Thursday, October 26, 2017

Devil's Breath in my face (literally) ~ crazy story

I was recently contacted by a woman through my blog regarding Devil's Breath and what she claimed had happened to her ... family.

You've got to remember, I write books about these Devil's Breath true stories of crime so it would not be out of the realm of possibility that one could contact me leading me under one impression yet having a completely different motive, you cannot blame me for being "cautious".

The woman (with a slight foreign accent) asked me to meet her in a location that appeared to me hugely precarious ... a remotely located "park and ride", of which I googled then used satellite to find.

The place was entirely remote.

Still, my curiosity was peaked (can't help myself) and I agreed to meet with her taking along with me my personal 9mm my two Pitbull Terriers and my 278 lb body guard who carries with him a .45, a 9mm and a blade and we set out on the fairly long drive.

By the way, this was quite a distance of drive time so this was not just a short jaunt for us.

With this in mind, I made reservations for one night at a pet friendly hotel nearest to that park and ride which by all accounts was still 20 miles away from our hotel.

I think my body guard, the dogs and I listened to some Five Finger Death Punch and Disturbed in-between exchanges of what we may encounter once at our destination and or how things could play out if things went south.

As we approached the hotel, my body guard and I stopped at a nearby convenience store and grabbed 4 tall Ice House Edges (2 for him, 2 for me) to kick back once at the hotel. We both get out of the truck when chaos among my dogs breaks out almost immediately.

As usually happens on these rode trips, my dogs decide to start barking at anything that moves (this includes people, all people, anyone and anything) for as long as I am not inside the truck.

The barking turns into howeling and it quickly becomes apparent that we will not be able yet again to keep a low profile in another place. We inevitably encounter people who think two 85 lb incessantly barking Pitbull's are either absolutely adorable or they fear them and give us dirty looks. We encounter the former most often.

I guess if two unfamiliar people and two barking Pitbull's in a black truck with guns, cranking out Five Finger Death Punch rolled into my town, we'd secretly question their purpose too I guess.

Needless to say, we grabbed the beer and jumped back into the truck and headed to our hotel.

The next morning, while trying to decide before 10 am if it would just be easier to stay another night at the hotel while getting my things together to meet with the woman for 12:30 pm,
I make the decision to stay.

Why not right?

Its only one more night and we will have the chance to actually relax at the hotel, maybe have a few, then tomorrow we can jump into the truck for the long ride home. 

This is kind of a bitter sweet: at the moment I was glad I did but later as you'll see, I probably shouldn't have

So, after calling the front desk to confirm our stay for an additional night, we leave to go meet the woman.

As planned, we arrived at the park and ride at about 12:20 pm and noticed five cars dispersed in the lot. There was two cars that appeared to have a person or people in them.

Of all five cars, the woman's car was parked quite further away from all of the other cars and I knew it was hers because she told me that she was in a black Toyota Corolla.

As we approached her car we noticed a young boy sitting in the back seat with blankets and some items that appeared crammed in the back window. It appeared that he and the woman may have been living out of their car but the woman was no where to be found.

We stop a short distance from the car so as not to scare the little boy and waited to see and meet with the woman.

My dogs start barking and I notice in my vision to the right a woman coming out of the woods and she waves at us.

With my dogs barking at the woman, we shut the truck engine off and both get out of the truck to meet and introduce ourselves.

The woman almost immediately relays to us that she is sorry for not being in her car when we got here but she had to "pee" and was "peeing" in the woods. Due to the dogs barking it is hard to hear ourselves talk, so I asked Phil (my body guard) to go start the truck and turn the AC on high for the dogs and with the radio. This always settles them down and they generally go to sleep.

And so he does.

The woman then tells me that the boy in the car is her six year old son and together they have been living out of her car because of what happened to her family due to a group of people using Devil's Breath on her husband.

So of course one cannot help but to be concerned, and so I asked her if she and her son would be interested in having lunch with us and we could talk further. I noticed that she immediately turned her eyes up at me, then to the right and declined my invitation.

At that moment, I heard the sound of a car coming somewhat from behind me to the right and from where the woman's eyes had glanced over to,

I'm thinking "its a park and ride", its really not that unusual for cars to be coming in or leaving and she probably doesn't want to leave with her son to have lunch with strangers.

Phil comes back after situating my dogs, and he tells me that he noticed two cars had just pulled in and are parked one each at the entrance and the exit. The cars are not blocking anything, they are just parked there.

