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Pikeville is a town close to me....

17:53 Aug 25 2006
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Murders at Payne Hollow Lane

(person) by Timeshredder (25 s) (print) ? 3 C!s Tue Aug 01 2006 at 1:49:06







April 6, 1997.



A witness heard gunshots the evening before. Police investigated the unpaved rural road, Payne Hollow Lane, a dead end near Highway 81, Tennessee.



Four bodies bled in a ditch, arranged in a cruciform.



The mother and the father had died, victims of multiple bullet wounds. Each of the children had been shot at least once. The toddler boy and little girl clung to life. Tabitha would die within two days.



Little Peter Lillelid survived.



He was two years old.







The Lillelids



They could have been the family in a tv commercial, handsome, smartly-dressed. Tiny blonde Tabitha smiles sweetly in photographs. Peter could be a Gerber Baby.



Vidar Lillelid moved from Norway to Miami, where he married Delfina Zelaya, an American of Honduran background, in 1989. They moved because they were concerned about raising children in a big city, with its crime and suspect culture. In their new home of Knoxville, Tennessee, Vidar worked as a hotel bellhop. He also sought work cleaning businesses. Delfina homeschooled their daughter.



Devout Jehovah's Witnesses, they were returning from a religious conference on April 5, 1997. Their religion requires them to proselytize. At the highway rest stop, they approached a group of kids in black. Vidar asked two of the girls if they believed in God. They said that she did not, but they talked pleasantly, and their friends joined the conversation. Witnesses saw the groups leave together, some of the youth in the Lillelids' van.



What witnesses did not see is that the eldest of the youthful group, Joseph Risner, age 20, had produced a gun and ordered the family to go along with them. Vidar offered his wallet and keys freely if they left his family behind. Risner refused to let witnesses remain at the rest stop.



Whatever we learn about the perpetrators in this case, we should remember a young family whose members died because they trusted others.







Warning Signs



By the 1990s, the mines in Pikeville, Kentucky provided few employment opportunities. As in most small towns that have seen better days, one finds young people who want to move elsewhere.



One particular group of young people had additional reasons to leave their town behind them.



Natasha Wallen Cornett, 19 in 1997, had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Less than two weeks before the massacre of the Lillelids, she had been released from the Charter Ridge Behavioural Centre in Lexington, Kentucky due to insufficient medical insurance.



Her mother, Madonna Wallen was a victim of child sexual abuse, for which she had received medical treatment. As an adult, Madonna regularly involved herself with abusive partners, and once shot one of her husbands--- non-fatally-- in self-defence. When Natasha was in fifth grade, she awoke to find that her mother had swallowed a bottle of pills in an unsuccessful suicide attempt. A former boyfriend of her mother's took Madonna to the hospital; Natasha went to school.



Natasha's once-strong grades began to falter as she grew older, and conspicuously rebellious. She turned to alcohol drugs: marijuana, LSD, PCP, ecstasy. She suffered from eating disorders. Her grandmother had a strong interest in occult phenomena and the paranormal, and this may have influenced Natasha's similar interests. The girl affected a gothic look and often signed her name backwards, as "Ah Satan." She cut herself and drank her own blood. She also acquired a juvenile record for theft and forgery, and was charged once with threatening her mother.



When she was 17, she married her boyfriend, Steve Cornett. He left her within a year.



Her friends included Crystal Sturgill and Karen Howell, both 18 in '97. Sturgill had been sexually abused by her stepfather, a fact which he acknowledges. Her family, however, took his side, and she spent most of her time with the Wallens. Her school record indicates above-average ability, but her grades began to slide in high school, and she also began consuming drugs.



Karen Howell, a girl of comparatively low intelligence, has no recorded history of serious troubles. She does acknowledge the use of alcohol and illegal drugs, and she has exhibited mood swings which may indicate bipolar disorder. She shared in Cornett's vampiric fixation, and the pair apparently drank each other's blood, and that of their boyfriends.



None of these girls completed high school, where all complained of bullying. They allege that the school not only failed to address their concerns, but blamed them for drawing attention to themselves by their manner of dress.



Joseph Risner had a history of drug abuse that began when he was 9. The habit runs in his family; his mother and stepfather used marijuana, cocaine, and LSD, often in his presence. He claims to have been molested at the age of 12 by teenaged baby-sitters. He had past convictions relating to his part in a fatal accident; the army discharged him for marijuana use.



