Constance ‘Connie’ Gaye Trowbridge-Geldreich.

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Even after almost four years of obsessively researching and writing about Ted Bundy and the Pacific Northwest, I still come across brand-new names that I’ve come across before… one would think that studying a single man that resided in a specific area during a very specific time period of time would result in finding the same names over and over again, but that couldn’t be further from what’s happening. While I was in Seattle last week I did a Google search for ‘unconfirmed Ted Bundy cases’ (as I tend to do every couple of months, just to see what I can find)… and low and behold, the story of Connie Trowbridge-Geldreich was all over my search results. Just as a side note, when writing this, (for me) it made the most sense to transcribe most of the interview Connie did with podcaster Julian Morgans, as it told her story directly and with the least amount of complications.

Constance Gaye Trowbridge was born in September 1953 to Thomas and Linda Windsor in Yelm, WA. Thomas Windsor was born on July 19, 1926 in Tucson, Arizona and Linda Marie Sanderson was born on April 12, 1931 in Gloucester City, NJ. She was one three children and had a sister named Janice Lynn and a brother named Thomas. At some time in 1969 Connie relocated with her family to Gloucester City in New Jersey but her parents divorced on January 7, 1976 in Highlands, Florida. In multiple recent podcasts (she even did an interview with the UK tabloid, ‘The Sun’ on March 10, 2026), Connie recalled her story about the time she was almost drowned by Ted Bundy at Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA at some time in August 1967 (she compared the experience to feeling like a ‘bird being played with a cat’).

According to Connie, during her time as a teenager in Washington state in 1967 her: ‘childhood was pretty ugly as far as parents go, and family life, because I always got the feeling that my parents didn’t want kids. My father had a drinking problem, and he didn’t like to work. My mother was like a child. She liked to play and just stay outside, She didn’t like to cook. It was just a nightmare. There were six of us living in a 800-foot square feet, two bedrooms and one bathroom, it wasn’t pleasant.’ … ‘One thing my mom liked to do was go camping, hunting, fishing, and SWIMMING. And so that’s what we did. We didn’t have much money so it was like, make your own fun.’ Growing up, Connie said her dad used to hold their family hostage at gunpoint: ‘he’d come home from the bar, at three in the ,morning the bars close at 2 AM, he couldn’t manage it before three… he’d drag us all out of bed on a school night, sit us around the kitchen table and point guns at us. So that’s the life I came from, so I had a lot of trauma in my life prior to meeting Ted Bundy, lucky me. What are the odds?’

On the hot August day that Connie claims she had her encounter with Ted, she was fourteen years old and her mom decided to take the family out to Hart’s Lake in Roy for a day of swimming and fun. She said that she ‘didn’t want to go’ because it was ‘late August, and everybody’s getting ready for school, and there’s no people at the lake, I mean, even though its warn, out, it was just school time. And, um, I was like, if I gotta go, I gotta go.’ So, I had a hand me down beautiful, two piece swim suit from my cousin and I thought, ‘I’m gonna wear that today.’ You know, but I was like, fourteen. And I had the brawl (sp?) to, like… ‘I wanted to be my Barbie!’ So I put it on and wrapped a towel around myself and went off to the lake.’ Oddly enough, in her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie and her family were not the only ones at the lake that late August afternoon, but didn’t elaborate any further.

‘And we get there, and I dropped the towel and my mom just started screeching these horrible words at me: ‘what are you…’ you’re trying to pick up boys? You’re some kind of…’ I don’t know what I can say on here, but words that I had never heard before. And I was pretty stunned. And, um.., I started to cry. She was just like, ‘just, get away from me’ type of attitude. And I just started kinda walking around the lake, I kept going and going and going… and then I see a tree. And it’s growing out of the middle of the beach and I thought, you know, I’m just going to go sit under that tree and cry it out, I don’t know. So I sat down and there was aa floating dock out there on the water, and there was nobody at the lake. It was just us.’ In the podcast with FreyzelProductions, she said that she had with her a ‘little transistor radio’ the ‘size of a pack of cigarettes’ with her that she was trying to find some music on.

