"Katrina" - "Modern Witch Of New York" - Letter Twenty Three

  Hello again Meg, I love the idea that you are alive and on celluloid again! I wish that you could remember me and I hope to see you on screen in America , And in a major flick..... Dear Meg, I never really spoke to you about your so called cousin "Katrina" - the blonde girl who had the exploding blue dress on in your book "Singing Songs" from the 1960's. My mind has returned to me a bit and we meaning Katrina had met again after 1968 at a party at "Kirstie Alley's" apartment at "Daniel Low Terrace". It was in 1980 and the sun was coming up and your sister "Becky" had introduced me to a beautiful semi-tall blonde and she said that it was her cousin. We spoke and I immediately interupted and said "You are from Westervelt Avenue". She was intrigued and said "How do you know?" I explained that I remember her from "Bonnie" and yourself from twelve years earlier. My memory is still vague but we spoke for quite a while and I became extremely attracted to her.  After a lengthy conversation I said that her voice and manorisms where just like an attractive cousin of mine named "Janet Rutkowski". She, by coincidence only lived a block away from you and your guardian "Bonnie" at the time. Katrina was immediately elated and said "Where is she from? - Where does she live?" I told her that she lived not far from where we were standing at the time on "Corson Avenue". As the night went on I had asked her out. We almost made physical contact and I actually had walked her to Janet's house. I do not know if Janet still lived there because we were not close. I do remember that "Mr Brown Pants" had some how showed up on the way. I cannot recall what went on after that but there may have been a hug and kiss and then I walked home to "Vanderbilt". On a later date that year I ran into the "Parakeet Head" who had somehow convinced me that it was okay to take my dad's station wagon and drive him somewhere to New Jersey. The conversation was pleasant and it was not to far from Staten Island. We arrived at a house with a large front yard and it had a swing. On it was swinging a brunette who was attractive wearing shorts and she was swinging on that swing. "Hi Jawn, I'm your cousin Janet!" she said with a beautiful smile. "Hi Katrina and you are not Janet!" I said. "How did you know?" "You are not my cousin Janet!" I stated. "I know but I want to be your cousin Janet" she replied.  "WHAT IS GOING ON?" I said. "I want to be a part of your family" she said nicely. I said "You can be a part of my family - Just go out with me!" She took her brown wig off and I could see her blonde hair tied up in a bun and she said something that I cannot remember right now. But she was angry with me as though I did not like her and suddenly seemed troubled. She left but threatened to be back again. Above is an actual photo of her as my cousin Janet. As you can see the bottom third photo is "Katrina - Empress Of The Night" which was photographed that day in 1980 by the ParaKeet. The upper photos are actual pictures of my cousin from the year 1976. Inside my heart I was not really angry and I found what she did a bit "attractive". Shall I go on? Time had elapsed and my family was having a barbecue in our yard. Katrina had showed up at the gate with a couple of guys. I noticed that her hands were large for a sexy blonde girl and that she was even taller. They wanted to join the party but my father would not allow them in.  She became a bit resentful and left. Time moved on and I was playing "hookie" from "Devry Tecnical Institute" one day - I rode the number 113 bus to Tottenville to forget some family problems. On the bus directly across form me was a beautiful young blonde girl dressed all in black. She was reading a strange book called "The Modern Witch's Spell Book Part II". It was written by a women named "Sarah Morrison". The girl was so cute and I decided to get off the bus near the Staten Island Mall and buy a copy to see what she was reading. The book was utter nonsense from a Biblical stand point, but it must have made money for the author. I compared it to the Bible and there was no truth to any of it - It could even get you arrested.  So time moved on again to June 1985 at which time I was with you "Meg" at the "Rotundra". You had asked me if I ever played games when we were kids. I mentioned that sometimes my cousin "Janet" would play "Bewitched" with us kids when she babysat us. You seemed intrigued and I told you that I am not going to get into that.  We were later questioned by "Mr.Brown Pants" some time later. The conversation leaked out about the witch book and he began to make "Katrina" go after the author to collect the proceeds from that book. One day after the "Rotundra Affair" I was picked up by "Widgett" and taken to "Eltingville" in Staten Island. They had the "Author" - a beautiful blonde women in her early twenties and Katrina was there with Mr. Brown Pants along with the some of the "Barbados Crowd". "You got to tell her that she has to give you the money for that book!" said Garofalo. Katrina was reluctant at first but began to threaten her. The author had a fluffy head of long beautiful blonde hair with a black dress and perfect figure down to her ankles. The author was told that everything was going to be alright and was even laughing.  