The "Symbolic Murder"

Of My Sister

By

Bonnie M. Wells

www.starlightinnerprizes.com

This story is part of the "Lookin' For A Killer" Series:

It is story #1 in the "Duplication" Series, and is "color coded" for research purposes:

* indicates name has been changed:

Color Code is as follows:

Regular Text

Special Emphasis and/or Clues

Patricia-Pat-Patty-Patsy

Fulton


Patsy Sparks

Patsy Dawn Sparks was an 18 year-old Marietta {Ohio} girl who went to the Wheel Club to listen to the band Asylum on the evening of April 22nd, 1992, and never returned home.

I didn't know Patsy; never seen her or heard her name until she disappeared. Even so, I became concerned immediately, because she had disappeared on an "anniversary" date. April 23rd was the anniversary of the death of someone I knew. But there was only three people who knew it .... Me, Judy and Wild Bill.

Patsy Sparks was destined to be the first, in a long line of murder's that I would eventually come to consider .... "anniversary strikes." But I couldn't see that back in 1992 ... back in the "beginning of the deadly game." It would be several years before I could actually see the pattern myself, and begin to try to show it to other people. Most would never see it.

My friend Judy and I interviewed Patsy's family and some of her friends within weeks of her disappearance, and when we walked into her grandmother's living room and saw the large oil painting of Patsy that hung on the wall, we were both speechless. Blond hair and blue eyes, the same facial structure ... the girl looked enough like me to be my daughter!

Already we'd lost Terri Roach {1990}, a girl who bore a striking resemblance to my daughter Christina.

Actually my own daughter didn't resemble me much, with her chestnut colored hair and eyes. Patsy looked like me while Terri looked like her, and the really weird thing about it was .... Terri Roach and Patsy Sparks were related to each other!

I'm not aware of any actual searches that were conducted for Patsy Sparks. That's not to say there wasn't any, but if there was they were kept about as hush-hush as everything else in this area.

I worked Patsy's disappearance from a psychic viewpoint and determined that she was in fact dead ... a murder victim .... and that her body was "north" of Marietta. I honestly felt that her killer had brought her through Belpre, down route 618, made a right hand turn onto State Route 339, went through the Veto, Ohio area and right on northward.

Ultimately it would be some 30 months before two hunters stumbled across Patsy's remains .... "north of Marietta .... in Noble county."

But, before she was found.... I continued to work her case as well as Terri Roach's case and a few others. There really weren't that many in 1992 and 1993.

I had a dream one night about an old, wooden, covered bridge, and felt the dream pertained to Patsy's case. Thus began the search for the bridge of my dream ... a dream that I would eventually title ... The Old Wooden Bridge Dream. That dream, as with most other psychic information was sent to Detective John Winstanley who worked for the Washington County Sheriff's Department back in those days. Eventually he'd walk away from the unsolved cases. But I wouldn't .... Oh no, I'd be right here working those same cases the day I died! There is no doubt in my mind.


The Old Wooden Bridge Dream

I was a front seat passenger in a vehicle driven backward by a Catholic sister....a Nun. I sat beside the door while a dark haired girl sat in the middle. In the back seat, and directly behind me sat my distant cousin *Ken.

Beside of Ken sat two other unknown girls who stared straight ahead and never spoke.

"Why don't you turn this damned thing around and drive it correctly before you wreck and kill all of us?" I yelled at the driver.

"We tried that, and you weren't happy." the nun quipped.

Within seconds the car sailed from the road and came to rest in a grassy field along side of an old covered bridge. "Now look what you've done! Why didn't you listen to me?" I screamed at the Nun.

The women disappeared from the dream, and Ken and I stood in the field looking at the bridge. I couldn't understand how traffic could cross the bridge because the road only extended a few feet from each end and went nowhere! Ken patted my shoulder and assured me that everything was going to be alright because Ross Perot's helicopter was coming to pick us up! "Perot has a chopper? I didn't know that," I replied as Bob led me toward an air craft that already sat in the field. We climbed into the back of the aircraft and I thought that it seemed far larger than a helicopter / 'chopper'.....more like a transport plane!

The rest of the dream is irrelevant at this point and time (and is told in its entirety on another page on this site) but what is important is the fulfillment of that dream.........

The 6-25 Warning

The first time I ever saw the Harrah Bridge was shortly after the dream. I'd roamed around the area with a few friends, searching for a bridge that looked like the one in my dream, but had not found it. Not until Wild Bill took me there one night as we returned from his brother's house.

