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Clue This is the Zodiac speaking
13 letter cipher: George L Wright
Born June 16th, 1932 - Death Aug 20, 1993.
George L Wright worked at Fiberboard Paper Mill in Port Angleses WA tell October 1968 when he was transferred to Antioch California, He bought an Oct 1968 Blue Dodge Polara, and it was Identified as a Blue seen at or near the scene of the first Double Homicide December 1968. Betty Lou Jensen and David Arthur Faraday on December 20, 1968.
The second murder happened on July 5th, 1969, and the reason I know this firsthand is because my mother had brought us to visit dad in Antioch Cailfornia, my dad had a Camper and a brand new F250 Camper Special he drove to California in 1968 pretty nice front for a killer to hide in as a front.
Just before midnight on July 4, 1969, Darlene Ferrin and Michael Mageau
On July 4th 5th my dad comes and goes with moms car here at the RV Trailer Park across the street from the Orange Grove just outside of Antioch, he does not spend alot of time around, but he was back by the time the raido news flash came on stated the Zodiac Killer just struck, we are all in the camper together and I was scared at that moment as all looked concerned in the camper, my dad over reacted to what I said next.
I said to dad the Zodiac Killer is close to us dad, my dad almost snapped as he said: The Zodiac Killer Is No-Where Around here to put a stop to that conversation right now and nobody said a word in silence, my dad had plenty of time to get back to the camper before the announcement and he was gone from us when the murder took place, he was driving my mother's car 1963 Cherry Red 2 Door 1963 F85 Oldsmobile that has a front end that resembles the description of the Corvair that the survivor described, the tail lights on that car is squire like the mustang tail lights?
My dad overreacted at the time, he should have said, kids don't worry daddy is here and there nothing to fear from that coward, but it did not happen that way, it was more shut up right now and nobody said a word not even mom.
The next day my dad is showing us his job site at Fiberboard Paper Mill there is 20ft by 20ft White Landscaper Shack that's my dad's office and he has no supervision he comes and goes as he pleases as he said while showing us his new job location, I am 8 years old at this time July 1969.
Dad wants mom to sell the Enco Gas Station in Port Angleses & The house and move to Antioch California and he states that he wants to get his 20-year retirement from Fiberboard, and they created the landscaper job for my dad because he had a landscaping business in Port Angleses.
My mother packed the 5 kids in the car and hightailed back to Port Angleses Washington as fast as possible is what I seen, like gone faster than we arrived, I know I never seen my dad even to say bye, my mom left like dad was nothing.
My dad returned to Washington State in Jan 1-5th because he took my younger sister & me to the Port Angleses Hospital Parking Lot and my mother is in a room on the 2nd floor holding up our new family member that was born Jan 3nd 1970 and now looking back my dad could of not been the sperm doner on the child born Jan 3nd my sister was born full term 21 1/2 inch long and good weight, the time frame will not support my baby sister as dads child she also has red hair dads hair is dark like my mom's?
Now my mom is still in the hospital and me and dad is alone, I asked dad where is the camper & truck he said he got rid of them before I went to lake Tahoe, "Late Dec 1969" then he said he won some money to get home on like a hard luck story told to a child from his dad, and I made it home he says. its January 3nd ish of 1970
The reason I asked my dad about that camper is because I woke up in that camper in 1968 to him fondling my privets parts dose the reader need more to understand, I am a prior victim of his sickness and nothing more needs to be said I never confronted him because of the way a child victim hold stuff in blaming them self for what the perpetrator dose.
We are in the dining room of our home and dad asks me if anybody has been around? Then dad said has there been any men in this house since I have been gone John? I said no, the only person I seen here was my P.E. Teacher, my dad gives me the eye, I say he was here Ron Symons he was parked right out front and my sister is in the passenger side of the car 1964-1965 Chev Malibu I told dad I went out and said hi to my sister & my teacher as dad took the chair to the pianio thru it across the room at the front door of the house put the leg of the chair thru the front door.. he was pissed off and I got away from my dad he snapped, nobody was home at this time but me and dad.
Our bedroom dad been home Fue weeks My brothers bedroom and I in cussing like loggers you can say, I hear my dad coming and he has me already in fear and I act like I am a sleep on the bed us 3 boy sleep in, I on the edge, my dad has snapped again and he has pulled off his belt beating my two older brothers he sounds like Bruse Lee those boys are screaming as they are getting whipped dad has the boys divided in the room like a lion tamer giving a beating, there is no way I am going to move, the boys are screaming at dad to attack me because I was not a sleep John is awake and he was cussing too as they get whooped my dad snap gone the boys are mad at me, then here comes mom to get us all as the old boys are worn down she abused with slapping hitting pulling hair, soap in the mouth, that women was evil to the core, behind the public eye.