Edward Dean Mullins had no prior criminal record, and was active in his church.



Jason Blake Bryant, 14 in 1997, had acquired already a reputation as a troublemaker at school and had one prior conviction for the theft of a car. He had only recently started associating with the group.



That spring, shortly after some of their members trashed a hotel room, the group decided to leave Pikeville. Karen Howell stole $500.00 and a gun from her father's house. Some of her friends acquired another gun from an acquaintance. Joseph Risner borrowed his mother's blue Chevy Citation. They had no clear plan, though they decided to head for New Orleans, where Natasha Cornett had lived, briefly. Some reports state the group hoped to visit writer Anne Rice, but this appears to be more of an afterthought than a goal. It has been alleged they discussed a crime spree patterned on the film Natural Born Killers; the veracity of this claim also remains uncertain.



Before leaving, they had a dispute with Jason Bryant's father. He reported the group to the police, because in leaving town, he knew, Risner was violating probation.



They group discussed the need to find a new vehicle. They were six, and the Citation was uncomfortably crowded.







The Lillelids Murders



Later that evening, they pulled into a Greene County rest stop.



Some of the group directed the Lillelids to turn down isolated Payne County Lane. At this point, testimony becomes contradictory, accounts confused.



Risner emerges as a ringleader, though the others identify Bryant as the sole shooter. Many question this claim. Bryant, newest to the group, may have seemed a likely scapegoat. At fourteen, he was too young to face Tennessee's death penalty. Bryant claims that Risner shot the Lillelids. At some point, Howell and Cornett allegedly asked that the children be spared. Howell, however, had gunpowder residue on her clothing.



Edwards Mullins, too, had gunpowder residue on his clothing, though he and Crystal Sturgill claim they remained in the car during the shooting. Bryant disputes this point, and identifies Mullins as one of the shooters.



The family were told to stand in the ditch. Someone fired seventeen shots.



The group abandoned the Citation and fled in the Lillelids Dodge van, running over the bodies of Vidar and Delfina along the way. Risner, who drove, says he did so accidentally. The others disagree.



At that point they abandoned their New Orleans plans and drove towards Mexico. They crossed the border after a first, failed attempt, but they were stopped by authorities a short time later and sent back to the United States. By that point, police had identified the abandoned Citation and put out warrants for the arrest of the six. They were apprehended returning from Mexico. Two days had passed since the murders, one since the grisly discovery on Payne Hollow Lane.



At some point, Bryant received bullet wounds. He claims Risner shot him, while the others say the injuries were self-inflicted, the results of an accident.







Ah Satan



The involvement of the youths appears beyond dispute. They left Pikeville together in a vehicle found at the murder site. They were caught fleeing in the Lillelid van. They had taken trophies, including Tabitha's Hello Kitty diary, a photograph of the little girl, and the Lillelids' house keys. Natalie Cornett had a piece of Vidar's belt among the swatches she used to dress her self-inflicted cuts.



The slaughter of a family with young children received the expected response. A hostile crowd greeted the accused at the courtroom in Knoxville, Tennessee. A local business displayed six nooses. The reputation of this already hideous crime grew ever worse, at last in the American Bible Belt, as theories about the massacre ran wild.



The police saw no evidence of occult involvement at the crime scene, and said so. Yet, tellingly, claims of Satanic rituals appeared in newspapers before the suspects were apprehended. The frightening appearance of the accused only encouraged such speculation, as did the initial statements by one of the accused.



Natasha Cornett quickly took the media attention with tales of Satanic involvement. The killings were as speculation claimed, a ritual sacrifice. Demons spoke to her. These claims met with shock and denial from the other five.



Read accounts of the crime now, and the focus often falls on Cornett, who called herself the devil's daughter and travelled with books on witchcraft. For many people, this became a story of Satanists sacrificing wholesome Christians in diabolic ritual. Charles Berkeley Bell, the District Attorney who handled the case, has spoken about his belief that demonic forces were at work, and that the Lillelids were indeed sacrificed to the devil.



On April 19, 1997, Cornett's first lawyer was dismissed from the case. In the days that followed, her story began to resemble that of the other five. She stated (and his since repeated) that her first lawyer--- who actively courted the media--- had encouraged her to make them in order to establish an insanity defence. However, she also continued to claim that she heard voices.