I tell him; "Phil, its a park and ride" cars are going to be coming, parking, leaving and driving through".

But what I did notice was that one of the cars that was parked among the others somehow while we were talking, had moved its parking space closer to the woman's car and as expected, Phil was already aware of it.

So, with no real place to sit and talk to the woman to hear her story, I asked her if there was someplace she wanted to go to talk, for a walk or something and she said how about in my car?

I agreed to walk over to her car with her and in my mind stand outside of the car while we talked.
Phil remained standing between our truck and the woman's car scoping the lot.

When we get to her car, she opens her door and unlocks the others and tells me to open the door and go ahead and get in. She then say's "hold on" as she needed to clean off the passenger seat for me to sit in.

The woman, standing outside of her car but bent over inside the drivers seat, then asks me to hand her her purse that was on the floor of the passenger seat.

I bent over to reach for her purse and with my eyes peering toward the floor of her car, something told me to look up. I just had an odd feeling.

To be honest, if she were static electricity, I was the hair that stood on end. That's the feeling I was experiencing.

When I did, I saw the woman bent over and her hands shaking while she was opening a small square glossy package that was smaller than the palm of her hands and I heard Phil yell to me "cars, people coming, get outta there"

As I quickly backed my upper body out of her car, she demanded "hold on, hold on, stay here".

I could hear my dogs barking like hell as I ran to my truck. During this, I heard two other cars start up although at the time with everything going on, I don't know which ones they were but I know that I heard two cars start up.

We left the park and ride very quickly, passing the car that had come in and parked by the exit.

Phil kept asking me "what the hell happened right there."

I told him that I believed she was trying or going to "wack" me with Devil's Breath and that there were other people waiting in the parking lot obviously involved.

We drove back to the hotel, took the dogs out of the truck to go to the bathroom then went inside to our hotel room. On my way through the lobby, I stopped at the front desk and did something I don't normally do.

I told the front desk that if anyone called the hotel for me I did not want to take any calls (anyone that I needed to talk to or needed to talk to me has my cell number and can call me directly)
and I also told them that if anyone came to the hotel looking for me, I did not want to be bothered.

This is not like me and sounds rather smug, but I was a little spooked by what had transpired earlier.

I have no evidence at all that this person had Devil's Breath, that Devil's Breath was in that tiny little square package or that she was going to use it on me, but I do know that she had bad intentions.

The situation was just unsettling and too questionable from the beginning.

So, over the next couple of hours I make a few phone calls, we order some food and Phil and I start planning our schedule for the few days after we return home.

After dinner, we decide to head out to grab a few beers at the convenience store.

We can't leave my dogs in our room even for just 15 minutes to run to the store. Dogs can't be left unattended in our hotel room, so we put their leashes on and head out of our room.

We enter the parking lot and while walking to my truck Phil calls my attention to two specific cars that are parked in the hotel parking lot but are at a fairly descent distance from where we are parked. In them, each had two people sitting in the front seats.

From our perspective, we couldn't see if anyone was sitting in the back seats of either of them.

Ironically, the cars look like the two cars that were both parked each at the entrance and the exit of the park and ride.

Can't be I said out loud, and I swore not to let my imagination run away with me or any ... paranoia

To think ...I wanted to stay one extra night at the hotel to be able to relax.

We leave to go to the store. When we get back, the peculiar cars are both gone or at least from where they were parked. Well, if they were there, we couldn't see them.

OK, so I'm thinking (and I may have told Phil) that I was being just a little over dramatic in my thoughts about the cars and what had happened earlier in the day.

We get back to our room and Phil notices that one of his two cell phones is missing and tells me that he thinks he left it in my truck.

I grab both dogs to take their leashes off and Phil runs back out to the truck to retrieve his cell.

Phil gets back into the room, and out of breath he tells me that both front tires of my truck are almost completely flat (he was able to retrieve his cell from the truck)

~ I would really enjoy finishing this post right now but I can't, I was just given 30 minutes to be somewhere (literally) so I will finish this post tomorrow ~

Continued from yesterday:

So I said; "what the hell happened from the time we were in the truck a short while ago driving to the store to getting back and having two almost flat tires?"

I have a large, experienced body guard for a reason.

Phil is very good at what he does and he knows we weren't followed or that anything happened while we were at the store.

Additionally, both of my dogs were in the truck when we went to the store, we would have heard them barking like crazy if anyone even went near my truck at all. So, if my tires were slashed, it didn't happen at the store.

