She was an older woman, at least old enough to be my mother. I wasn�t actually put off by this fact. I thought it gave her story even more credibility. I knew that she was not kidding, and that she had no reason to make such a story up. Her age also made it more evident that even someone who was mature could fall into the grasp of a man like Christopher. Being in her forties, and having a daughter my age made me realize I should take this very seriously. I had an instant respect for her.
She said that her hands were shaking as she wrote this letter.
Dear Christine,
Within the last few weeks, I�ve been in contact with Martin Riccardo, who: in his last letter, provided me with your name and address. It was such a welcome relief to write him: and now you.
Until now I�ve felt no one would believe one iota of what�s happened to me -- I�ve contacted parapsychologists, psychics, even Wiccans, trying for an explanation for this. Only after I began bit of research on my own did I realize that I was dealing with what we�d call a vampire.
According to Mr. Riccardo, my experience and yours; of a "powerfully hypnotic vampire" are similar.
I�ll leave some small details out for later and try to be brief -- bear with me; for indeed this is difficult to write.
This "person" showed up at a store I worked at over a year ago. He seemed to always be there when I�d be ready to leave; or on my free time. He walked up to me one day- and just seemed to know all about me. I was attracted to him so much that the girls I worked with teased me. His opening line -- I�ll never forget it- was "My, you have such unusual green eyes, do you know what green eyes and fair skin mean?" Well, no I didn�t! He was always there and each time I saw him I felt some sort of recognition that I knew him and should place all of my trust in him. It wasn�t long before I�d be ready to fall asleep at night; then see his face glaring at me. (This still happens.)
One day he just showed up at my door for a "visit." I never told him where I lived, however, from then on he was here on a daily basis; much to my husband�s chagrin. Yet on evenings when my husband was home it would seem he fall into very deep sleeps.
Suffice it to say the relationship became intense; and the deeper it became the more I lost control of my reasoning. If I so much as heard Jim�s voice on my answering machine, telling me to come to see him, I�d simply go. My friends would try to "hide" me out at various clubs, restaurants, etc. So I could break away from him -- but he�d always casually stroll in. Finally, I was just unable to act on my own accord. Many more strange events took place during this time.
The ultimate was when I went to his home one evening and he poured a drink for me; then mumbled something about how I would be joining him soon. It was my time, etc. All I remember is waking up in my home the next morning then being very ill; Eventually going to the doctor's office and hospital for tests. I discovered I was terribly anemic, suffering from exhaustion. And asked if I had a bad bite from a dog or perhaps an insect, for my wrist was swollen and gashed.
Let me say that I�m still, after almost a year, struggling to break free. I have a new job; am divorced, and very busy. Yet on occasion he pays his "visits" to my new store. It takes all I can do to not look at him. In his own way he still wants control.
In closing a brief description of Jim -- if by chance- he�d look the same as the one you�ve dealt with. Jim is tall, very thin, long blond hair, green to green-gray eyes. Career? He told me all along he was "self employed." Typically, modern dresser -- jeans, etc..
I do hope after reading this you�ll consider advising me on anything that can be done to further break the chains he has on me. Believe me, it�s affected every aspect of my life. Thank you for allowing me to pour all of this out to you.
Truly,
Laura
With equally shaky hands, I immediately wrote back to Laura. I wrote every single detail that I could remember of my experience with Christopher. I tried to express my excitement, as well as reassure her that she hadn�t gone mad!
Before I received a letter in response, she sent a Christmas card. Inside it she wrote, "I�m so thankful to have been put in touch with you. It�s a great Christmas present!"
Several days later, I received her letter of response.
Dear Christine,
I can�t begin to describe the joy of receiving your letter. I must admit, too that our stories are quite similar. Talk about "goosebumps"! I�ve never even mentioned until now that music also had a great deal to do with the control Jim had (and, yes, still has) over me.
Not long after he began hanging out at the store he asked what kind of music I was into. Well, I�ve always loved my rock, metal, alternative, etc. And I told him so. He then asked if I�d ever heard of a group named Queensryche. Jim lived and breathed this group -- gave me c.d.�s and tapes as gifts -- all I can say now, looking back, is that their early material is very vampirish; and they "took over" my mind to the point of not wanting to listen to anything else. If you are unfamiliar with this band, I�d like to send a few tapes to you for your opinion.
One of my joys in life was going to a local club that brought in good metal band and rock bands. After Jim entered- and took over my life- I even lost interest in the club. I only listened to "his" music.
Yes, I agree with you- I was madly in love with Jim as well and would do anything he asked; including letting him "bite" me. He said it enhanced his passion. At the time I was dumb enough to believe that. After all, there�s no such thing as a vampire- HA!
The rest of the world will tell us �it�s all a fantasy� that we are just imagining the person to be so. I�ve even been told by one renowned psychic and paranormal researcher that vampires are non-existent. I beg to differ!
Yes, I also think of Jim every day. The hold is too powerful. Though I�ve tried to block his image out, it still is there. A few weeks ago, while at work, I knew he would be stopping by. My little "voice" kept saying "You�ll see Jim today" and as always, he did stop by. Sometimes I�m frightened when he does this because my first impulse is to leave with him. Just let the real world disappear again.
You�re right about the magical aspect of these people. He could actually make me feel so powerful; and hundreds of good things happened. Yes, magical things -- too much good luck.
Strangely, Jim told everyone he�s 29 too. Coincidence? He too bundled up (sunglasses and all) in daylight. He first told me he had an allergy to sunlight. I guess so!
I will tell you this (not even Martin knows) I literally had to fight not committing suicide when I told Jim I could not handle this bizarre relationship anymore. I really feel he did his best to seek revenge. When I cut him out of my life he told me it was my death sentence. You don�t know how low I sank; and it�s taken me a year to overcome much of it.
Yes, Jim too reaches me through my dreams, and no you�re not crazy! His favorite game is to project to me at exactly 3:00 a.m.. Many, many nights I try to fall asleep early because I know once he enters my dream state I�ll awake usually wringing wet and freezing and be afraid to fall asleep.
With my job as department head of ladies, you can well imagine me dragging to work at 7:00 a.m. looking exhausted day after day. When co-workers tell me I look pale and tired, what do I say? "Oh, it�s just that damn vampire!"?
Yes, Jim did cause in a great part my divorce and I�ll go into greater detail on this next letter.
I think it�s super that you are corresponding with people to gain a better perspective; and I�d love to hear what they have to say. How were you put in touch? Was it through Martin?
It was so difficult for me to write him that first time. I thought about it a few days and figured all he could do is laugh if he wanted to. But it was quite the opposite and I�m eternally grateful to him for letting me unload all this on him. And eternally grateful to have been given your address.
I do hope to be able to correspond with you. At long last someone who�s been there too!
Please write when you can and thank you for your wonderful letter!