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The Case of the East Area Rapist AKA The Original Night Stalker

261 Rape

Victim No. 7

Mon. 10-18-1976

About 2:30 a.m.

Kipling

Carmichael/Del Dayo

Baring Down

East Area Rapist

  He is the real life Michael Myers. He looked like the average teen, except for his morose eyes. Yet he is the No. 1 serial offender in history. He was so careful, he is known only by his DNA. The East Area Rapist, as he was known, struck California communities for 10 years— 1976-1986. Toward the end he became a murderer now known as the Original Night Stalker. He has 50 rapes and 12 murders to his record. Then he vanished. He would be about 58 years old now, living what appears a normal life. These are the files on his crimes.

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Narrative

   About 2:30 a.m. the victim’s son, 10 years old, hears his small dog repeatedly barking. The dog is secured in the garage. The father is away. The only other persons in the home are his  mother and his 4 year old baby girl.

     The son wakens completely and finally gets out of bed. He heads to the garage and opens the door connecting to the house. He leads the anxious dog to the back patio glass sliding door. He opens it and turns on the backyard light. The boy is shocked. There the light illuminates a masked figure standing near the kitchen window. The screen is off the window and leaning on the bush. The figure freezes and stands motionless. The figure wears a dark hood and dark T-shirt but, except for his tennis shoes, he is completely naked below the waist.

     The dog bounds toward the masked man. The masked man then scrambles for the fence and sits on it. The dog, being very small, yips more than barks. He is hardly frightening. Assailant lowers himself slowly and begins walking back to the house. The dog nips at his heels but the assailant doesn’t stop.

     The boy slams the slider door shut and locks it. Unfortunately, the boy, in his panic, did not secure the open kitchen window. Rather he ran down the hallway to his mother’s room. The last view he had was of the man’s masked head sticking through the kitchen window. It is then that he heard a plate fall and break in the kitchen. 

     He ran into his mother’s room and closed the door. He awoke her with frantic repeats of “a man’s in the kitchen window.” His mother turned on the light, reached for the phone and dialed the Operator. There was no answer. She heard a sound as if a man jumped onto the floor. She dialed the neighbor. No answer.

     She heard footsteps running down the hall. Her bedroom door opened. The masked man, nude from the waist down, stood there. He held a large knife in his gloved hand (gloves were black and white). She clutched her boy to her bosom and screamed.

     “Shut up!” he ordered in a hissing growl.

     It remains unclarified how the dog got back in the house, but he was there yipping at the stranger’s feet. Assailant now ordered: “Do exactly as I tell you or I’ll kill you. I’ll butcher you all to pieces. I’m going to kill you if you don’t get him. Shut him up!”

   The mother took the dog and cradled it in her arms, easing its fear until it just mildly growled. She said she could put it in another room where it would remain calm. She led the boy there and the masked man stood aside. She noticed he had blue eyes. Lifeless, like a doll’s eyes, they stared at her.

     After placing the dog in the next room she came back under the studious gaze of the masked man and sat on her bed, with her son now tightly embracing her and his face buried in her shoulder.

   “Who else is in the house?” hissed the assailant through clenched teeth.

     She told him just the daughter. She begged that he not hurt them. She blurted, perhaps none too wisely, that her husband was out of town. The masked man said nothing. He turned and walked to the phone. He violently ripped it from the wall jack.

     He left the room and soon returned with a towel, tearing it with his teeth, knife and hands. He said nothing. He yanked her to him and spun her around. He aggressively latched onto her arms and tied them behind her back. He then picked up her son and laid him on the bed. He tied the boy’s hands to the headboard. Then he tied his feet together tightly.

     “If you move, I will kill you,” the masked man threatened.

     The boy whispered that he did not want to die.

     The assailant threw a blanket over his head.

     He turned to the mother. He spoke in a clenched stutter. “Don’t move. If you do, it will take s-s-seconds off his life. If you do what I s-s-say, you won’t get hurt. I’ll be gone in a little while. If you don’t do what I s-s-say, I will k-k-kill you all.”

     He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her along before him to the family room.

     “Sit down!”

     She sat on the couch.

     “Where’s your money?”

     She replied that she had some money in an envelope for the Heart Association. There was nothing else.

     He didn’t seem that interested. He was stripping a towel and then knelt in front of her. He tied her ankles and then got up and left the room. She heard the usual routine that we have already established in the previous victims. He also went through the rooms opening drawers, kitchen cabinets, ransacking, rummaging, looking but not really taking anything of value.

   He returned. He stood over her. Then he leaned close to her and whispered, through his clenched teeth: “You’re beautiful.”

     She pled with him not to hurt her, telling him she was pregnant. He said nothing. He tied a blindfold around her head. A sweet tasting cloth was put in her mouth. Then he tied tightly another strip of towel around her as a gag. She felt him untie her ankles. He lifted her until she stood. He took her back down the hallway to her bedroom. He put her on the bed next to her son. He ransacked the room, opening and closing drawers. He picked her up again and took her from the room.

     He took her back to the family room. “On the floor,” he ordered devilishly. She clumsily fell and rolled. She was on her back. He unbuttoned her night shirt. He slipped her panties off.