The six initially pleaded not guilty. They changed their pleas when the State agreed that they would not face the death penalty. All received life sentences with no possibility of parole. They are appealing their convictions and sentences, but their success seems unlikely.



Certainly, the Lillelids' religiosity may have helped the self-styled rebels distance themselves from their victims. However, the actual motives appear to be less sensational, though perhaps more frightening. The group wanted a new, more spacious vehicle.



The Lillelids had a van.







Impact



Nothing excuses this crime. One seeks explanations, however, factors that might have misshaped the killers' minds and lives. As with many crimes committed by groups, the murder of the Lillelids likely never would have occurred without the twisted group dynamic that existed among their killers. Quite possibly, that dynamic may never have come about had histories of abuse and evidence of mental illness been addressed.



The case made headlines at the time but, perhaps because legal proceedings ended so quickly, it failed to gain the widespread notoriety of, say, the Manson Family murders. Dr. Helen Smith has co-produced a documentary on the story, Six, and addressed it in her book, The Scarred Heart: Understanding and Identifying Kids Who Kill. City Confidential has an episode, "Kentucky Gothic," which predictably gives unfettered rein to speculation of occult involvement.



The case cast a shadow on the region, and had the following practical consequences:



Peter Lillelid, who now lives with relatives in Sweden, will grow up without his family.



Six people, some of whom, with proper guidance, might have developed productive lives, will grow old in jail.



Vidar, Delfina, and Tabitha Lillelid will not grow old at all.





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I hate August.

20:21 Aug 24 2006
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I hate August. Some of my life’s most painful things happen in this month. While I love the time of year- we step closer to fall, and cool weather- I just really hate this month.



Lets see- My mother had breast cancer and surgery during this month 20 years ago. She is alive and well today, thank the gods. Please do your breast exams ladies.



I was married in this month on the 18th, back in 1987, at the very young and stupid age of 21. After a long two years of hell, I paid him enough to get the divorce. I will never marry again- as you do not know anyone until you are truly stuck with him. Then it is too late to ask for a re-deal. But he did help me become what I am today. So in that- I can only thank him.



My favorite dog, my pet for most of my adult life, started a long decline in her health 11 years ago, this month. She Puppy loved her family, but little else. But we did not care. She was the god-dog, the baby in our family. She had the most soulful brown eyes. She would wag her tail at just hearing my voice. She was waging it as I petted her as the vet put her to sleep. I still miss her sleeping on the edge of my bed, not willing to move an inch. lol After 18 years together, she moved on.



And my favorite Aunt was killed on the 20th in Fla. Not just killed- but also stomped to death by a man when two of them forced the way into her home. Almost a closed coffin, but the family spent the money and time to have her face reconstituted so we had an open coffin. That was 15 years ago, and he is still on death row in Orlando.

My aunt was a simple country girl, so she opens the door to the men, as she knew them. And it costed her her life. Anyone who says they are against the death row has never lost someone to a violent crime. They even broke her fingers, as she fought for her life. And the second man? Why he turned evidence and blamed it all on the one. He is walking free and was on the street 7 years later. The reason for her being killed? To get money for drugs.

As I look forward to the fall colors-, I also remember my aunt. She would try to come home this time of the year to stay a month or more. She would get in her car and head home the minute snow was talked about. She loved Ky., and talked about selling her business and moving back home. That was the year before she was killed. If only she had.



So you can see why I hate this month. But only a week to go. Ahhh… I hate when I cry as I write these things. Going to blow my nose and wash my make up off now.





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Lesson learned...

03:31 Aug 20 2006
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So I have been at work since 500am, and 700pm finds me 180 miles from home and my bed, and driving out of Ohio. I am driving along with the ABBA cd blasting and pop over a hill.... to find a cop shooting radar. Damn!!! and my radar detector never even buzzed. So I watch as he gets in the car as I slow down... but I knew I was caught.

So I stay in the fast lane, and watch him come up from behind, and light flash. I pull over and pull out the normal stuff. He comes to me and ask me if I knew why he pulled me over. I just smile and say "Speeding?" He smiles and ask if I knew how fast. Now come on.. who answers that kind of question? I told him I would not answer that question. And he told me 84 in a 65 zone. Why was I speeding? I told the truth- I was just trying to get home. Long day and I had a long day coming up.