I do not think that there is a "Spell Book Part III" to this day but I believe that your cousin ended up with that money. The author is no longer with us. Do you think that they would let Katrina keep the money? However, the Barbados crowd and Katrina secretly went after Janet. I was taken to the "Rotundra" again and there was Janet and Katrina. They were friends. "What are you doing here?" I asked Janet. "I am like you - I want to meet Meg Tilly", said Janet. "You two are friends now?" "Yes!" they said. I was not angry and I was happy to see Janet so loose. She also seemed to be high or drunk also. Later in the week I was taken to Corson Avenue to were Janet was raised. She was with a crowd from the Barbados and dressed all in black wearing a short dress hugging and kissing. She then spotted me and began thanking me with hugs and kisses. We made lip contract and fell in love. We ended up on the floor of her old house even though other people owned it now. We made love. I don't know how it happened but I ended up sleeping with my own cousin. She was thankful that she got to meet you - Meg. It seemes like a dream now and somehow the crowd managed to explain our love making to the new owners of the house. "They are with us", Widgett said me . I did not get into trouble but I became full of guilt after I realized what happened. I also was drunk and could not tell if it was really Janet or Katrina. As you can see that now "Katrina" and "Janet" are now "one in the same" judging by the bottom photo. Their magic now turning themselves in the same "He - She". Katrina also wanted revenge on me in 1986 in which I was forced out of a helicopter yet lived. They, drinking the same potion got what they deserved. She seems to be a "Man" now, also a "Mannequinn". Katrina was on the helicopter that I told you about previously. Janet seemed to be owned now by the by the Barbados people. They had a phrase amongst the older gangsters. "She is a Jehovah's Witness" which I discovered to be a code word for "Eye Witness". I do not think that she left the helicopter alive. Nor have I seen Janet since 1986. Until my next letter, Love, John Moreno.

Harry Chan, Chinese Stud - Letter Twenty Two

Dear Meg, I wish to say that I am elated to see you alive in interviews using your own mouth and not still photos. I have learned not to trust the still photos of you and your family and the written articles in the media. Almost all of the information is wrong with one news reporter copying off another news reporter. You look so cute for an elderly chick. Now getting back to why I am writing to you. There seems to be some confusion in my research of your life about how you came into exsistence and your relationship with your sister "Jennifer Tilly". I first met Jennifer on the corner of Corson Avenue and Westervelt Avenue in Staten Island New York in 1968. She said "Hi, I'm Susan!" We immediately took a liking to her because she was tall for her age. Then she said "Actually my name is Jennifer". She was a leader and took care of us well. You were standing nearby when she introduced herself to you saying "Hi, I'm your sister Jennifer!" You started shaking and screamed "I DON'T HAVE A SISTER!". This reaction always stuck out in my mind. This led me to believe that you and Jennifer were raised separately in different households. When Jennifer saw that you became frightened she said "Actually I am a cousin who is like a sister!" and she backed off. She herself was not sure of her relationship toward you. You had just seen her for the first time. She started playing with us kids and we thought that she was very pretty but she wasn't always around like you were. "Bonnie" never really took possesion of Jennifer. She took possesion of you but not her! The theory entered my mind that you have two separate mothers - Patricia Tilly is Jennifer's Mom, and Bonnie Coultas is your mom. But one might say that none of Bonnie's other children are oriental, so how can this be? Katrina is a lovely blonde with Spanish skin. She seemed to be white and hispanic. How can this be? Well I think that when Bonnie lived in California maybe during a cocktail party "Harry Chan" was naughty with Bonnie his sister in law and that is how you came into exsistence. They somehow tried to cover it up by making some other man sign the birth certificate even though Bonnie was single. That would give you the last name of "Coultas". I do not know if the adulterous affair became known to Patricia, but as you know she divorced Harry Chan, And maybe it created a war between Patricia and Bonnie. You may have been abandoned because of this event and some how ended you up in Staten Island. Bonnie did not evan know your first name. She was a double for your real mom. She was too young to be your mom only about 21 years old. The real Bonnie Coultas was in Indiana. Critters? You once brought me to the Critters in 1986. But I also think that "Mr Brown Pants" had both parents eliminated even Jennifer's. Harry did not get divorced - he was eliminated. You and Jennifer were orphans but the late 1960's. By the time you visited Indiana in the early 1970's all those people had been replaced. Therefore, you and Jennifer are half sisters and Katrian is you half sister. I suppose that they rejected you in Indiana. You ended up back in Staten Island in 1976 and you and I ran into each other in the "Jesus Van". They introduced me to you as "Margaret Coultas". They said that you had a problem with fornication and I was told to speak to you about the problem. You and your sister did what you had to to survive. About a year later you yelled out to me "I don't care what you say, I am becoming an actress!!" From then on you were with people in the entertainment bussiness but still being stalked by gangsters. If you got money they were right there to steal it. From your book "Singing Songs" I know that I am right about some of these things. They even made a transsexual Bonnie and