I sat behind Wild Bill on the Honda Goldwing motor cycle that Mike and I had sold him a few months earlier. It was a motor cycle, but it was not a "chopper." It was a large "touring" bike with full dress.....had a lot more room "in the back" for the passenger than any chopper ever made!

Wild Bill owned a tote-along travel trailer for the motor cycle. The bike had a license plate and so did the cart, but the numbers were not the same. The license number on the cart was Ross Perot's birthday 6-27!!! ..... and that cart was attached to the motor cycle the night that Wild Bill took me to see the bridge! The time was.....just after midnight on 7-03, 1992 ....{The second anniversary of Terri Roach's reported disappearance. She was found murdered on 7-11-90. Her case remains unsolved.}

A trip back to the Harrah Bridge in the daylight hours of 7-03-92 revealed that the bridge had long ago been closed to traffic. Guard rails stopped anyone who might have ventured across and the graveled ends of the old road that once carried the traffic across the bridge no longer connected to anything......so, they went nowhere, just as I'd noticed in my dream.

Although I had an uneasy feeling the night I sat on the back of the motor cycle with Wild Bill, it would be some time before I realized the importance of the events of that evening and The Old Wooden Bridge Dream.

I made another trip to the Harrah Bridge while still working Patsy Sparks' case. For some reason I felt drawn to that area. There again, none of it would make any sense until a short time later.

I wanted some "back-up" for my trip to the old bridge, so I wrote to Detective Winstanley and invited him to accompany Judy, Linda and me. I received no response, so when the day arrived we three women took a solid black German Shepherd named Shadow and off we went to search the area on our own.

Wild Bill was also invited that day, but he too declined, saying he had to work. {Days later I discovered that he had not worked that day, but had taken the day off and gone somewhere. I never learned where. This action would be repeated almost every time I did any research, interviews, etc. on any of our murdered girls!}

Wouldn't you know ... it was pouring the rain down by the time we were supposed to go to the bridge.

We found nothing that day, and I was glad Wild Bill and Winstanley had not come out in the rain and tramped around all day. No sense in everyone getting sick.

It wasn't long after that day that I realized why I'd been clinging so tightly to Detective Winstanley. It would take a while longer to figure out why Wild Bill was always in the picture!

The 305

Kimberly Fulton and her two year old son Daniel died on the night of 3-05, 1995. Early news reports said they died in the fire that destroyed their mobile home, and for awhile I thought that was correct.

Then dreams began coming in that indicated there had been foul play before the fire was set. Had the dreams all been my own, I may have discounted them. But they weren't all mine and so I wrote to Detective Winstanley and told him I felt they had been murdered before the fire was set." Had Kimberly's parents, especially her mother, Vera Paxton not also insisted that there was something wrong, I doubt my word alone would have gotten anything accomplished, even with Winstanley......

The bodies were exhumed and an autopsy was performed. Both Kimberly and Daniel were dead before the fire was set! Both had been murdered. Theory was that Kimberly had been choked to death {see The Wild Man Dream} and Daniel had been smothered to death ... possibly {with a pillow from his own bed.}

I dug my Old Wooden Bridge dream out of storage and began deciphering it. It was absolutely full of clues!

The Dream & The Reality

Kimberly Fulton was a Catholic.

As Patsy Sparks had my "sister's" first name, Kimberly Fulton had her last name!

Paternity tests had just revealed that Daniel's father was a man named Harrah.

Kimberly lived within a short distance of the Harrah Bridge, and she died on the anniversary {March 5th} of the wrongful death case that was held in Parkersburg, West Virginia for my dead brother.

"We tried that" case on March 5th, 1990 and "I was not happy," at that time.

Ken sitting directly behind me showed that this case would involve a time period in which "Ken" was "behind" me or in my past. He left the area approximately three years before Kimberly was murdered.

Ken's presence in the dream also gave another clue. He was my "distant cousin on my mother's side." Terri Roach and Patsy Sparks were distant cousins on their mother's side! I believe the two girls sitting in the back seat with Ken were Terri and Patsy. Both of their murders were "behind" us....or had already happened by the time I had the dream. Also, Ken's address was 703 ____ Street, and 7-03 was the estimated date of Terri's murder!

Daniel Fulton's birthday was October 14th ......so was Detective Winstanley's!

