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PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION: STREETS OF
GOLD
LOCATION: PARALLEL STREET TO SARAH'S LAST WALK, JUST
OFF MR. TREWORGY'S HOUSE.
TIME:10:15 P.M. SATURDAY NIGHT
I had been lounging about, checking the nights tv listings and keeping
an eye on a enthusiastic video game, when my Co-investigator inquired what time I was taking her to the fireworks. Fireworks
you say? Sure, probably once in a lifetime event, with triple the amount paid on the normal sparklers and bottle rockets.
I'm thinking, flipping the page to see what else is on. Okay,
we'll walk down, do a bit of a house tour, and on the way back, walk the Murderer's Row. Or in this case, suspected
Murderer.
It's been a number of years, since I've been on the streets that late
at night. Not remembering the orange tinted streetlights. They were certainly giving off the eeriest glow.
The fireworks went off without a hitch, after several attempts at finding
a place to roost whilst we watched. After several hard rocks, and lofty hills later, we settled upstream, and turns
out probably the best view of the fort, the bridge and the huge fireworks.
Now if I could just get that 32 mb vid of the finale up
on youtube, I could post it here.....Okay, where was I, back to the investigation.
After regaining feeling in my legs, and saying our goodbyes to the
family of 20 under 5's that showed up mysteriously, just before the show began, and proceeded to climb all around us, bump
into us continuosly for the entire show.
We quickly vacated the area, and the hundreds of vehicles all trying
to do the same.
We headed down main street, avoiding the unruly tourists, that instead
of walking single file, had to hold hands as they walked through us clothesline style, forcing me into the street, and my
cohort on to the lawn.
We made it to my now favorite street, since I had to research every
house on it to find the golden boy's house. We quickly made our way up, avoiding the 2 rotweiler, pitbull and hunting
beagle scrap.
Treworgy's house, looked dead. More then dead, it looked undead.
We turned on the unamed side street and headed down, the route he might have shadowed the route that Sarah took on that faithful
night to see, who she was walking with. Down about halfway, I took a shot back, to see if I could catch anything, and
that damn orange tint was working me up into a frothy lather of drool, making me want to actually camp out in the middle of
the street, for an all nighter of pics.
In my intial review of the pics. I did spot a face
matrix. One that had possibilities, but without a backstory, or follow up photo, would have been a little thin, even
for me.
Don't need much of an imagination to see that one.
Heck, I would have run with it anyways. Last I checked, matrix's are just faces, without detail, such as beards or actual
pupils in the eye sockets. Anyways, I'm down to the last pic, and aimng for a cool looking banner, when I zoom in on
the center image.
On the first zoom, it actually appeared to come out of the orange tinted
darkness, enough so, even my strong constitution, was startled a little and actually leaned back in my chair.
Several hoots and hollers, and zooms and more hollers later, my Co-investigator
startled from her nap, came in to see what the commotion was.
First time ever, and I quote, "How did you insert Sarah's pic into
the street scene"
A may be a bull.....most of the time, but I do take my evidence seriously.
No tweaks, no photoshop, this is the actual untouched crop of the larger pic.
How is this and the other headshot any different than any
of the other matrix type photos I have on this website? Eyeballs for one.
How can I claim that to be Sarah, sure it's obviously a woman, very
similar to the drawing on the previous page.
See here's the thing as I was diagnosing the photo. I realized
for a perfect headshot, her lower left side jaw would have to be formed.
Then a quick blink, and rubbing of the eyes, and an actual lightbulb
above the head going off.
Sarah's left side lower jaw, was crushed and missing. Partly
the reason her head fell off, when she was eventually found, and picked up to be put in a casket. The image
before you, is a image of Sarah's face, minus the exact part that had been bludgeoned from her head.
So was the other man, waiting to meet her? Or was the other men,
waiting to murder her? Either way, a bearded man was on the street that night with us.
Do I think Sarah Ware haunts the streets that she was murdered on?
Without a doubt.
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