill. Could he have been coerced or threatened into covering for someone else’s crimes? His severe paranoia is well-documented. This brings us to Richard’s mental health again.
Failing all of the above, as always, there was the argument for insanity. If his team hadn’t been concealing how severely mentally ill Richard was for financial gain (more on that later), then he would not have been sentenced to death and might not have ended up in prison at all.
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Tara Carpenter headcannons (Part 8)
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When it snows in newyork city you and Tara will watch movies on Netflix for the rest of the night on Christmas Eve
She will order Chinese food for you and her especially your favorite dish from the Chinese food restaurant
Pork fried rice with chicken and broccoli and a Pepsi
She might have stalker tendencies towards you
She watches you like a hawk
And it makes you uncomfortable
But in a strange it makes you feel kinda….Good?
After the movie you had the lead role in was done filming their was a Christmas party
And when one of the movie producers tried to flirt with you
Tara was ready to stab that mother fucker
She quickly grabbed the knife and you saw her
“Woah woah babe. Put it down”. You said
“He was trying to flirt with you! You’re MY girlfriend. MINE! Not his!” Tara yelled
One of the movie producers got so scared he walked away and afraid to go near you or even talk to you
Tara put the knife back
“I’m sorry” Tara mumbled.
You gave her a freighting yet disappointing look
The rest of the way you didn’t talk to Tara
You have her the silent treatment for an hour
And finally you hugged Tara and she hugged you back
“You CANNOT do things like that! This is my career! I’ll let it go this time but do that again and your crazy stalker ass will sleep on the couch for a month!!” You snarled.
Tara’s eyes got wide. “A month?!”
”Yes!” You said
Tara sighed. “I’m sorry”. She said again
”It’s okay” You said
And you and Tara cuddled all night
She loves you like no other ex of yours will
Her kisses and cuddles is everything you’ve wanted and needed and desired
Christmas Day at midnight you and Tara cuddled and Tara is always the big spoon
You love to grab your butt
I mean it is kinda big
and round
She loves to grab yours too
Even after sex
Tara is so warm to cuddle with you never feel cold
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