     “You have a beautiful body. Do you lay out in the sun?”

     She shook her head.

     His mouth prowled over her body, then down to her waist. She felt his cheek on her thigh. His hands held her legs apart. His tongue slobbered around her and violated her. . . He stopped, got up and tied her ankles.

   She now heard him ransacking the kitchen, opening drawers and rifling through the contents.

   Something cold now touched her cheek. It felt like the flat side of a knife blade. “You lied,” he growled through his clenched teeth. “You said there was no more money. I’m going to kill you for lying. There was more money in the desk.”

     She shook her head.

     The point of the knife gently sailed down her body, along both hips and then back up to her neck, where he gently moved it across back and forth in the motion of cutting her throat.

     He whispered angrily: “If you don’t do what I say, I will kill you and your kids.”

     He rolled her over onto her stomach. Then he straddled and squatted on her. He placed his penis in her hands. It was lubricated.

     As he moved his hips about on her back, keeping his penis in her hands, he untied her gag and removed the cloth from her mouth.

   “If you scream or do anything, I will kill you. You better not fight me.”

   Then he started to work her rings off her fingers, but they would not easily come off. He began to get angry and tug at them.  She told him at least three times to get soap, but he kept tugging more aggressively. Then he went to the sink and came back and tried to work them off with soap. It still didn’t work.

     He cut her bindings. “Take the rings off or I will kill you.”

     Afterward he retied her hands. Incongruously, he now told her: “Your body is beautiful.” He lifted her up into a sitting position. He tied another blindfold over the other one and placed a hood over her head.

     Then, moments later, he lifted the hood over her mouth. “Suck on it!” he ordered. She felt his penis slide over her lips. He pushed his hips repeatedly into her face. Then he rolled her over, placed the knife at her back and shoved his penis into her mouth again.

     Then he raped her.

     “You’re such a good lover,” she said in an attempt to feign him.

       He stopped. “No one ever said that before. Most people just laugh at me.”

     “Do you like to be complimented?”

     “Yes. People make fun of me, especially since something happened to my face.” Then incongruously, he said: “I need to know what time it is.” He demanded: “Where’s your clock?”

   After she told him “in the kitchen,” he went there and started ransacking again. He even rummaged about inside the refrigerator.

     He returned and sodomized her. She replied he was hurting her. He picked her up brusquely, placed her on her knees, her face buried in the couch. He sodomized her again. He tied her legs to the coffee table. Then he went down the hall and threatened one of the kids that he’d kill the mother if they moved.

     He returned. He stood over victim for a moment and said nothing. Finally: “When will your husband be home?”

   She replied “Friday.”

   He sodomized her again, but only for seconds. He was gone briefly and returned. His tongued licked over her and then he raped her again.

     She said she was cold. He placed a blanket on her and orally sodomized her again.
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Then he raped her again.

     She may have passed out at this point.

     When clarity returned, the house was quiet. She worked the bindings off and called the police.

Investigation

     Since the rapist’s means of entrance was observed, investigation confirmed witness (10 year old son’s) testimony. The kitchen window screen was found on the bush nearby in the backyard. Investigation also revealed the disturbing similarities to the earlier cases. However, the rapist remained in the house for a considerable time, pointlessly ransacking and alternatively raping the mother. Nothing of great value had been taken.

Description

     Assailant was described as similar height and build as in the other cases. At one point the victim noticed that the hairs were dark (though not black) on his arms and legs. Victim believed his eyes were blue. Mask was black. T-shirt (dark), tennis shoes (not described but dark). Assailant apparently arrived without pants. Spoke in angry whisper, with teeth clenched. In this case, often spoke with a stammer. Carried a knife. Though it is not specified, he must have had a belt in order to sheath his knife on occasion.

Geography

 

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As you can see from above, the few photos so far shown are only of the entrance area. These videos will help to place much in context.

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House

The house was a single story, detached home, as were all the previous ones.

Analysis

     As with the La Loma rape, the victim’s house was situated near a greenbelt (William B. Pond Park) and, behind it, an open field that had been slated to be a highway. This project had been canceled by the city and now this huge open track of land was to be developed into housing.

   Both the levee walk, accessed through Sandbar Circle, and the 2 schools (Jesuit and Del Dayo Elementary) made it easier for the assailant to reconnoiter the neighborhood days if not weeks in advance without being particularly noticed.

     On the night of the attack the assailant had parked in the muddy field behind the home, walked straight to the neighbor’s back fence, and then walked over to the victim’s back fence. The area of Yorkville Place in the above aerials is approximately where he had parked when it was only fields. In pulling out, the assailant’s car tires left a muddy track. From a glitch in the print it could be determined that his rear tires were 84 inches round. It was very unlikely this large of a tire was on a foreign car. This was certainly not on a Vega. This is the third indication that the assailant had access to a variety of cars. Victim No. 1 had reported a mid sized car prowling Paseo. Witnesses reported a suspicious man standing where the assailant of No. 5 was known to have parked and reported the car was like a green Chevy Vega. This telltale tire tread indicated yet another, larger American car.