maybe you did not notice the difference. I know that I am right about this because it happened to myself and everyone that I know. All my family and friends are missing from kindergarten to the present day. I began looking for everyone that I know back in 1999. I still have not found any of them. The same man that you know was seen around all of them. If I did find someone, they were deformed and had no correct knowledge of the past. In other words they are imposters. They began to enter my house and they made me homeless. When I was with you in Manhattan this is what your guests were trying to do. I think that you were taken in by imposters in the late 1960's who began to torture you and Jennifer. Luckily you escaped some of them by becoming famous. I do not know what became of Katrina only that the last time I saw her she was on the helicoptor with Mr. Brown Pants in the summer of 1986. They threw me out along with one of your doubles. Maybe they threw Katrina out also.The reason I mention this women Katrina is because you and her have the same exact birthday. Is it a coincidence? Or did one of you change your birthday on a new birth certificate? I wish that you would tell me. Harry was a Stereo Salesman. Someone really changes all your info. Because of these changes it is harder to find the truth of the past. I found Katrina recently and she does not know you or me. I believe that Katrina was the one in your book who had the dress on that was ready to explode. It was tourquiose blue. I now have parents who forgot that they have grand children.... Until my next letter, Love, John Moreno

Half Sister Celebrities - Letter Twenty One

Dear Emily, I am happy to see your mom on the screen again. I cannot say it again that she is alive and healthy... I am so happy. I want you to try to speak to me around her for a moment. You may have  two other half sisters that you do not know about.. I will explain. I was once dragged to a house in Long Island by "Auggie" back in 1980. When I got there, your mom was there along with "Tom Berenger" and "Glenn Close". To make a long story short... Glenn Close made a pass at me and we were on her water bed for several hours. It was a huge pink water bed maybe 15 feet by 15 feet. I was beat up by home invaders while we were in bed.... I do not remember if we made love, but she was smoking a cigarette at the end. Look at the photo above and you decide. It turned out to be the setting for "The Big Chill". Your mom was at odds with me during this ordeal, but it mostly Glenn Close's move. Anyway, the whole cast from the film "The Big Chill" was there. I did not know it at the time but Glenn Close was starring in her first film and was upset because I had not seen her film called "The World According To Garp" which was playing in the theatres at the time. She was happy that I did not recognize her saying "It better that you do not recognize me - then we can be friends". Maybe we made love. I have trouble remembering because I was beat up by Tom Berenger and two other people. The above women may be your half sister. While we were in bed, she asked me my name. I was told by certain people to not use my real name. She therefore asked me to use a nickname. So I choose the name  "Richard Starkey". She said "Who is Richard Starkey?" I was surprised that she did not recognize the name  of one of the "Beatles"... A.K.A ..."Ringo Starr".  I said "Richard Starkey is one of the Beatles.. Ringo Starr..". Oh! she said, then I will call you "Dick!". I became a little angry for a moment and said "Don't call me Dickie"... "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie", she was teasing me. So I said "Call me by my real first name... John!!" So she began to call me "John Starkey"... And her daughter is now named "Anna Starke" after a movie producer named "John Starke". What a coincidence! I was beat up several times in those days - even thrown off a roof back in those days and that is why I did not remember until recently. I had even forgot my relationship wjth "Kirstie Alley". The death of "John Lennon" a few months later had caused me to black out the entire year. Now moving forward three years, I had the affair with Meg in my 73 Monte Carlo in September - October 1983. Shortly after that - maybe a week after I was wandering around when I got flagged down by the "ParaKeet Head". "Let's take a ride", he said. We ended up in Woodbridge New Jersey in the Woodbridge Mall parking lot. There was a women with a black pixie hairdo in a police type uniform talking with a man with gold framed glasses who resembled "Omar Gadafy". The ParaKeet got out and was beginning to speak with them. After about three minutes the women in the uniform opened my door and asked me what I was doing here. I became nervous and said "I not doing nothing". "Oh yeah?". she said. I thought that she was a female police officer for a moment when her shirt was opening and she exposed her breasts and began kissing me. I followed through when she removed one pant leg and we began to make love in the same seat as Meg. Without going into the rest of the gory details, her daughter was born in June 1984, almost the same time as you Emily. Her photo is above along with her mom - we will call her "Cleopatra Kadaphy" for now. It may be a coincidence or maybe she was already pregnant - I do not know but maybe she is your half sister. Sorry to get so personal. I am not rich but maybe you can secretly DNA her and me and you and David and Anna Starke and..... I can't remember. I have not seen anything on the internet with you in it lately. I hope that you are alright. Until my next letter, Love, John Moreno.