I see triffic school, and a hell of a chunk of my vaction money going to pay for the ticket.. and having to report myself to the safety dept. at work. Not good when you are the boss. I can see the jokes for years after this. Damn. So he ask how long since I had a ticket? Funny but I talked myself out of one just last week... but I answer him. Over 6 years. Asked what my job was. I told him. Sure he notice the commerical licences, but I was in my personal car...

He left me and I wait... he returns to me, hands me the license, reg. and insurance card, that he points out is out of date. I have insurance- just dont remember to put the stupid card thingy in every 6 months. Then tells me he was just going to give me a warning. I am like WTF?

He tells me that I told him the truth, and he was just going to warn me. Promise him I would slow down ( I did- for about 50 miles)

So what did I learn from the kindness of the police officer???

I so need a new radar detector!!! lol


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Fall you all - its just around the corner!!

20:07 Aug 11 2006
Times Read: 1,385


Sigh in pleasure... its that time again. I was driving by the flower shop and what did I see- FALL DECORATIONS!!!! YEAH!!!

I hate summer. I mean- the work we do is not the best when its hot. I cant breath- and if I am near a freshly mowed yard--- just sit me down with the inhalers.



SO yes... Fall. Cool night, camp fires. All the color of the leaves changing. I am such a fall baby. Don't get me wrong- winter rates right up there with fall for me. Work slows down, and its vacation time for me.



Come on fall...winter. Lets get the frosty mornings started. The ice on the car windsheild. The brrrr you get as you leave your heated home for the outside.



I can't wait!!


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Funny saying on T-shirts...

21:20 Aug 05 2006
Times Read: 1,394


Karma means you owe me big time.



Deadlines amuse me.



Books good.



Now it can be told- red wine and white wine taste the same to me.



This IS my warm and sensitive side. ** so me.



No wonder I'm so messed up, my first life experience was a spanking.



Caution: You are in the "whatever" zone.



Germaphobles need love too- Just wash your hands first.



I had a nice day and I didn't like it.



I'm quite fond of you- but then again.. I'm quite mad.



No need to yell. I still won't listen.



You had me at beer.


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20 years later...

23:25 Aug 04 2006
Times Read: 1,403


Strange week this week. Had an old pain dug up and slap in the face with. I am not a person to live in the past but sometimes- you just have to face it. Why? Because it can make you’re here and now hell- that’s why. Some things in my life are going back to a way I don’t like. Someone is playing games, and I realized it was the same game of years ago with a different player. The lies, the hurt feelings. I would like someone to tell me why we let people hurt us? I mean- years ago, I let someone control my life. He was every thing to me. And you know what happen- he fucked me over. Lied to me. Would never tell me what he felt, what he wanted. Just waited for me to figure it out. Well you know what- Fuck that. You are not man enough to tell me what you want – then you need to get the hell away from me and grow up. Strong words- but can I live by them? 20 years later- have I learned enough?

Emotional abuse. There I put the words out there. I said it. When you talk to someone and you leave him feeling smaller then before- that is emotional abuse. When he lies to you and he expects you to take it- that is emotional abuse. When he makes you think you are limited in your life. When he takes all your friends away from you, making you depend on him for love and support. When he never talks nice to you, and its all about him. When he just doesn’t care about your life, your feelings, your day. When he tells you all you do wrong, and nothing you do right. When he, in his little ways, makes you think he is the only one who would love you. When he makes you crave being with him- even as he does all these things- that is emotional abuse.

And when he leaves you because you have become a weak, helpless girl when he wanted the woman he tells you he fell in love with- that is the worst. He makes you what you became- but then he hates you.

But whose fault is that? I had this on my mind Thursday, crying as I relived this hell known as my marriage. I mean- who made me the weak, overweight, insecure little girl I became? Who made me beg to not be left? Who made me see our marriage as a failure? I could say him- but in truth, it was I. You control your life. I know you do not control those around you and what happens to you. But you do control how you react. You can lie down and let someone who say they love you walk all over you, treating you like shit. On the other hand, you can be a person who you can love. A person who tells him to treat me with respect, as I am the one who can walk away. A person who can stand on her own, happy you are as you are. A person who doesn’t limit her life to one person. I mean- if I can be alone and happy or with a man, unhappy. WTF? Why would I be with him?

So in the 20 years, have I learned enough to do this? I sit here, and smile. Wait and see… I see changes ahead. And it might be a bump ride- and I might end up on my own… but I will be the woman I want to be.

I am no longer the 19 old child. Young and afraid. 20 years later- it is time to be me.


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