‘So after a little bit I hear rustling in the woods behind me and, uh I thought it was a deer, or whatever, but you better look around because it might be a bear, you know? So, I turned around and I looked and there was a man coming out of the woods. I thought, ‘oh well that’s very odd.’ And he had a pair of shorts on, no shirt and some kind of sandals… and he had a yellow whistle like, a plastic whistle around his neck tied with a boot lace, I remember that. So, uh, he goes down, and looks up and down the lake, and I think, ‘what is this guy doing?’ and then he comes towards me and he goes, ‘hi, I’m the lifeguard.’ And… there’s no lifeguard here, this is a parks department. And I said, ‘when did they hire lifeguards?’ And he goes, ‘we’re new. They just hired us. Too many drownings.’ Of course, nobody ever comes to this lake, there’s no drownings. And he’s like, ‘what’s your name?,’ and I said, ‘Connie.’ And he said, ‘hi, I’m Ted.’ And I said, ‘Ted?’ Cause, you know… what’s Ted short for? I don’t know any Teds. And he said, ‘my name is Theodore.’ And I thought to myself, I said, ‘Theodore!? And I laughed, like… I’m fourteen years old so I giggled… you have to remember, I’m only one year older than Kimberly Leach,* the last girl he killed. So, I was ‘hee-heeing’ at Theodore, so he goes, ‘ you think that’s funny, my last name’s Bundy!’ And I went, ‘Ted Bundy!? You made that up! You know, and I just couldn’t stop laughing. And every time he would like, poke fun at me or whatever I would say, ‘stop it, Theodore Bundy!’ That’s how I remember his name, cause I kept saying it. I kept laughing at it, and I kept telling him he made it up.’

In this moment, she said because she was only fourteen-years-old, she wasn’t looking at him as being attractive or charming, and she ‘wasn’t looking at him as a good looking fourteen- or fifteen-year-old. I was looking at an older man, and he was a man, you know what I mean? He wasn’t somebody that I’d be attracted to. I was at home playing with Barbies. But he was, in the beginning, he was a quite charming,’ and specified that he didn’t have bad energy or a bad aura, and she didn’t get a bad reading on him right away: ‘at first… well, there were like, red flags going up. Because there are no lifeguards at that lake, and he’s wearing that stupid plastic whistle. And he’s like, wandering around like… yeah. I’m getting a weird vibe. Yet I’m not afraid of him. At his point SO after a while, I’m laughing at something, and he starts to become a little darker, but he kinda like, sits down, or kneels down, in front of me. And he’s like, right in my face, exceeding my boundary. And he was like, asking me millions of questions like, you know ‘How old are you? What do you do? Do you go to school? What school? What do your parents do for a living? What do you do for fun? Do you have a boyfriend?’ I mean just, on and on…And he never stopped smiling, smirking, or uh, grinning. The whole time. He’s like a person you meet at a party, you know… I don’t know if you ever met someone at a party that just wouldn’t leave you alone and just got in your personal space and he was the weirdo that stuck out in the crowd? The s the vibe I got from him. Then, it eventually got worse.’ In the podcast she did with FreyzelProductions, Connie said he would randomly get up and just ‘wander around a bit, in circle. Like he was checking the lake, you know? And then he left again.’

‘I started to get some creepy vibes, so I said, ‘I’m going to head back to where my mother is, who was way, way on the other side of the lake, and um, he said, ‘why don’t you go swimming?’ And I said, ‘I don’t want to go swimming.’ And he’s like, ‘oh, I’m the lifeguard, I’ve got to earn my money today,’ type of attitude. And uh, it just went back and forth. And I said, I just want to go back to my mom. And that’s when he started to get a little creepier. He started to go from authoritarian type person… then he started acting like a fourteen-year-old, so he’s the lifeguard, now he’s like… my equal., I guess? Then he’s like, ‘now… get up, get up, get up! Let’s go swimming! Let’s go swimming!’ So, he grabbed me by the arm and he raked his fingernails down my arm, and it like, took skin off. And I said, ‘please go away from me. Just leave me alone, let me go back to my mother.’ And this goes on for a while. So finally, I get up and we’re both out on the beach in the sand. And he’s toying with me at this point. And he’s like, holding his arms out so I can’t get by him. He’s tripping me, he’s kicking me. He’s grabbing me, he’s raking me, he’ everything. So finally agreed to go in the water, and I said I was going to swim out to that floating dock if he left me alone after that and I could go back to my mom. And he said, ‘yeah, you can go back to your mother but you have to go swimming first.’

‘So, I got in the water, ankle deep. I mean, I really did not want to go swimming. And he starts splashing me, just… drowning me. And, uh… then I’m completely soaked. So, I finally start heading out to the floating dock and um.. so, I’m swimming. Swimming, swimming, swimming. And he passes me, swimming. Like, right past me. Like we were in a race. And he gets to the ladder, and he turns around and sits on the rung of the ladder and I tried to hold onto the ladder but he was kicking me in the face and just, you know… kicking, kicking, kicking at me. And he wouldn’t let me up. But, that dock was huge. It was really high. I mean, I had to reach way up with my fingertips to get to the top. It was more of a, uh, fishing lake. Not a swimmers lake.’