"Shanny Claus" - Letter Twenty

The following photo above shows the house where I first met "Meg Tilly" in 1968. It was yellow and brown with white trim and reminded me of a chocolate banana split. Jennifer later showed up and then Rebecca. Rebecca was almost sued for living there thoughout the 1970's. Why pay rent? The two middle  upper windows is where Meg slept. I was brought to this house again in early 1986 by "Widgett". When I got there I said to him "This is Meg Tilly's old house". He was suddenly shocked because I already knew the place and took the words out of his mouth. Also standing there was "Mr. Brown Pants". We spoke for a little while about you Meg. Finally he said "We got to remove that part of the house because she slept in there!" - refering to your bedroom. I became a bit angry with them and said "Don't you ever stop? Can't you just leave the girl alone?" They thought that they had eliminated you and now they have to remove all traces of you....  Dear Emily, I miss your Vinyettes from "You Tube". I thought that maybe you are angry with me or with someone else or maybe it is because you are maturing. I want you to know that I enjoyed them very much. I know that you and Meg are in a "Mommy Newspaper" up in Flanada. I miss your skits on the internet. Now back to my story. There is a funny looking photo of me "John Moreno" up above with a present and a "Hair Piece" on my head. I will explain. About a week or so after the "Rotunrda Affair" my door bell rang and there were two young blonde haired men on the porch. I said "Yes?" They said "We are from Meg Tilly and we would like to take your picture" - they had a camera and a present with them. So I let them in and we sat in my living room and had a brief conversation. They immediately slapped a hair piece on my skull and put a Christmas present in my arms. They snapped some photos and spoke with me then asked me to open the present. I did and they immediately snatched it from me along with my new hair piece and ran and insulted me and left. I do not know if it was an act of revenge or a joke from the "Barbados " crowd but the above photo ended up in my mom's photo collection only it was wallet sized. I had it enlarged and that is why it looks so strange. Also I am wearing the same sweater that I wore during one of our affairs. They told me that the present was from you "Meg". Was It? My arm was still swollen from "Kris K" beating and biting on it a week or so before. Then time moved on and we met again in  Upstate New York with "Christy Lattitude" when you were getting ready to make a certain film, about a month before "Christmas 1985". I had come home one day in late December when my mother pulled me into the living room where the Christmas Tree was. There were at least two dozen gifts of all sizes in red wrapping paper all with thin green lines. They were expensive gifts - some of jewelry - some of guitars - some of  designer clothes -  some of colognes - some of Rolex's.... some of Love. "What is this?" I said to my mother. "That's what I am asking you!" she said. She picked up one of the guitars and on the back of the neck was engraved in bold letters "To John Moreno, with Love, Meg Tilly". They filled much of the living room. "Was she here? Is she here?" A moment later a "Parakeet Head" walked through the storm door and spoke with my mom and myself. They walked in and out like they owned the place. My mother suddenly knew that Parakeet. He also had a couple of gifts in his arms. There was confusion as usual and "Widgett" suddenly showed up and convinced me to go with him somewhere. Here is where my mind became blank even though I was sober. I spent the rest of the night on the town but was assured that the gifts where safe. While I was at  Barbados Paradise, the other people at the bar kept saying "Those gifts are ours". When I came home the next day I stepped into the living room. There was my mom and then I remembered the red Chrstmas gifts. When I looked they were gone! "What happned to the gifts that were here?" All the red gifts were gone. "What gifts?  she said. "The gifts from Meg Tilly!!" I said in shock. "Oh you must have imagined that" she stated. I was now suspicious of my mother and realized that there are now two of her. She let those men in with the gifts and then let them rob me! It was an act of revenge! The hookers on the street claimed to have recieved some of them saying "Those gifts belong to us!!" I decided not to let it bother me because I gave up on Christmas earlier in life for this very reason! It was a pure act of evil! Those men may have had keys to our house and my mom became a missing person. If you really sent those gifts to me Meg then they were all stolen by your so-called staff and friends. I appreciate your thoughts though. They also stole the bra that you gave me and the shoes from "Leaving Normal", my Hollywood Boxer shorts, and your autographed photo. There must have been at least three thousand dollars in gifts. Like I told you Meg and Emily, all memories of you were being robbed from me and I was unable to continue to know you because of these crooks. I am still being secretly bothered by the same people till this day. I know that it was not a joke on your part because of the message "To John Moreno With Love Meg Tilly" Thank You Forever. Until my next Letter, Love, John Moreno.

