• My 4th night on the job as an undercover. Why did I pick a few days before Halloween to start? Figured since because of the crimes I was investigating it would go great with the holiday. Only had clues. I stayed on short radio communications. I saw an eerie looking house. Seemed abandoned, but presence of a party the night before were present. Plus I had walked by late at night and heard screams. Multiple men guarded the entrances. New day; no one was around. With my badge i went to the backyard and broke in through the backdoor. Smelled of blood. Beer cans laid strewed. The musk of fresh blood filled the air. Condom wrappers laid on the wooden floor. With not a care in the world I yelled out, "Hello?! Is anybody here? I might be late for the party. My car broke down far last night.". I heard a panic from upstairs. A bit of a fat man wearing nothing, but underwear came running downstairs holding a shotgun, loaded I assumed, asking if I had cash to pay up front and a condom cause she ain't looking pretty. After a short debate of payment; he agreed to let me see the woman he was speaking about. Down in the cellar. A woman. Two firefighter tools known as the "Jaws of Life". The woman's mouth and rectum seemed to be spread forcibly from what seemed to be the work of the two tools that laid about. In between the two orifaces I speak of was a hole that was a radius of seven inches: afoot and two inches in length. In this hole was another female whom was stripped of her clothing and shot to the head. All four foots were missing. A barbecue grill laid by with smoke still filling the air. I uncovered the bottom away from its top; two foots sat burning, one of them seemed to had been bitten into. This was the first event of the Manson Massacre.
    —November 1st 1968 ~ The Real Rorschach's Journal.