The Next Victim

Kimberly was not the next murder case after I had the dream. The next murder victim was a dark haired girl named Ronda Manley.

The way I figured it, Ronda was the girl who sat in the front seat "beside me" or "next" to me, and she was the "next" murder victim and was killed on "my husband's birthday." Thus we see the "beside me....or next to me aspect revealed."

Just on the other side of "Ronda" was the "Catholic" "sister" who was driving. I paid close attention to this portion of the dream and noted that Kimberly was indeed the "next" murder victim after Ronda Manley; was "Catholic," had the same last name as my "sister"; and had been "driving" the night she was murdered.

She had driven to her parent's home to visit and then had driven "back" to her own home.

Of the four victims .... Terri, Patsy, Ronda and Kimberly .... Kimberly was the only one who owned a vehicle.

And there was yet another aspect of the dream that I would not be able to see for another three years. By 1998, I realized that Ronda Manley's murder sat "in between" the symbolic murder of "my sister" and the symbolic duplication of me!

My sister is Patricia [Patty] Martin-Fulton. The murders of Patsy Sparks and Kimberly Fulton, was {in my opinion} the symbolic murder of my sister.

Everybody had a theory as to who murdered Patsy Sparks and Kimberly Fulton ... including me. But, I was the only one who seemed to be able to add any backbone to my theory. Everyone else appeared to be selecting whoever they wanted it to be! I wasn't interested in that. I didn't care who disliked who .... who disliked me, or who I disliked {and there were many by this time!} ... I wanted to know who was murdering our people, regardless of who he was ..... or who "they" were, since everyone seemed to think we had several men who had killed one woman each. I didn't think that. I thought we had a serial killer on our hands. Only problem was, I wasn't sure anyone in this area even knew what the term meant, or cared to learn what it meant.

By the time Kimberly Fulton was murdered, Wild Bill and I had parted ways and were no longer on speaking terms with one another. That didn't stop his weird behavior, and it didn't stop me from documenting his weird behavior!

Tip Of The Iceberg

Patsy Sparks was not found until after Kimberly Fulton had been murdered. By that time, I was convinced that someone was creating dramas that revolved around me, my family and maybe even my friends. Now I admit, there were those who said I suffered from "delusions," but I was pretty sure it was they who suffered from one form or another of mental problems, and not me! In fact, if pushed hard enough I could prove it was them!! And of course there were those who insisted everything was "coincidence." I didn't believe that either. I'd admit it was "circumstantial," but not coincidental..... After all, my sister's name is Patty Fulton.

I'd seen Wild Bill highlighted or pinpointed within the Sparks case, but I'd had to interview Patsy's family and friends in order to find him. That was not the case in the Fulton murders......although an interview at a later date would reveal even more strange and bizarre circumstances and coincidences for those who were keeping track.

In The Neighborhood ... Again

Just six weeks after I ended my friendship with Wild Bill in 1994, he landed himself in the Washington County jail for 60 days!

When that happened he lost his job with the company where he'd worked for eighteen years.

He was released from jail on {June 25th} 1994, and almost immediately his brother gave him a job in his home-owned business. This enabled Wild Bill to drive right past Kimberly Fulton's home on a daily basis!{Please see "The Duplication - Symbolic Murder Of My Daughter for June 25th connection in 1998}

I was certain Wild Bill had known Kimberly all along. Her former husband had leased a corn field that was located within fifty foot of where he operated a crane before he'd gotten himself fired. I could only wonder how many times she had stopped there to speak to her husband.....or how many times she had brought his lunch to him as he worked in the field.

Kimberly's ex-husband grew up in the same town as Wild Bill. Kimberly attended the same Catholic church that Wild Bill's family attended. And Kimberly worked with Wild Bill's mother in not one, but two separate locations! He absolutely had to know Kimberly Fulton, and there was no if, ands, or buts about it.

I didn't know any of Kimberly's family {the Paxton's} and wouldn't realize it until sometime later, but back when Wild Bill and I were friends, we'd driven past Kimberly's parent's home on several occasions. Each time it had been under the pretext that he wanted to see one of the guys he worked with. But each time, we failed to stop for one reason or another. Now, I couldn't help but wonder if he was keeping an eye on Kimberly's mother or was watching to see when Kimberly visited.

Wild Bill's New Woman

Wild Bill found himself a "new woman" shortly after he got out of jail. One that had a job and would "help" him. He and his family were always looking for women that could "help" him. Personally I thought he needed a good psychiatrist if he really wanted "help!"