Meg Tilly - "Off Beat" In New Dorp - Letter Nineteen

 Dear Meg and Emily and David, I still cannot prove that you children are mine. However, their was costodial interference by "Mr. Brown Pants" who took it upon himself from keeping me from being a father. Anyway, I will prove that you "Meg" kept tabbs on me through the next story that I am about to tell. When I was at the Rotundra in Manhattan, I was approached by you Meg and another girl. I was not too awake at the time but you told me that your real name was "Deirdre" and you said the last name but I did not hear it correctly. When I asked you to repeat it, you would not. This got me angry that you would not repeat you real name correctly and you started laughing and you still would not repeat it - like "Sarina" when she changes someone into a gorilla. I natually forgot that moment until recently. About two weeks after the affair, I was walking up "Hylan Boulevard" in "New Dorp, Staten Island". It was a Saturday and it was about five o'clock pm. I was in the habit of doing this on the weekends because I would frequent the Nite Clubs along that street later in the evening. When I came to "Shop Rite" I could see a petite female police officer in my path. When I got closer - It was "Shantilly", I mean "Meg Tilly!" "Hello, how are you?" said Meg. "Fine!" I said. We began talking when I interrupted and said "I thought that you said that we would never see each other again?" She had come to my house on "Vanderbilt Avenue" two weeks earlier and walked right into my hallway and said "I really enjoyed being with you but it will never work out so I must say goodbye". I pleaded to her but she walked back into her Limo guided by a bodyguard and a "Widgett" into the car. I waited by the gate and watched. A second "Shantilly" stepped out feeling sorry for me and approached the gate. I was surprised that you returned or that your double returned. You tried to make me feel better with a kiss. By this time you were spotted by certain hookers in the neighborhood and they asked me who you were - they were jealous. When they found out who were, they were in love now with me and you. So you left and I proceeded to the local liquor store and I had to explain who you were to the neighbors. They were amazed because they saw you from afar. I thought that it was finally over and began to forget. But two weeks later, here I am talking to you again and you are wearing a police uniform. In the parking lot of "Shop Rite" sat "Jimmy Young Blood" and "Earl Morwhine" in a vehicle and they were waving to me. An image of "Jimmy Young Blood" is presented above "We are video tapping this!" they yelled. I did not see a camera but we continued to talk. You wanted to know where I was going. I explained that I was going to shop or see a movie and then go bar hopping. You told me again that we could not see each other and watched from a block away to see if I bowed my head in sadness. I did! I got over you during a movie. When I came out of the theatre it was dark out. I headed to the liqour store across from the theatre and purchased a bottle of wine. When I came out, there you were - still in a police uniform acting like a cop. "Are you following me?" I said. "Look over there" you said. Now there was a bank next door to the wine store. "Look inside, what do you see?" I said "There 's a man inside!" "What are we going to do about it?" you said. "I"m not going to do nothin about it - I'm going to the beach to drink wine!" said I. "I need you to go inside and get him for me". "Wouldn't that set off the alarm?" "You're the cop - you go in and get him!!" I began to become annoyed "Just bug off and leave me alone!" The man inside the bank was another famous actor. You were using me again for your latest film in which you play a hostage negotiator and the other actor is in the movie also. I did not know this at the time but it was like another "Candid Camera" type prank or promtional scene. I was angry when I left and I am also very sorry, but you continued to follow me for the next few years inspite of what you said. I went to the beach and went out that night and began to forget. However, someone caught your photo. If you look at the above photo from the Staten Island newspaper, you will see a striking resemblence between the girl in the police uniform and yourself from the movie "Off Beat". The article and photo was some kind of cover up for you pretending to be a cop - something about how hard life is for female police officers. It was aired right after our "bank encounter" and shows you window shopping. The girl in the photo is "Deirdre" - "Runfola" - the last name that you would not tell me a few weeks earlier. You are trying to cover your face with your hat and your hair is the same length from your current film. You are "Deirde Runfola". You are a double or that