It would have had to have happened when we returned to the hotel from the store and it would have had to happen very quickly between the time we returned, entered the hotel and  a few minutes later when Phil went back out to the truck to retrieve his cell phone.

My paranoia starts to build and in my mind I'm wondering if there could have been anyway we were followed by anyone when we left the park and ride even though I'm confident that we weren't.
(its a normal thought) even though I know Phil would have known if someone were to actually follow us all the way back to the hotel.

My thoughts then turn toward; this was coincidence and nothing more than a random parking lot incident and I should probably let it go and just make a call to get my tires fixed so we can just leave at check out tomorrow.

With my truck tires not being able to be fixed until morning, we are pretty much stuck at the hotel unless we want to call for a limo or taxi.

We settle in for the duration of the night and I don't remember at what time, but at some point later on in the evening I got a call to my hotel room from the front desk.

The front desk expressed to me that a person had left a package at their desk for me and asked the hotel to specifically deliver the package to my room in hand rather than having me go to the front desk for it.

Knowing that I earlier stated that I didn't want to be bothered, the hotel was basically giving me a courtesy call to let me know of the package and the opportunity to have it delivered to my room or to pick it up at the desk.

Honestly, I didn't immediately know what to say and because I didn't expect a "package", I was taken by surprise. To my recollection I said something on the lines of "how big is this package?"

This had to have been in reference to the small, square, glossy package that was in the woman's hand hours earlier that appeared to have reached my subconsciousness because the delivery of my question was almost knee-jerk, when my question should have been; "who delivered the package?".

The front desk told me that the package was a rectangular shaped box that was about 8 inches long and about 3 inches tall. I really didn't care at the moment about the package really, as much as I was concerned about who had delivered it.

So, of course my next question is "who delivered it and when was it delivered?" The front desk proceeds to tell me that a woman delivered the box about 20 minutes ago and the front desk then asked me what I wanted them to do with the box.

I could have sent Phil down to get the box and check it out or I could have the hotel deliver it to my room, then have Phil check it out, but I didn't.

Instead, I told the front desk that I would be down to pick it up, knowing of course that Phil would be on my heels.

Make no mistake, I really didn't care about the box. I wanted to know who delivered it because I knew it somehow had to do with what happened earlier at the park and ride and my flat tires.
So at this point, I'm more pissed off then I am concerned with the contents of the box.

I hang up and tell Phil what is going on and we both head down to the front desk to pick up my little surprise (yes I left my dogs in my room) along the way with Phil insisting that he would be the one to take the box outside before opening it and with me bordering on the line of calling the police because I feel like I'm being stalked.

As we approach the front desk I can't help but look around to see if we are being watched.

To add to the paranoia, its dark outside, the lobby of the hotel and where the front desk is, is entirely all glass so someone could be anywhere outside watching us and it would be difficult for us to see them outside due to the bright lights on inside the hotel.

Phil and I walk over to the front desk and claim the box. Phil is examining the outside of the box like its something foreign that he's never seen before and I'm looking at him saying; "Phil, its a box".

We both head toward the front door to exit the building (in my mind to find the dumpster, in Phil's perhaps not)

Now outside and with both of us scanning the lot out (me out of paranoia because I feel like we are being watched), I notice the woman from the park and ride and three men standing in the parking lot and directly across from the front atrium doors of the hotel.

They are just standing there watching us. They made no effort to hide themselves from being seen by us, instead it was if they were deliberately positioning themselves to be seen by us.
It was actually kind of creepy.

Clearly, we (or I) have been targeted (really? me? this is dumb) and I really don't want to entertain another night here but I have no choice since my truck is basically out of commission until tomorrow morning.

So, I tell Phil "don't open it, just throw it in the dumpster, I wanna get the hell out of this place". 
Phil in the meantime is having a stare down competition with the four individuals and is ready to rock.

Phil and I head over to the dumpster and get rid of the box before heading back into the hotel.
I am now trying to project an "I don't care or you don't scare me" kind of attitude.

Knowing how these people work, my next step is going to be an expensive one, but in all seriousness its something I have to do.

We can't stay here.

Options in transportation back home for us are minimal because we have ... two dogs with us and so
a taxi is out of the question and its too late at night to get a car or SUV rental.

So, I call and make arrangements for a limo to take us all back home which required a separate security deposit for my dogs, and I then call a tow truck co. where I live and I schedule to have my truck towed all the way back home.