     The addition of stuttering to the rapist’s MO should be regarded as another feint. Prior to this no victim had reported stuttering. So far, the rapist had not killed his victims. Therefore he knew he was leaving potential witnesses behind. It is not surprising that he should disguise his voice repeatedly by snarling between clenched teeth, but that he should also throw many red herrings out to confuse the police investigators.

     Although the rapist had arrived at Victim No 3 without pants, the wearing of tennis shoes here is the first known use of them on the night of an attack.

     The rapist was clearly getting bolder and more confident, more sodden in his terror of a victim.  Clearly that meant the most to him.

Files on the EAR/ONS

QQ

Preliminaries

Introduction

A Word About Rape

   Notes on Personal Investigation

Logic verses Instinct

The Folklore of “Copycat”

Updates

 

Prehistory

The Summer of ’76

Victim #1
— The Beginning—
Rancho Cordova

Victim #2
—Careful Selection—
Del Dayo

     Victim #3
— Foiled Attack—
 Rancho Cordova

Victim #4
— Violent Improvisation—
 Crestview

   Victim #5
— Selected Target—
 Citrus Heights

Victim #6
— Curious Tactics—
 Rancho Cordova

     Victim #7
— Baring Down—
 Del Dayo 

     Victim #8
— Interrupted Arrival—
 Rancho Cordova

Analysis of First 8 Strikes

Victim #9
— Revealing Mistake—
 Citrus Heights

Victim #10
— Fair Oaks—
 Undaunted

  Living Dangerously
— The Year of the EAR—
1977

Victim #11
— Cats and Fields—
Sacramento

Victim #12—
 Blind Spot Reveals—
 Citrus Heights

Victim #13
— Unexpected Jogger—
Carmichael

Ripon Court Shooting

 Victim #14
— Over the River . . .
and Through the Woods—
  Sacramento

Victim #15
— Tactical Misuse—
 Rancho Cordova

Victim #16
— Opportunity Knocks a Clue—
 Orangevale

Victim #17
— Unexpected Spoke in the Hub—
 Crestview

Victim #18
— Moving Upwards—
La Riviera

Victim #19
— Presentiment
 of
 Impromptu Danger—
Orangevale

Victim #20
— Blind Spot
 and a
Stop Watch—
 Citrus Heights

Victim #21
— Tactical 1—
Del Dayo

Victim #22
— Tactical 2—
South Sacramento

Panic!

  After the Lull—
1977’s Autumn of Fear

 

Victim #23
— Tactical 3—
 Stockton

Victim #24
— Switcharoo—
 La Riviera

Victim #25
— Follow Diablo—
 Foothill Farms

Victim #26
—  Dump Truck Biker—
 Carmichael

Victim #27
— Condo Commando—
La Riviera

Victim #28
— Tail of Diablo—
 Foothill Farms

Victim #29/30
— Assault!—
 Carmichael

Maggiore Double Murders
— Critical Clue—
 Rancho Cordova

   Yet Another Year— 1978

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       Witness in Charcoal

Victim #31
— Distant Roaming—
 Stockton

Victim #31B
— Back to Rancho—
 Rancho Cordova

Victim #32
— Little Pocket, Big Clue—
 South Sacramento

Victim #33
— The Deep Dig—
 Modesto

Victim #34
— Co-Ed—
Davis

Victim #35
— Back—
 Modesto

Victim #36
— Forth—
 Davis

Silent Victim
— Lateral—
 Modesto

Victim #37
— Forth North—
 Davis

A New East—
 Contra Costa Corridor

Victim #38
—  Surreal Schedule—
 Concord

Victim #39
— Opportunity Kicks—
 Concord

Victim #40
— Cats and Fields Again—
 San Ramon

Victim #41
— The Way to San Jose—
 San Jose

Victim #42
— Sobbing in San Jose—
 San Jose

Victim #43
— Danville—
 Playing it Close

 

   No Stopping Him— 1979

Lacing with Ligatures— Thunderbird Place

Victim #43B
— Auld Lange Syne—
 Rancho Cordova

Victim #44
— Along the 680—
 Fremont

Victim #45
— Follow the Cats—
 Walnut Creek

Victim #46
— Sticking to Routine—
 Danville

Victim #47
— Walnut Creek—
 Dig and Retreat

Victim #48
— Shouted Out—
 Danville

Victim #49
—  The Unsuspected —
Goleta

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Murder
—Original Night Stalker—

Goleta
— Doctor Duo—
 Dec 30, 1979

Ventura
— Cats & Murder—
 March 13, 1980

Laguna Niguel
— Exclusive—
August 19, 1980

Irvine
— Home Alone—
 Feb. 6, 1981

Goleta
— Dig & Retreat Again—
 July 27, 1981

Irvine
— Epitome of MO—
May 4, 1986

 

         Phantom Predator—
  Analysis of EAR Crime Spree

       Analysis of EAR Prowling MO

Portrait of Terror

The Lair of an Arch Rapist

     The Mystery of the Silent Dog

Phone Calls

Thwarted!

Persons of Interest

Introduction

RP

MRL

 

Night Predator
Files on the East Area Rapist/Original Night Stalker

The Website of Gian J. Quasar

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