is your real birth name. I did research and your dad "Joseph Runfola" is also a cop - who was once doing a "sting operation" outside my house at "Roff and Vanderbilt Avenue" back in 1998. I saw him and he is an exact double of "Mr. Barbados" the man who brought me to you at the Rotundra in 1985. It seemed like a set up because there was a fake hooker standing across the street from my house who was seducing people with a lolly pop in her mouth. People were arrested and I was listening to it on my police scanner before walking past her. Mr. Barbados may have been replaced before I ever met him. You are the real Meg Tilly or Deirdre Runfola. The similarities in the photo and your appearance in "Off Beat" are unmistakable. Is that your real birth name? Mr. Barbados was once drunk in his bar "Chucky's Pub" and told me that you "Meg" are his daughter. I think that the sting operation outside my home was another attempt to get me arrested for no reason. In your back yard here in Staten Island there was a life -like mannequin of yourself and people were taking photos of it. The photo from your "Mother and Daughter's" website was shot from that dummy. "Widgett" his son was also replaced. "Widgett Stanz" - "One nation under God for Widgett Stanz". Our patriot. When my bicycle was stolen and brought to you in 1968, it was Mr. Barbados" A.K.A "Joseph Runfola" who settled the dispute. I cannot say for sure that I am right "Deirdre" my love but I still love you. This is why no one can find you - they have the wrong name altogether.

Nancy Duck And Meg Tilly - Letter Eighteen

Dear Emily My Sweet Unknown Daughter, To show you how crazy the people were at the time of your "BabyHood", I will tell you the story of "Nancy Duck" - my girlfriend before and in between "Meg Tilly". I wish that I could see you and resolve this thing and make it known as to whether you are mine for sure, with proof that I was in bed with your beloved mom. For starts, I met Nancy through a dating service called "Together". We hit it off on the first date and I could have gotten her pregnant on the first date but she did not become pregnant. After hundreds of affairs with Nancy, I became nervous toward God because our relationship was mostly sexual. I began to slowly leave for this reason. She was an attractive girl and never really hurt me. Right when we had broke up on good terms and decided to see other people, I ran into Meg on a Port Richmond street right here in "Staten Island" and we...... You know. As the story goes, you were concieved and I was told later that she was not Meg and me and my friends some how were hypnotized and forgot about your mom. I never told Nancy because I forgot the first sexual experience with her. We then dated sporatically till 1985 in which time I had a major affair with Meg in the "Rotundra" dormitory of "Hunter College" in New York City. I did not get your mom pregnant that time, but had a wonderful and strange experience with her. If you read the story that I wrote, then you will know that we were being stalked by gangsters who were secretly murdering and trying to rip off your mom and other celebrities. I was finished with Nancy when I was dragged to Manhattan by "Widgett" and associates to meet Meg again. I could not tell if it was her or one of her doubles but I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She was wearing the same black dress that she wore at the Rotundra and we were standing not to far away from it. Widgett said "Call her on the phone and tell her that it is over!" - meaning "Nancy". "It's already over and it would not be a good idea to let her know about Meg Tilly", I pleaded. They wanted me to end my relationship with with Nancy completely and tell her about Meg Tilly. "It's not a good idea- she is already over me and it would not be a good idea!!", I still argued. I had a sort of gun to my head and Meg was watching me so I dialed. "Hello Nancy?... Yes it is John". "What up?" she said. "Oh I met another girl and I cannot see you anymore.... "Who is it?" said Nancy "It's Meg Tilly the actress and I cannot see you any more!" "Why?" - "Because I'm in bed with her!"........ A-a-a-a-h she cried and became insane and started crying. I felt terrible and hung up the phone. This was not my idea and it should have been left alone. I was made to spend the rest of the night in the Rotundra with Widgett and Associates and maybe Meg. The night faded to black with the alcohol and what not and I found myself at a later date in 1985. I again was made to go were I did not want to go..... I was made to drive to Nancy's house out in "Princes Bay, Staten Island". As I was heading down Seguine Avenue, I was flagged down by Meg Tilly. "Wait, wait, wait - let me get in !!" So I stopped and let her in. "What are you doing out here?" "I want to see you!"