I don't know how the woman from the park and ride and her side kicks found my hotel, I'm convinced they did not follow us from the park and ride when we left, unless they had others secretly watching our arrival and departure, but I'm confident that we were not followed back home in the limo. As for my truck being towed back home and followed, that of course I can't be sure of.

From my most recent experience, it is my hope that sharing it with you has provided you with some insight and although minimal; some knowledge of how these criminals operate.

Thanks for reading
~ TJ

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Take a peek from the book "The Devil's Breath Secret Circle and in detail ... How Devil's Breath Powder works

Being that I was within only inches of the bedroom door, that meant that I was also wedged between the closed door and a 1920’s large bedroom vanity that was my grandmothers and I had no ability to go anywhere or move as I slammed up against the door from fear. With a clenched fist an inch from my face and his body just as close, my husband said;
“Get the fuck out of my bedroom before you regret what I’ll do to you, get the Fuck out now or I’m going to kill you”

When he saw me cry, with a blank look as if something was missing or shut off in his brain and with eyes who’s soul had disappeared, he said;

“Yeah, cry now bitch, just get the Fuck out before I kill you!”, “I will kill you right here!”, “get out or I will do something to you that you’re going to regret!”
Body found
The pipe is past around one last time and you, having already taken several hits off the pipe don’t see anything wrong with taking one more hit, and so you do because in your mind, this uncomfortable situation will finally end. 

The pipe is then put away. and one thing leads to another and for approximately ten or fifteen minutes or so you find yourself conversing with these new people about what needs to be fixed in between some banter regarding the circles when you suddenly begin to feel a little odd.

Your new friends can see it in your face and they reassure you not to worry and that native American tobacco is a little stronger than commercial cigarettes and you notice the two men glance at each other and say something n a language that you don't recognize.

The odd feeling begins to over-come you and you know that something is terribly wrong but you don't want to panic or lead on that you are actually quite scared.


You leave the room and quickly grab your cell phone to call your wife to let her know where you are and what is going on, but she doesn’t answer. The answering machine goes off instead and in panic you decide to leave her a message so she will know where you are and what is happening to you, but when you try to talk, you can’t.

All that is coming out of your mouth is a mumbling of sort, no matter how hard you try to pronounce words. In your mind you know what you want to say, you know what you are trying to say, but it just won’t come out the way you want.

You know what you want to say but it just doesn't come out the way it is supposed to.

Pushing the button that speed dials you're home, you try again but again she doesn’t answer and you hang up before the answering machine goes off again.

Whatever is happening to you, it is happening rapidly and you're not sure what to do.

You then make another attempt to call your wife in the hope that she will answer and can help you or can get help for you, but the answering machine instead goes off again and you hang up but then feel someone grab your hand and they take your cell phone away from you.

Actual phone records
With your head feeling as if it were weighed down, you slowly pick up your head to see who it is, but you can't see them very clear because your eye sight is extremely blurry now too and you feel yourself in motion, elicited by the two men who are pulling you forward but your arms and entire body feel extremely weighed down and immobile.

Your three new friends are now going to keep you under lock and key and watch as you go through a physical and emotional hell for the next four hours.

They will do nothing to help you except maybe tie you down so that you don't run away in a crazed mental frenzy, taring off your clothing when your body
dangerously rises.

Unknown to you, in four hours you will physically feel much better but you will be in a drugged, and confused state yet you won't outwardly appear drugged. You will have no memory of smoking the pipe, you won't recognize that your new friends are actually “new” friends of yours, you will believe that you have all been friends for some time and you won't remember the four hour of hell that you went through.

Actual court documentation

Among us exists a circle

Within that circle exists a smaller, yet highly populated circle 
that serve to blanket the workings of an even deeper circle called the third ring.
Within the third ring exists those who have special knowledge;
a highly guarded secret and sinister use for Devil's Breath 
among the unknowing and unsuspecting.


How unfortunate the things that you will never know:

You don't know and you will never know that they are going to keep re-dosing you to keep you drugged without anyone knowing for as long as it takes them to gain complete control of your mind and your life.

The memories that you had of your wife, your marriage, your life and your family that you had on the day that you entered the building to fix the issue, are being stripped away from you and you will never get them back.

What you know now of your family and what you know now as your life will never be the same for you or for your family.

You won't remember that life, you will never have the ability to realize what happened to you once they are done and there is nothing at all that you can do now to stop them.

Absolutely nothing.