Never the less, everyone said that "*Chevette Woman" ... {as I dubbed her because I didn't know her name and she drove a gray chevette!}.... was a good woman and that she and Wild Bill were going to get married. I didn't think so. He'd not marry anyone until he "needed" a guarantee of silence. Well, I was right. He didn't marry her....in fact he only kept her until he could get the job that he was really after.

Within 3 months of Kimberly Fulton's murder Wild Bill was employed by a river company that had the name "Martin" in their name! Later, I learned that Kimberly's father also worked for this company occasionally. I was not surprised.

Within another 3 months, Wild Bill threw Chevette Woman off the "family owned" property that he lived on, and used for his sexual exploitations of naive women, and grabbed himself another "new" one .... one named "Bonnie!" The "Patty-cake" game was over ... It was time for the "Bonnie game" to begin.

{To see connections between my sister, "Chevette Woman", Wild Bill and another dead person, please see "The Lion Roars & A Wildcat Takes His Mate. Absolutely astonishing.}

This man went further than all my teachers put together in convincing me that the theory of evolution was correct! He just went out into the jungle and got himself a new woman any time he wanted one! Funny part was.....they all had a connection to me, my sister or my daughter! This strange phenomena would continue right on into the year 2003, and no one ever saw anything unusual about it. Hell, I'm not even sure they saw "it" even after I wrote and showed "it" to them!

But, their blindness was not my problem. My problem was that someone was killing innocent people who were connected to me or my family by names, dates, times and places! It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever heard of in my life, and I resented the hell out of those who refused to even consider the possibility that innocent people were dying because they fit into the warped puzzle that a lunatic had worked out in his own mind so that he might "get even" with me.

{To see how "Wild Bill" duplicated me in his life, you just have to read....

"The Duplication Of Bonnie Martin-Wells!"}

Cases Remain Unsolved

As of this writing, Kimberly's case remains unsolved.

As far as Wild Bill is concerned.....well, what can I say? I guess the only thing I know for certain is......he was not home the night Kimberly and Daniel were murdered. Where he was is probably anybodies guess.

He'd been sneaking out of the house after "Chevette Woman" and her kids went to bed, all along. He'd two-timed her for months before she moved in with him and the cheating had continued after she moved in, but no one could reach the woman to tell her what he was doing.

My friends and I watched night after night as he sneaked from the house and roamed our area in search of other women that he could bribe. It was one hell of a way to have to live, but no one within the field of law enforcement seemed to have a problem with it.

The only problem they seemed to have was with me. It appeared they just wanted me to shut my damned mouth and leave Wild Bill alone....in fact, this very statement would eventually be made to me and a friend by the Washington County Prosecuting Attorney......Michael Spahr.

But that would be several years after Kimberly and Daniel were murdered. In fact that would even be after a few more local women had been murdered. Come to think of it, it would be "after" a Washington County Grand Jury indicted Wild Bill for the rape of a thirteen year old girl named Kay!

.....Yeah, I remember now.... Mike Spahr made that statement to me "right after" he dropped those charges against Wild Bill and I marched into his office and demanded to know why. That's when he said...."If you don't want any trouble with Wild Bill, then leave the man alone and don't bother him."

And of course I also know that as Wild Bill's job has expanded and his travels become further and wider.....so have the unsolved murder cases.....

{Note: October, 2006: Well, here I sit, two dozen 'symbolic murders, 430 web pages, and eleven years later, and it still continues folks. Check out the Brandi 'Wells' case on my October page! This is absolutely insane, and apparently there's not a cop in this nation that can even follow it, much less stop it! Well, maybe someday, when I get time, I'll do up yet another web series, and I'll name all the "Symbolic Murder" cases .... just the names, no 'confusing details,' and show 'who' they represent. Maybe someone out there will be able to see what I've been screaming about for sixteen solid years now, while the dead bodies have piled ever higher. Heaven help us all. }

2007 - As Promised!

The Symbolic Murder Series

2009 New Page: Kimberly Kay Fulton

PC Book #10 - Triangles Of Murder

Lookin' For A Killer Series - Homepage

Dreams Panned-Out Series - Homepage

Pure Coincidence - Page Two

Pure Coincidence - Page Three

www.starlightinnerprizes.com

Bonnie M. Wells

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August 5th, 2003 / 3-22-04 / 10-23-06 / 6-07 // BMW