Jodi Foster - Forgotten Burial: A Cry for Justice from Beyond the Grave

Llewellyn Publications

Woodbury, Minnesota

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Forgotten Burial: A Cry for Justice from Beyond the Grave 2014 by Jodi Foster.

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Contents

: Mysterious Abilities

: Gift from God

: Leaving Montana

: What a Long, Strange Trip Its Been

: Haunting Nightmares

: The Clues

: First Night Downstairs

: Childhood Memories

: Fried-Chicken Dinner and Ernie

: Childhood Reality

: The Last Night

: Who You Gonna Call? Ghostbusters!

: A Call from the Neighborhood Church

: Rumors

: Signs and Signals

: Halloween 2000

: Revealing Photos

: Its Time for Counseling

: Things Start to Make Sense

: The Face of a Ghost

: Wise Women and Girls

: The Mysterious Woman

: My Mother (Hermie)

: Taking a Wrong Turn Turns Out to Be the Right Turn

Preface

Forgotten Burial is much more than a ghost story, its a spiritual journey of discovery. I moved to an apartment in Chico, California, in the year 2000. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined the terror and confusion I was about to experience: lights flashing, the hands of the clock turning, and my three-year-old daughters toy, a Sing and Snore Ernie doll, mysteriously relocated in the center of my living room, screaming, I feel great! I feel great! I feel great! And this was just the first night I moved in. The strange anomalies continued. This paranormal adventure introduced me to the ghost of a missing college student; a notorious criminal by the name of Cameron Hooker; and his wife, Janice. In 1984, Cameron and Janice were linked to a story that made national headlines: The Seven-Year Sex Slave.

Hooker and his wife seemed like typical young newlyweds, according to the neighbors. However, they shared a secret: a desire for sadomasochism, torture, and violent pornography. Unfortunately, their own sick relationship wasnt enough. They wanted a sex slave; hence, a grand scheme evolved.

On January 31, 1976, the couple set out from their home in Red Bluff, California, on a mission. They soon found themselves in Chico, thirty-five miles south. Their horrible vision was about to become a reality.

The day was dark and dreary, and rain clouds were filling the sky when the pair spotted their victim walking alone down a neighborhood street lined with small family homes and neatly kept yards. She was beautiful, young, and thina Caucasian woman with long, brown hair. The afternoon was turning quickly to dusk. The colder winter weather yielded the perfect opportunity to stop and ask the girl if she needed a ride.

The couple pulled their light-blue Dodge Colt up next to her. The young woman on the sidewalk explained she had just left a flea market after an argument with her boyfriend. Right away, Cameron and Janice knew they had found their perfect victim.

The following week, a local newspaper, the Enterprise-Record, ran a picture and missing-persons report which read, City police are asking for help in locating a missing teen. She was last seen January 31 and hasnt been seen since. She did not make it back to her apartment. Anyone with possible information is asked to come forward.

Soon weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and years turned into decades. The disappearance of the young woman remained an unsolved mysteryuntil my daughter and I moved into the last known residence of the missing girl. Through ghostly encounters, vivid dreams, and divine intervention, clues would soon be revealed.

My daughter, my friends, the residents of our town, and I were all affected by this mystery. My reality-bending adventures inspired me to write this compelling story.

Conversations have been reconstructed to the best of my memory, and some names have been changed to protect privacy. This book is composed of the opinions of the author and any allegations made about crimes possibly committed by Janice and Cameron Hooker are not intended as fact, but as the opinion of the author.

One

Mysterious Abilities

I am not a professional psychic, but I am someone who has special abilities. I repressed these abilities for many years, that is, until I encountered a supernatural anomaly that reawakened my belief in the afterlife and completely changed my life.

I was born in 1967 to what some would consider a nonconformist mother. My two younger siblings and I had an unconventional life in the remote mountains of Berry Creek, California. My family lived off the land next to a Native American cemetery. I was homeschooled, rode horses, and took baths in nearby Lake Oroville. I was a sensitive child who experienced premonitions, intuition, extreme empathy, and what I later understood to be paranormal activity. When I was younger, I thought everyones experience was similarthat they were like me.

My mother was born in 1948. As an only child, she was spoiled and rebellious. Her idol and role model growing up was John Wayne. As an adult she wore flannel shirts, blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. She rode, trained, and sold horses; smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, and had a couple of shots of whiskey each night to fall asleep. Aside from her long brown hair, worn in a braid, you might think she was a man.

After my mom went off to rebel against the Man in the late sixties, my brother Carl, sister Michelle, and I were mostly raised by my grandparents in a small mountain cabin with two rooms and a wood stove for heat. My father was absent most of my life because he traveled three weeks out of each month for his job as an engineer for the railroad. It was my grandfather, a retired mortician from Albany, New York, who shared spiritual ideas with me: ideas of acceptance, love, grief, and the possibility that life continued even after death. His philosophies on Christianity and Native American spirituality laid the foundation for my spiritual beliefs.