May 1970 I have been placed in my mother's car and taken away with my two brothers and I wake being taken to a town in Easter Lewis County called Mossyrock, and a 8 lane bowling center is the destination, Marty Johnson bought this and George is going to manage the bowling center, is what is happing at this time, and my mother's Red Car gets totally trashed and vanished? My mother arrives in August and the blue car gets the same respect just abused its unbelievable that dad let by brothers destroy things and both of them had no respect for my dad at all.
Ok the bowling center is running and there is theft happing within the bowling center my brothers I caught them in the safe and was told by them not to say a fucking word to dad and do understand John, I would not say a word I would know better knowing those 2 boys.
Marty Johnson is here from Port Angleses my dad's friend, Dads Enco Gas Station is on Marty's land right behind "The High-Way Market & Marty Bought the bowling center for my dad to run and I think Marty Johnson & his son Danny Johnson is the best thing better then family to me giving my dad a place to work, I am about 10 years old in 1970.
Marty Johnson and I are in the bowling center, and I walk over to the pop machine and put some money in and pull out a pop without asking for money, Marty jumps my ass and says where did you get that money? Marty is here because money is missing is the clue I got from Marty Johnson, and I would not say one word because I have been groomed by my family to act a certain way thru abuse towards me as they have taken the manually of bullies to get what they want any way they can it's the way they are raised and I witnessed it as an abused child behind closed doors with beatings from my great mom, my older brother has been abused jimmy and I was beat with hot wheel tracks repeatedly in Port Angleses by our mother she enjoyed every time she attacked us. Lots of abuse back in Port Angleses from mom, dads the absent parent, that come home now and then, like his jobs keep him from home?
After the bowling leagues season was winding down, Danny Johnson came to the bowling center and I would be with Danny Johnson like he was my brother and that is what I felt I was raised with Danny Johnson as great friend, we went to the back room of the bowling alley he took what he explained as bowling lineage because AMF gets a penny for every time the sweep drops and this business must be able to pay its way, this place needs to be ran tight with no loss of money, it's a business Danny is telling me like it's a problem and I know what Danny was getting at, without accusing anybody by name... Danny Johnson had class that I respected to this very day.
Now the Bowling Center gets listed for sale by Darrel Vincent Real estate Agent Partner Of Marty Johnson and it's advertised for sale in California, Darrel Vincent gets the newspaper from advertisements the California News Papers, then pass them to Marty & Danny and they see George L Wrights Wanted Photo Of The Zodiac Killer, my dad's sold out? They Sold the bowling center behind my dad's back and kept dads' interest in the Gas Station & Our Family Home, that was listed with Darrel Vincent.
My Dad then moved us to Morton in Aug 1971 to open a 4-lane bowling center own by Mitzi Fairhart within a Fue month's I am in the basement with my dad and Danny Johnson comes down the stairs, I said dad look who is here its Danny Johnson coming down the stairway.
I think Danny watch me go into the bowling center followed me to see my dad as a witness to what Danny is going to say to dad, Danny Johnson starts calling my dad Zeorge over and over telling Zeorge if you ever come back to Port Angleses there will be trouble and yea I found you hiding in a basement like a dirty rat Zeorge, I had never seen Danny Johnson ever again and he was a great friend to everybody in our family.
I was surprised Danny Johnson came all the way to Morton from Port Angleses to call my dad Zeorge and tell him of future trouble and I would say the only reason there was not more of a seen is because I was there between them and witnessed the whole thing, so I personally know what really happened, what's true.
My dad shows up at mom's house on Division St because dad and my mother are split up in Morton's dads Blue 1968 Dodge Polara is behind the house so nobody can see the car, my dad's outside I see him thru the window as he is pounding on the car, with a 3 lb. hammer & chisel he is desperately cutting the car in 1/2 destroying a fairly new car, saying to me that car needs to go, then we take it to the dump 5 miles east of Morton and over the cliff or embankment it went my dad told me don't ever tell about this because I will be throwed in jail, John do you understand me, you're not to tell not even a friend what we have done john, not anybody do understand, yes dad I will tell nobody and dad, said forget this ever happened right now. This happens during my 6th grade year in Morton Washington 1972.