... and she started kissing me. We started going out with each other but she wanted me to drive to Nancy's house. "That's not a good idea!" I said. She insisted. When I approached I noticed that the "Barbado's" crew was around her house on the street and also "Mr. Brown Pants". Nancy was out of her mind. She was standing there waiting for me and had obviously been tormented by them. "I've been waiting for you all night  - they said that you were coming to get me!!!" She was frantic and I did not know what she was talking about. They had gone after her behind my back and were tormenting her and manipulating her. "I don't even know what you're talking about!" I yelled. "Who's that in the car?" she cried. "This is Meg Tilly, remember I told you about her?" She was dead silent and a bit shocked. "What are you doing with her?" "Nothing, she just asked me for a ride!" I replied. She calmed down and was happy to met her and really wanted me at that point. Mr Brown Pants said hello. He was with another middle aged man and Nancy's lights were off in her house. I thought her parents or her brother would have come during the screaming. But the house remained dead. There was another old man in a dark suit standing outside her house and I said to him privately "I do not want Nancy tormented!" Why wasn't her family there in all the noise? Meg left at that time and Nancy now wanted me and started coming on to me so we spent the rest of the night making love. But I noticed that she looked a bit "Chinese" and her eye color was slightly different. Nancy had been stalked and quit possibly overtaken as well as her family. Now during that time I had been introduced to "Eric Stolz" who was in the movie "Mask" along with "Cher". We did not hit it off to well at first, but I was at several parties with him and other celebrities even "Jennifer Tilly". I was dragged off again in 1986 and "Eric" was making a film of some sort and I was asked to be in it. I did what he wanted me to do before the camera and was in 3 or 4 scenes. I had forgotten about it. Again I was driving along when I came to  "Richmond Road" and "Rome Avenue" when I was flagged down by someone from the "Barbado's" crew. I let him in and he insisted that I make a right. We headed up to the hills of Concord as he directed me to someone's house. I was told to step into the basement which had an entrance toward the street. When I stepped in there was a Movie projector running and shining a film on the wall. It was "Widgett" along with "Earl Morwhine" and....... "Nancy Duck" all watching this movie. I called her that name because her lips and teeth look like a duck from "Disney Cartoons". "What's up?" I said. "I got the movie off of Eric Stolz and I want you to see it!" Nancy said an effectionate hello and gave me a good smooch. "What are you doing here?" I said "Your friend went and got me and said that you were coming here". I did not say anything but sat next to her to watch the movie. After a few minutes, there I was, right there on the screen with my voice dubbed. "Ah-h-h, that's you!!" Nancy said as she gave me hugs and kisses "I want you back!" - I couldn't believe it, I looked gigantic. I saw myself in another scene when Earl stood up and took the butcher knife that he had hidden in his belt and he stuck it dead center in Nancy's chest. I was in shock as Mr Barbado began to pull me out of the room. "That's for what you did in Upstate New York". I did not know what he was talking about. They said that they were only kidding and Nancy seemed to be still alive. My mind is a blank at this point. I started talking to Widgett and then he took a long serated steak knife and plunged it through the same wound. I was sent through the basement door on to the street and prevented to go back in to help her. "She's alright" said Mr Barbados. "See, look! - She is standing behind you!" he said. "I'm over here" she said. Nancy looked different and had saddle bags for a behind with curly blonde hair. "I need to go home!" she replied. I thought that it was her and told her that I would give her a ride home. As I was about to let her into my car Mr. Barbados said that he would drive her home. At the time I did not realize that there were now "two" Nancy's. "Don't worry I'll give her a ride home" he said. So I left the situation thinking that she was alright. They tried to say that your mom "Meg" was under Nancy's skin. I was fooled into thinking that both were alright. Nancy now lives in the projects which is  contrary to the clean middle class home in which she was raised in Princes Bay, Staten Island along with her parents. The parents gave the apearance of being alive up in Upstate New York and do not care about her. Her house is now owned by someone else. Her brother "Mike" is missing. They also later claimed to have killed "Eric Stolz". Until my next letter, Love, John Moreno.

