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Date Posted: 16:09:08 08/02/01 Thu
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Tip received

The following is a tip received via eMail on this site. Please be aware that it is somewhat graphic and harsh.

To Whom It May Concern:

The disappearance of Stacey Colbert has haunted me
from the very moment I heard of it on the evening news
one night three and a half years ago. I wasn't even
watching the TV at the time. I was putting my daughter
to bed when I heard the information coming from the TV
in the other room. I froze where I was, barely moving
a muscle while the reporter told her story. I didn't
sleep at all that night. Let me tell you why.

I'd like to preface this by saying that I am not some
new-age crackpot who goes around trying to tap into
the "energies" of the universe. I am, in fact, a very
pragmatic and grounded person. That being said, I have
had occasion to experience what one might consider
psychic episodes. As far as I can remember, most all
of these experiences have involved a violent death.
They are very disturbing visions that erupt out of
nowhere, usually triggered by a news report. That is
what happened the night I heard of Stacey's
disappearance.

As I stood there in my daughter's darkened room, I was
bombarded with visions. The first was of Stacey's
face, lifeless and blank, her eyes open and staring
into nothingness. She had been strangled, so her face
was swollen and her eyes had red splotches in the
sclera from the broken blood vessels. It was a
profoundly disturbing sight.

Each time I closed my eyes I would see more. I saw
that she was stuffed in a big garbage bag, the kind
used for construction debris. Then she was sealed in a
second garbage bag much like the first, fastened with
a cable tie. Her body was then bound with either
coaxial cable or electrical wiring, which was also
tied to a number of cinder blocks. She was lying under
about 30 feet of water next to the footer of a bridge.
I believe the body of water was the Olentangy River. I
can't be sure which bridge it was, but there can't be
many bridges across the Olentangy that have footers
and are in 30-foot deep water.

As time has passed, I have gotten more visions of
details about Stacey's murder. I believe the
perpetrator was a young man. For some reason, the age
of 26 stands out for me. He was an average man,
nondescript in every way. He had brown hair and brown
or hazel eyes. He was under six feet tall, perhaps
around 5'-10" and 170 pounds.

He knew Stacey casually, but had developed something
of an infatuation with her. This infatuation turned
into something of an obsession, as I believe he was
stalking her. In fact, I think that he followed her to
Mirror Lake that Saturday. I get the impression that
he arranged things to make it seem that they had just
happened to run into each other coincidentally at the
park, "How about that! Funny seeing you here." Her
guard was down and had no suspicions of this man. They
talked; they walked. He was emboldened by her
friendliness and openness.

When he came to her door she would have let him in
without questioning it because she knew him. He was
expected, perhaps. To watch a movie or two since
neither of them had a date or plans for the evening.
Maybe they even went to the movies. I'm not entirely
sure. At some point, he makes advances. She is shocked
as to her it wasn't a date, and she had no romantic
interests in him. They were just acquaintances.

The killer is deluded. He believes that she has been
coming on to him all night. He is enraged at this
rejection. The phrase "fucking dick tease" keeps being
repeated. Apparently he was under the mistaken
impression that she wanted him and became so
infuriated when she rebuffed him that he threw her
down on the bed and ended up strangling her.

I see him putting her body in the plastic bags and
tying it up with the wire and the cinder blocks. Then
I see him putting the whole assembly on the back of an
older white Chevy pickup truck with green markings.
It's a fairly old truck, probably dating from the
early '80's. He dumps her into the river. It is just
before sunrise. It is still very dark with the light
just beginning to show in the east. Then I see him
leave, going west. He doesn't have much, takes even
less. He's on the road by the time it gets dark that
Sunday. I got the impression that he was headed toward
Arizona possibly.

I have been vacillating over whether to contact the
police in this matter for years now. I was so unsure
as to what to do. I was afraid that all of these
impressions were just the work of my overactive
imagination. I kept asking myself, "What if I'm wrong,
and they take me seriously? What if I'm sending them
on a wild goose chase?" Only to be followed by, "What
if I'm right, and they find her body? Would they think
that I could have been involved?" So for the last few
years, those nagging doubts have been winning out.

Then there was the story on the news Tuesday night.
You see the very mention of Stacey's name brings me to
tears. I'd see the flyers on the telephone poles
around campus and I'd feel sick to my stomach. I even
carried one of the flyers with me for a while, fueling
that inner debate on whether or not I should call.
It's all I've been able to think about for the last
couple of days. I know that her family is Jewish, and
that it is very important to them to be able to put
her body to rest, even if they never find her killer.
Now I find I'm asking myself, "What if you could have
helped them find her three years ago? What if her
family could have buried her then? What if the police
could have gotten fingerprints off the plastic bags
and identified the murderer?" I feel so awful. I just
didn't know what to do.

I don't know if you can take me seriously. I may just
come off sounding like a crackpot. I only want to help
in any way that I can. Stacey's image haunts me,
although I've never met her in my life. In any case, I
hope and pray that you find her.

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Replies:

Another possible "psychic" tip... -- Anonymous, 18:00:01 02/05/02 Tue
- Thank you -- Anonymous, 20:54:24 03/21/02 Thu
I don't know what I think of this -- Anonymous, 20:41:20 03/19/02 Tue
- Probably not planned -- Anonymous, 19:47:05 03/21/02 Thu
  - Seems risky -- Anonymous, 21:24:51 04/09/02 Tue
- Latest Tip -- Anonymous, 19:55:02 03/21/02 Thu
- Upstairs neighbor statement -- Anonymous, 21:14:13 03/21/02 Thu
  - Upstairs Neighbor -- Anonymous, 08:05:56 04/10/02 Wed