My dad lost everything he owned ran away to save to save his ass from the gas chamber in California.
October 11, 1969, a white male passenger entered the cab driven by Paul Stine at the intersection of Mason and Geary Streets (one block west from Union Square) in San Francisco, requesting to be driven to Washington and Maple Streets in Presidio Heights. For reasons unknown, Stine drove one block past Maple to Cherry Street.
George L Wright he also listed his address in the message to the newspaper in San Francico about the murdered cab driver Washington St. & Maple. Just contact the paper mill in or near Antioch Cailfornia "Fiberboard Paper" & Marriage archives in Brush Prairie he was married 1957 to Meritta L Dunn of Brush Prairie Washington.
As for the code brakers my dad was in the Korea war and had an in-crypton device as well as other type writers for his business and I actually played with this stuff at home as a kid at 5 to 7 years old the in-cryptor has like 7 or 9 handles on it and you move the letters up and down to make letters on the wheels move , I was so young I could not even spell but that device went bye bye when dad left to California played like it was a toy from time to time it seem fun.
I will tell you about my dad's big red bright flashlight he owns it was a Eveready with a big squire battery and It was used to blind deer in Port Angleses and game, it was my dad's and he kept it handy, he took it with him to California and it was never seen again... that was his light that blinded Betty Lou Jensen and David Arthur Faraday.
I caught my dad Wareing glasses one day by mistake, and he tried to hide them, and I said since when do you where glasses dad and he was not happy about that because he makes fun of people who wear glasses like me.
My dad smoked cigarettes the brand in the 1969 was Belair's, but my dad never used an ashtray he used his pants rolled up, flick his ashes like an ash tray and take the cherry off the but by rolling it with his fingers and thumb put it out like a tough guy and put the butt in his pocket no matter what, he was burning off his finger prints and not letting DNA being taking from him if all possible, and I had somebody say to me in the past your dad is the only person I have ever use his pants for an ash tray and not use the ash tray?
And I thought my dad has never used an ash tray and his cigarettes butts always goes in his pockets?
My dad's photos look to be Zodiac Killer he was working in Antioch California during the murders of 5 people.
It will not take a rocket ship scientist to prove that what I am saying is the very truth.
If you don't believe the story above its ok maybe it's a tough case... but true.
Clue This is the Zodiac speaking
13 letter cipher: George L Wright
Born June 16th, 1932 - Death Aug 20, 1993.
George L Wright worked at Fiberboard Paper Mill in Port Angleses WA tell October 1968 when he was transferred to Antioch California, He bought an Oct 1968 Blue Dodge Polara, and it was Identified as a Blue seen at or near the scene of the first Double Homicide December 1968. Betty Lou Jensen and David Arthur Faraday on December 20, 1968.
The second murder happened on July 5th, 1969, and the reason I know this firsthand is because my mother had brought us to visit dad in Antioch Cailfornia, my dad had a Camper and a brand new F250 Camper Special he drove to California in 1968 pretty nice front for a killer to hide in as a front.
Just before midnight on July 4, 1969, Darlene Ferrin and Michael Mageau
On July 4th 5th my dad comes and goes with moms car here at the RV Trailer Park across the street from the Orange Grove just outside of Antioch, he does not spend alot of time around, but he was back by the time the raido news flash came on stated the Zodiac Killer just struck, we are all in the camper together and I was scared at that moment as all looked concerned in the camper, my dad over reacted to what I said next.
I said to dad the Zodiac Killer is close to us dad, my dad almost snapped as he said: The Zodiac Killer Is No-Where Around here to put a stop to that conversation right now and nobody said a word in silence, my dad had plenty of time to get back to the camper before the announcement and he was gone from us when the murder took place, he was driving my mother's car 1963 Cherry Red 2 Door 1963 F85 Oldsmobile that has a front end that resembles the description of the Corvair that the survivor described, the tail lights on that car is squire like the mustang tail lights?
My dad overreacted at the time, he should have said, kids don't worry daddy is here and there nothing to fear from that coward, but it did not happen that way, it was more shut up right now and nobody said a word not even mom.
The next day my dad is showing us his job site at Fiberboard Paper Mill there is 20ft by 20ft White Landscaper Shack that's my dad's office and he has no supervision he comes and goes as he pleases as he said while showing us his new job location, I am 8 years old at this time July 1969.
Dad wants mom to sell the Enco Gas Station in Port Angleses & The house and move to Antioch California and he states that he wants to get his 20-year retirement from Fiberboard, and they created the landscaper job for my dad because he had a landscaping business in Port Angleses.