Double Trouble - Letter Seventeen

Dear Emily and Meg, Here is absolute proof in the above photo that you had "doubles" who tried to destroy me - even throwing me out of a helicopter. Most of them were criminals. Some were men - some were murdered. I miraculously survived the plunge because of intertwined branches which supported me for a few seconds at a time and then snapped off. To their utter dismay  I was standing on my feet when "Mr  Brown Pants" came to take my body away. "Aw, you're still alive!'' he stated in sadness. "He must have soft landed" said another gangster. They then gave me respect and one of them drove me back to Staten Island. Unfortunately there was Katrina and a Jennifer and a Meg Tilly double on board the helicopter. It was some time in "Spring - Summer" of 1986 that I was brought to Upstate New York so that Katrina could have her revenge on me. I was asked to step out on the landing pad at gunpoint. Mr. Garofalo then took you by the neck at gunpoint  "This is your sweetheart - Now you can watch her die!!" You tried to hold on but down you went. Although I had asked him to hurt me rather than you I do not think that your double survived. I was asked to step off the landing pad on to a branch of a tree which was at a right angle to a very thin tree trunk. The helicopter was hovering dangerously close to the treetops which looked like weeds standing still in a field but we were hundreds of feet up. "We cannot stay at this altitude near the trees - it is too dangerous" said the pilot.  They threatened the pilot saying "Stay here and don't move away!" I was asked again by "Mr. Barbados" at gunpoint to step out onto the branch. A shot rang past me so I stepped onto the branch and hugged the treetop. It held for about twenty seconds and then snapped over like someone on top of a masthead that was fagile and snapped off. I saw the blue sky and clouds for a moment then fell into a comfortable sleep. I was inebriated and thinking that God will take care of the situation. It was unknown how long that I had been actually sleeping but seemed like only a few minutes. When I awoke I was laying comfortably between branches. I turned my head to see what time it was on my night stand when they snapped and I plunged toward the branches below grabbing the tree trunk sliding and grabbing for my life and ended up standing on a branch about two hundred feet up. Holding on to another branch with my hand I noticed that the branches below were like rungs of a ladder. I decided that I must get down some how so I proceeded to step down toward the next branch when down I went being bumped and stabbed and poked for tens of feet at a time. Wedged again between branches for a moment and then flying face down toward a large branch landing on my abdomen and groin - now in great pain - a fellow staring up at me from about forty feet below. I tried to keep hugging that branch when I slid around it falling face up from the earth landing on my back. The pain was extreme for about five seconds and was suddenly gone. The same fellow staring at me on the ground when I suddenly leaped on to my feet somehow miraculously unharmed. "What did you fall?" "Yes, I fell!". His companions now stepping out from behind trees and bushes embarrassed and scared. Mr.Garofalo himself must have had a double because he was suddenly on the ground himself and no longer in the helicopter. "He must have soft landed" said the man who watched me fall to the earth. Although it seemed like a stunt from a movie these people meant to kill and people were being killed. A sheriff sort of looking half like "Wally Cox" and "Parakeet Head" began to arrest some of them  - questioning them about how I fell. "It was a simulation" they said. "Then how come all those branches are broken up there if it was a simulation!'' They were speechless. Earl Morwhine decided to give me a ride home but we were detained by the Sheriff for a moment. He asked me what happened. "I was in a helicopter and they made me step out at gunpoint". What about Meg?  I suddenly remembered. "What happened to Meg? Did she make it?" I asked a fellow named "Darcy" who I knew from high school and from the Barbados Paradise. "She was found crushed to death down that path!" he said. "Take me to her". It looked like it could have been a real body wearing the same dress as in the helicopter - black with a white collar - laying as if a car had run over her. It looked like the same dress she wore in the last scene of her movie "Masquerade". This seems like a fantasy concocted by myself but the story is true. Although it cannot be you Meg! Why? Because recently she is wearing a full figure in a play called "Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf " up in Victoria "Flanada". Some had given their lives for her -  even myself. Did you know about all the danger and threats Meg? The Sheriff wanted me to go the hospital but I told him that I was fine. The full impact had not yet hit me and it became forgotten for twenty five years - until about a week ago. I do not know if the photo above is the same one who was found dead on the path but it cannot be the real Meg. That photo is dated "June 11th, 1984." You - Emily were born a month later - "July 8th,1984". Does she look eight months pregnant in the photo? No! This is absolute proof that you -  "Meg" had doubles! Until  my next  letter, Love John Moreno...... EMERGENCY FOOT NOTE!!!! Dear Meg, Widgett Stanz himself was thrown out of the same helicopter on another date in 1986 (One nation under God for...). I was not there when it happened but Jimmy Young Blood and Earl Morwhine showed me his body laying on a path and he seemed to be flattened wearing a black robe with a snake on it. They were making fun and calling him "Mashed Barbados".