At YoYo-Dyne the word ‘horror’ has in the past been used as a description of out of control children, ex-husbands, family portraits, slide shows, auto-tune, Nevada and random pedestrian writers. The following chronicle embodies the unmistakable definition of that word.
Here is a true horror story
Once upon a time, 20 years ago, I lived in a tiny town in the midst of a National Forest called Idyllwild. A beautiful, magical place amidst mountains, tall pines, creeks, forest creatures and good neighbors. No stop lights, no police, volunteer fire department and not a corporate business or franchise store to be seen. We lived above the clouds in clean air and enjoyed delicious spring water.
Idyllwild is a town populated by painters, artists, misfits, musicians, students at the private arts academy ISOMATA, avid outdoors enthusiasts, quaint lodges, one of a kind shops, summer homes for the wealthy of Palm Springs, get-away weekend fave of LA stars, SoCal wanderers and the San Diego visitors. You have no idea how many of the tourists packed snow in their cars to take home. Cross my heart. The joy of standing outside of my store after a snowfall, just to watch the tourists slide through the main town intersection, cannot be underestimated. Espresso in hand, idiots doing unintentional donuts, and the crisp air combined to make this a winter hobby of sorts.
I was married to PsychoF*ck at the time of this tale. Ofttimes referred to as Lucky Ex-Husband Number Two. We’ll call him PF2 for the sake of brevity. My daughter was perhaps 3 or 4 years old. We and our friends participated in town activities, helped out at the grade school (built in 1928), joining in the 4th of July Parade and could never think of living anyplace else..
Curt was a doll, married for his second time as well. Karen was a stewardess with a wonderful six year old daughter from her first marriage. Cool log cabin home they’d built together and a cute little boy was born to them just as they completed their new home. I’d been friends with Curt prior to ever meeting PF2, Curt and PF2 wound up working together on jobs. We all became good friends.
Karen, Curt’s wife, had a nasty ex-husband. Really nasty. As in prison nasty. Wanted to see his daughter though, despite any silly restraining order…then kill his wife. Despite her ex’s prior convictions for manslaughter and god only knows what else the SOB still had parole coming up.
PF2 worked with Curt every day, and because of that I became very good friends with the family.
Then one day in the late winter Curt disappeared. His car, wallet, clothes were all still at their unlocked home.
Karen, Curt, PF2 and I had a bad feeling; Her ex-husband had been released from prison a few weeks earlier. No one had a good feeling about this.
Our entire tiny village, the overwhelmed police, local citizens, FBI and cadaver dogs all searched days, weeks and it painfully became months.
Three months later, when the snow melted, Curt’s body was found. In a shallow grave. Tortured, beaten, burned, signs of restraint and pepper spray. The latter must have been used to subdue him.
At the camp ground in the same mountains where Karen and that abomination had originally met. The beautiful and peaceful San Jacinto mountains where we all lived then.
Their daughter was fine… physically. His toddler too young to understand the implications.
There was enough evidence to convict Karen’s ex. He fled the LA police department, gun in hand. He jumped from a bridge during pursuit and died. The sick bastard was never brought to trial.
At Curt’s memorial I was asked to speak, and tried to keep it as light as I could. Curt was one of the sweetest, kindest giving men I’d ever been friends with.
“When I met Curt he told me one thing I will never forget….If you have a baby boy never open your mouth when changing his diaper”
Monsters are real. Be careful.
~Miss R
names have been changed
The joke at the end is a wonderful way to remember him
So sorry he was pulled from you and his family like that.
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Thanks EG. Exactly what I thought at the memorial. Not many people laighed (or got why I did it) but the people who DID matter did: his wife Karen, PS2, and a few other friends, Take Care Babe
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Here’s how close Curt was to us: he loaned PF2 and I 10,0000 to help with a down payment on a new house. How many friends would do that?
Paid him back within two months -smile-
RIP Curt
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Thank you for sharing some of his story with us.
Are you still in touch with Karen and daughter?
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EG: call Karen and her daughter,.. and Curt’s second son who was born after his death. Been a few months. Should call tomorrow. This has become raw again.
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Those words of wisdom can only be due to his own mistake. Listerine, anyone? What a horrible way for a person to do. I am so sorry.
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Thank you honey. It was horrible, and I’ll never forget. Wrote a short story about the incident. It is on a laptop that crashed and I’ve no way of retrieving it.
Was meant to be published and know that not only I, but Karen need to see it some day.
The reason I’ve never disposed of that laptop. You know why.
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I’m sure there is some way to retrieve it off the hard drive. I hope….
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Been tryin hon, for several years, CD doesn’t work nor does the A drive. Oh it’s an oldie but not goodie Compaq. Have faith though. Lots of good stories on there, besides the horror of Curt, Wrote on that machine for years before myspace, FB or WP.
Thanks for the thumbs up -smile-
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Can’t someone take the drive out and rescue the files? Well, I know they can, so let me rephrase this…. Is there someone who would be reasonable in their pricing, or even a friend, who can take the drive out and rescue the files… ???
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yes hon… they’re all exes -d’oh-
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You have given me the impetus to get that hard drive out and see if it’s still functional. Bless you girlfriend!
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you’ve had an interesting life so far Rachael…haven’t you? love his advice – a wise man. continue…
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Tony, interesting is a perfect description, and euphemism, for this gal’s life. You’re right too… what better advice could I possibly share?! Curt would have rolled on the floor laughing
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OMG it seems way to inappropriate to be funny for this post 😯
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Agreed…
Yikes… unbelievably awful!
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We always believe things such as this only happen on forensic TV shows or Criminal Minds. Rarely does the horror hit so close to home
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the dichotomy of life isn’t it Loon?
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Sad but true.
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Hmmm…sad and horrific story. Poor daughter and baby boy…
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Thanks for writing that kayjai. It was a good wake-up call to myself while posting: remember to cherish every single moment of life, friends and family
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Good lesson to pull from this one, Cherie.
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Yes those little boys just love to widdle when one least expects it… I think the grown ups call it water sports but hey what would I know? 🙂 lol A great posting and graphic too, but… Just add a jump to the left and a jump to the right, hey you know the rest so don’t be so naughty 🙂 😉 lol Have a wicked Thursday Miss. R or else? 😉
Androgoth XXx
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Being jovial is what I do but I know that this
posting was a serious offering, I just wanted
to say that before I leave for the morning…
Androgoth XXx
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I have more than my fair share of these. I have the odd hard drive stored for precisely the same reason. The unlock is out there. Time to tap your forensic friends. I have one to ship off to the department soon for recovery. I will be a bit escared to find out what is on it…I remember that time a little too well still.
Heartfelt {hugs},
Red.
xxx
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