My mother packed the 5 kids in the car and hightailed back to Port Angleses Washington as fast as possible is what I seen, like gone faster than we arrived, I know I never seen my dad even to say bye, my mom left like dad was nothing.
My dad returned to Washington State in Jan 1-5th because he took my younger sister & me to the Port Angleses Hospital Parking Lot and my mother is in a room on the 2nd floor holding up our new family member that was born Jan 3nd 1970 and now looking back my dad could of not been the sperm doner on the child born Jan 3nd my sister was born full term 21 1/2 inch long and good weight, the time frame will not support my baby sister as dads child she also has red hair dads hair is dark like my mom's?
Now my mom is still in the hospital and me and dad is alone, I asked dad where is the camper & truck he said he got rid of them before I went to lake Tahoe, "Late Dec 1969" then he said he won some money to get home on like a hard luck story told to a child from his dad, and I made it home he says. its January 3nd ish of 1970
The reason I asked my dad about that camper is because I woke up in that camper in 1968 to him fondling my privets parts dose the reader need more to understand, I am a prior victim of his sickness and nothing more needs to be said I never confronted him because of the way a child victim hold stuff in blaming them self for what the perpetrator dose.
We are in the dining room of our home and dad asks me if anybody has been around? Then dad said has there been any men in this house since I have been gone John? I said no, the only person I seen here was my P.E. Teacher, my dad gives me the eye, I say he was here Ron Symons he was parked right out front and my sister is in the passenger side of the car 1964-1965 Chev Malibu I told dad I went out and said hi to my sister & my teacher as dad took the chair to the pianio thru it across the room at the front door of the house put the leg of the chair thru the front door.. he was pissed off and I got away from my dad he snapped, nobody was home at this time but me and dad.
Our bedroom dad been home Fue weeks My brothers bedroom and I in cussing like loggers you can say, I hear my dad coming and he has me already in fear and I act like I am a sleep on the bed us 3 boy sleep in, I on the edge, my dad has snapped again and he has pulled off his belt beating my two older brothers he sounds like Bruse Lee those boys are screaming as they are getting whipped dad has the boys divided in the room like a lion tamer giving a beating, there is no way I am going to move, the boys are screaming at dad to attack me because I was not a sleep John is awake and he was cussing too as they get whooped my dad snap gone the boys are mad at me, then here comes mom to get us all as the old boys are worn down she abused with slapping hitting pulling hair, soap in the mouth, that women was evil to the core, behind the public eye.
May 1970 I have been placed in my mother's car and taken away with my two brothers and I wake being taken to a town in Easter Lewis County called Mossyrock, and a 8 lane bowling center is the destination, Marty Johnson bought this and George is going to manage the bowling center, is what is happing at this time, and my mother's Red Car gets totally trashed and vanished? My mother arrives in August and the blue car gets the same respect just abused its unbelievable that dad let by brothers destroy things and both of them had no respect for my dad at all.
Ok the bowling center is running and there is theft happing within the bowling center my brothers I caught them in the safe and was told by them not to say a fucking word to dad and do understand John, I would not say a word I would know better knowing those 2 boys.
Marty Johnson is here from Port Angleses my dad's friend, Dads Enco Gas Station is on Marty's land right behind "The High-Way Market & Marty Bought the bowling center for my dad to run and I think Marty Johnson & his son Danny Johnson is the best thing better then family to me giving my dad a place to work, I am about 10 years old in 1970.
Marty Johnson and I are in the bowling center, and I walk over to the pop machine and put some money in and pull out a pop without asking for money, Marty jumps my ass and says where did you get that money? Marty is here because money is missing is the clue I got from Marty Johnson, and I would not say one word because I have been groomed by my family to act a certain way thru abuse towards me as they have taken the manually of bullies to get what they want any way they can it's the way they are raised and I witnessed it as an abused child behind closed doors with beatings from my great mom, my older brother has been abused jimmy and I was beat with hot wheel tracks repeatedly in Port Angleses by our mother she enjoyed every time she attacked us. Lots of abuse back in Port Angleses from mom, dads the absent parent, that come home now and then, like his jobs keep him from home?
After the bowling leagues season was winding down, Danny Johnson came to the bowling center and I would be with Danny Johnson like he was my brother and that is what I felt I was raised with Danny Johnson as great friend, we went to the back room of the bowling alley he took what he explained as bowling lineage because AMF gets a penny for every time the sweep drops and this business must be able to pay its way, this place needs to be ran tight with no loss of money, it's a business Danny is telling me like it's a problem and I know what Danny was getting at, without accusing anybody by name... Danny Johnson had class that I respected to this very day.
