{end of dream}
Sue does not recall any of our conversation. After Rebecca's murder, I didn't think the conversation was the important thing anyway.
I waited 3 days, and armed with one dream, a small amount of information from the local news, and psychic intuition, I sat out on my mission.
My first stop was the house in which Rebecca Hoyler had lived. I drove past slowly, and could feel the sadness. It mingled with my own and nearly brought me to tears even though I'd never known Rebecca.
I zeroed out my mileage counter and headed up 16th Street.
News reports had said Rebecca's vehicle had been left on Spring Street between the 1600 and 1900 blocks. Of course it had been towed away long before I began my search, but I was relying on my instinct. It had been pretty good so far. We'd see how good I was at locating a vehicle that was no longer there .... a vehicle that I'd never seen in my life!
When I came to Spring Street, I stopped at the stop sign and looked down at my counter --- 1.1 miles.
Round trip from the house to the street where her vehicle had been left, and back to the house was 2.2 miles. Why was I not surprised? I'd seen that 2.2 mile thing so many times .... so many times.
Spring Street is a one way street, so I had to go over a block and turn right to get up to 19th Street. I wanted to drive from the 1900 block down to the 1600 block and see if I could determine where her vehicle had been parked. Quite a challenge, in the rain and knowing nothing about the area, but I did it.
I drove slowly down Spring Street - one block - there was a silver Jeep Cherokee parked on my right at the corner of Spring and 18th. It looked almost identical to the one I was driving .... what did I feel when I passed that Cherokee?
I retraced my path and came down again. Same thing. I definitely felt 'something' every time I passed that Cherokee!
Dropping on down to 17th Street, I was about to turn right again, when I decided to take a break, go get Sue and come back. Maybe the feeling wouldn't be there then.
We left Sue's house and headed back to Rebecca's house, where the experiment started all over again.
Sue looked at me as we passed the silver Cherokee .... "Feel anything this time,? she asked.
"Just enough to get me out in the rain," I replied as I pulled over to the curb and parked.
"What are you going to do?" Sue asked.
I intended to go door to door if I had to, but I was going to start with the house where that Cherokee was parked!
I splashed my way back to the white house and hurried up the steps and out of the rain.
I don't know what the lady thought when she came to the door. It's actually hard to tell. Never the less, I asked her if she knew where Rebecca Hoyler's vehicle had been left.
She pointed directly across the street - to the corner of 18th and Spring ... and said, "See that fire hydrant there?" "It was right there."
"Headed toward your Cherokee?" I asked. "Yes, it was," she replied.
"Yep, the old BMW has still got the knack," I told Sue when I got back to my Jeep.
I can't explain it, anymore than I've ever been able to explain it, but I still recall a day when the cops called me to say they couldn't find a certain man, and could I help them. They'd been looking for him for 3 days. I'd told them I'd go find him, and a half hour later I called them and told him exactly where he was. That had been on April 17th, 1994.
Sixteen years later [almost to the day] I was tracking a vehicle that I'd never laid eyes on, and went right to where it had been parked..... even though the news reports had been 'misleading,' because the vehicle was actually parked on 18th Street! 'Thank you silver Cherokee on Spring Street.'
Sue thought that Rebecca's vehicle might have been towed down to Eddie's Auto, and I really wanted to see or touch her car, so we went down there. It was not there and the guys inside said to try Mary's Towing over on Staunton Avenue. Off we went to Mary's towing.
There was only one house there so I parked in the parking area in front of it and walked up on the porch. Sue waited in my Jeep, just as she had done up on Spring Street.
A knock on the door brought a response from a lady inside the house .... "Come on in, it's open."
I walked inside and found myself speaking to Rebecca Hoyler's mother!
After apologizing, and feeling like a fool, I offered to leave, but she said, "No, have a seat," - so I did.
I'm not going to list the case information here, but those reading this can rest assured that it has been turned over to the Parkersburg police. I NEVER withhold information that I believe will help solve a crime .... any crime, but especially murder.
A million thoughts raced through my mind ...
A phone call in the month of April from a woman named Rebecca:
Speaking to a woman named Mary, while Sue sat in my Jeep ..... a dream in which Mary, Sue and I were all present.....
"When was Rebecca's birthday? I asked her mother.
"October 5th," came her reply.
My deceased cousin was born October 5th, 1947.
The woman named Rebecca who had phoned me had the same last name as a man who I believe has done some terrible things, and gotten by with them, so far.
That man's girlfriend is named Cindy. Her birthday is March 2nd. There are {42} days from her birthday until the day Rebecca Hoyler was murdered.
Sue's dream didn't warn of Rebecca's death, but it showed what would occur after her death. And it showed me something else.
Whatever gift I have comes from God. I have recently been accused of being a 'gold digger' {in print, on a public forum} simply because I wondered if the killer of Rebecca Hoyler could also be the killer of Ruth Robinson and Kimberly {Sue} Jones. I was accused of preying upon a grieving family.
This hurt my feelings. I would never do such a thing, and I have never taken a dime for my assistance in my life. How that coward could say such a thing to me is beyond me, but he/she did say it.
I will not hide my work from the world, and neither will I apologize for it
As far as I can determine at this point, my work is finished on Rebecca Hoyler's case.
My deepest, heart felt sympathies go to her family and friends, and it my sincere wish that they catch, prosecute and convict whoever killed this lovely young woman.
For those who wish to see what was said to me on the WTAP message board {where everything is screened before being allowed to be posted} I intend to copy and paste everything on another page .... along with my response, of course.
Sincerely,
Bonnie M. Wells
4/22/10
** 4/23/10: From the employee parking area at Olive Garden to where Rebecca's vehicle was parked on 18th Street is 2.2 miles:
It is precisely 2.2 miles from her home to the stop sign on Spring Street where her vehicle was left (1.1), and back to the house:
WTAP TV Message Board Comments
Rebecca Hoyler-News
Page where the 'Rebecca' phone call can be found, under the 'I'm Not Allowed To Forget' section
The 42 Days Connection in cases
The 2.2 mile connections
From 1214 To 2141
My April Story Page
