VICTIMS

Victim Pages include suspected victims of Ted Bundy. Every woman Ted has even been remotely accused of or suspected of being involved with will be listed here.

1978 Cheryl Thomas [survived]
1978 Karen Chandler [survived]
1978 Kathy Kleiner [survived]
1978 Kimberly Leach
1978 Lisa Levy
1978 Margaret Bowman

1975 Caryn Campbell
1975 Denise Lynn Oliverson
1975 Julie Cunningham
1975 Lynette Culver
1975 Melanie Suzanne Cooley [suspected victim]
1975 Nancy Baird [suspected victim]
1975 Shelley Robertson [suspected victim]
1975 Susan Curtis

1974 Brenda Joy Baker [suspected victim]
1974 Brenda Ball
1974 Carol Daronch [survived]
1974 Carol Valenzuela [suspected victim]
1974 Debra Kent
1974 Denise Naslund
1974 Donna Manson
1974 Georgann Hawkins
1974 Janice Ott
1974 Karen Sparks [Suspected Victim]
1974 Laura Aime
1974 Lynda Ann Healy
1974 Melissa Smith
1974 Nancy Wilcox
1974 Roberta Parks
1974 Susan Rancourt
1974 Santa Rosa Hitchhikers [suspected victims]

1973 Katherine Devine [suspected victim]
1973 Santa Rosa Hitchhikers [suspected victims]

1972 Santa Rosa Hitchhikers [suspected victims]

1971 Rita Curran [suspected victim]
1971 Santa Rosa Hitchhikers [suspected victims]

1969 Elizabeth Perry [suspected victim]
1969 Susan Davis [suspected victim]

1966 Lisa Wick [suspected victim]
1966 Lonnie Trumbull [suspected victim]

1961 Ann Marie Burr [suspected victim]

I know the feeling
It is the real thing
The essence of the soul

The perfect moment
That golden moment
I know you feel it too

I know the feeling
It is the real thing
You can’t refuse the embrace…

NO!

It’s like the pattern beneath the skin
You gotta reach out and pull it all in
And you feel like you’re too close
So you swallow another dose

The pinnacle of happiness
Filling up your soul
You don’t think you can take any more
You never wanna let go

Cause it’s the root of experience
The most basic ingredients
To see the unseen glitter of life
And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife

Cherish the certainty of now
It kills you a bit at a time
Cradle the inspiration
It will leave you writhing on the floor…

This is so unreal,
What I feel,
This nourishment,
Life is bent,
In to a shape,
I can hold,
A twist of fate,
All my own,
Just grit your teeth,
And make no sound,
Take a step away
And look around,
Just clench your fist,
And close your eyes,
Look deep inside,
Hypnotize,
The whisper is,
But a shout,
That’s what it is,
All about,
Yes, the ecstasy,
You can pray,
You will never let,
It slip away,

Like the sacred song that someone sings through you
Like the flesh so warm that the thorn sticks into
Like the dream you know one day will come to life
Try to hold on just a little longer, longer, stronger

It’s the jewel of victory
The chasm of misery
And once you have bitten the core
You will always know the flavor

The split second of divinity
You drink up the sky
All of heaven is in your arms
You know the reason why

It’s right there, all by itself
And what you are, there is nothing else
You’re growing a life within a life
The lips of wonder kiss you inside
And when it’s over the feeling remains
It all comes down to this
The smoke clears, I see what it is
That made me feel this way…

I know the feeling
It is the real thing
The essence of the soul

The perfect moment
That golden moment
I know you feel it too

I know the feeling
It is the real thing
You can’t refuse the embrace…

This is so unreal,
What I feel,
Flood, sell your soul,
Feel the blood,
Pump through your veins,
Can’t explain,
The element that’s everything,
Just clench your fist,
And close your eyes,
Look deep inside,
Hypnotize
Yes, the ecstasy,
You can pray
You will never let it slip away
Yes, the ecstasy,
You can pray,
You will never let it slip away
You will never let it slip away
You will never let it slip away

Like the echoes of your childhood laughter, ever after
Like the first time love urged you to take it’s guidance, in silence
Like your heartbeat when you realize you’re dying, but you’re trying
Like the way you cry for a happy ending, ending…

I know the feeling
It is the real thing

– FAITH NO MORE