Now the Bowling Center gets listed for sale by Darrel Vincent Real estate Agent Partner Of Marty Johnson and it's advertised for sale in California, Darrel Vincent gets the newspaper from advertisements the California News Papers, then pass them to Marty & Danny and they see George L Wrights Wanted Photo Of The Zodiac Killer, my dad's sold out? They Sold the bowling center behind my dad's back and kept dads' interest in the Gas Station & Our Family Home, that was listed with Darrel Vincent.
My Dad then moved us to Morton in Aug 1971 to open a 4-lane bowling center own by Mitzi Fairhart within a Fue month's I am in the basement with my dad and Danny Johnson comes down the stairs, I said dad look who is here its Danny Johnson coming down the stairway.
I think Danny watch me go into the bowling center followed me to see my dad as a witness to what Danny is going to say to dad, Danny Johnson starts calling my dad Zeorge over and over telling Zeorge if you ever come back to Port Angleses there will be trouble and yea I found you hiding in a basement like a dirty rat Zeorge, I had never seen Danny Johnson ever again and he was a great friend to everybody in our family.
I was surprised Danny Johnson came all the way to Morton from Port Angleses to call my dad Zeorge and tell him of future trouble and I would say the only reason there was not more of a seen is because I was there between them and witnessed the whole thing, so I personally know what really happened, what's true.
My dad shows up at mom's house on Division St because dad and my mother are split up in Morton's dads Blue 1968 Dodge Polara is behind the house so nobody can see the car, my dad's outside I see him thru the window as he is pounding on the car, with a 3 lb. hammer & chisel he is desperately cutting the car in 1/2 destroying a fairly new car, saying to me that car needs to go, then we take it to the dump 5 miles east of Morton and over the cliff or embankment it went my dad told me don't ever tell about this because I will be throwed in jail, John do you understand me, you're not to tell not even a friend what we have done john, not anybody do understand, yes dad I will tell nobody and dad, said forget this ever happened right now. This happens during my 6th grade year in Morton Washington 1972.
My dad lost everything he owned ran away to save to save his ass from the gas chamber in California.
October 11, 1969, a white male passenger entered the cab driven by Paul Stine at the intersection of Mason and Geary Streets (one block west from Union Square) in San Francisco, requesting to be driven to Washington and Maple Streets in Presidio Heights. For reasons unknown, Stine drove one block past Maple to Cherry Street.
George L Wright he also listed his address in the message to the newspaper in San Francico about the murdered cab driver Washington St. & Maple. Just contact the paper mill in or near Antioch Cailfornia "Fiberboard Paper" & Marriage archives in Brush Prairie he was married 1957 to Meritta L Dunn of Brush Prairie Washington.
As for the code brakers my dad was in the Korea war and had an in-crypton device as well as other type writers for his business and I actually played with this stuff at home as a kid at 5 to 7 years old the in-cryptor has like 7 or 9 handles on it and you move the letters up and down to make letters on the wheels move , I was so young I could not even spell but that device went bye bye when dad left to California played like it was a toy from time to time it seem fun.
I will tell you about my dad's big red bright flashlight he owns it was a Eveready with a big squire battery and It was used to blind deer in Port Angleses and game, it was my dad's and he kept it handy, he took it with him to California and it was never seen again... that was his light that blinded Betty Lou Jensen and David Arthur Faraday.
I caught my dad Wareing glasses one day by mistake, and he tried to hide them, and I said since when do you where glasses dad and he was not happy about that because he makes fun of people who wear glasses like me.
My dad smoked cigarettes the brand in the 1969 was Belair's, but my dad never used an ashtray he used his pants rolled up, flick his ashes like an ash tray and take the cherry off the but by rolling it with his fingers and thumb put it out like a tough guy and put the butt in his pocket no matter what, he was burning off his finger prints and not letting DNA being taking from him if all possible, and I had somebody say to me in the past your dad is the only person I have ever use his pants for an ash tray and not use the ash tray?
And I thought my dad has never used an ash tray and his cigarettes butts always goes in his pockets?
My dad's photos look to be Zodiac Killer he was working in Antioch California during the murders of 5 people.
It will not take a rocket ship scientist to prove that what I am saying is the very truth.
If you don't believe the story above its ok maybe it's a tough case... but true.