‘So, I realize he’s not going to let me up. I can’t, I don’t have the energy to get back. I’ve been fighting this guy for oh, about two hours at this point. So, I went to the right side of the dock, looking for something to grab onto. And I put my fingers on the very top of the dock. And he had gotten up, and he was stomping on my fingers with the heel of his foot. And I thought, ‘what’s going on? You know, this guys… somethings wrong!’ And, uh, I went to the back of the dock. There was nothing there either, and when I looked up I seen him and he is looking down. He’s on his stomach now. I said, ‘uh, help. What are you doing? I thought you were a lifeguard?’ and he goes, ‘I am a lifeguard! Here!’ And so, he reached down, and so I reached my arm up, and instead he bypasses my arm and grabs me by my hair! And I’m going, ‘oh my God, I am in serious trouble here!’ And uh, he starts screaming at me, ‘I’m a good lifeguard! See, I saved your life today!’

‘Then he plunged me under the water, and, uh. I’m under the water for almost a minute. I had nothing. And he pulled me back out, and I can’t scream, my mother… was way too far away he’s totally in my face. I kept trying to say ‘help me,’ but he was rambling on again about how he had saved my life as the lifeguard and he plunged me back under the water. And there I stayed. And it was just, time was just, ‘tick, tick, tick, tick…’ and it wasn’t all that deep under the water, I was only a few inches, but he had like, pulled my head back and I could see him laughing, and his face went gnarly., and like, ropey, and his eyes were like two big, black marbles. They were the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. And I could see his teeth, and they were all gnarly. And I thought, ‘I am looking at a demon here, this is not even human.’ And I’m dying, I know it. And I think to myself, ‘I had went to summer camp earlier and they say, ‘when in doubt, play dead…’ and I thought maybe if he thinks that he drowned me he’ll just let go and leave. So, what I did was, I was trying to peel his fingers out of my hair, but I just let go and all the sudden went limp. And I just like, opened my eyes and looked up at him, and my legs… and he didn’t let go. He was just laughing, and laughing, and laughing. And my legs floated up…’

‘And I had just about given up when I thought I might be able to get out of this if I can just go down. So, I suddenly grabbed under the dock and shoved with everything I had down. And he wasn’t stopping laughing. When I pushed myself down from that dock, he ripped a big wad of my hair out. I mean, I had to pull out of his grasp. But by the time I had no oxygen left at all, and I kept thinking, ‘you can do this, you can do this. You just gotta get up and underneath the dock where there’s an air pocket. You can do it Con.’ But I keep sinking, and sinking, and sinking. And I don’t know how deep the lake is, I know its way over my head. And I’m down about probably eight feet and all of the sudden my feet hit the bottom of the lake. I don’t have anything… oxygen left to get back What I did was, I flipped my left foot, my one foot (not even both, I didn’t have the energy), and my chest gets tight when I talk about this, and I flipped my foot so it would propel me upward. That’s all I could hope for. That I could make it to the surface. And I kind of angled myself towards the dock. If I could just get there I could get there. If I could just get there… ‘just hang in there Connie.’ My lungs were on fire, tunnel vision had started to set in. Fear.’

In her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie said: ‘and then, you know, your whole life starts, you know… ‘what’s my mom going to do?’ You know? And I thought about this, too. What would my mom have thought if he had drowned me and then just bolted back into the woods? She would have thought, ‘what did she do? She fell off the dock. She hit her head. What did she do?’ Nobody would have ever known. They would have known. No, they wouldn’t have known. They, she would have thought I just drowned. And that’s why I think we need to look into cold cases of, you know, young girls that have drowned out here on the West Coast and, you know? Things like that happened to them cuz this guy came out of nowhere. I mean, when you come out of the woods like you’re some kind of animal, you are.’

And I got under the dock, and after I got some air, I screamed my head off and I hear him running across the dock and then there was a crack where the ladder was, because that was facing the beach, and I seem him swim really fast to the beach, he picked up whatever he had brough with him, ran back into the woods, and left. But I knew it, because I kept calling him, ‘Theodore Bundy!’ Start to finish, Connie said the entire event took place over three hours.

When Connie got back to her family, her mother and younger siblings had been building a sandcastle, and they never even asked where she had been (despite her tears): ‘and I said, mom! (and I was crying), and I said, mom, some guy just tried to drown me! He tried to kill me!’ And I’m like, ‘look, look, look!’ and she’ like, ‘how dare you, I told you not to wear that outfit! You little… whatever.’ And she told my brother and sister to get in the car because we had to go home because, uh, I ruined all the fun.’ And I kept going, ‘mom, I need to go to the police, I need to tell somebody, somebodies got to know there’s a guy out there trying to kill people!’ And she just said, ‘absolutely not! Get in the car!’ I was grounded for a week and a half, and everything.’ … ‘My mom wouldn’t take me to the police, she actually called me a liar even though I had scratches… I was black and blue all over, even my hands were black and blue. My fingers… she wouldn’t help. Nobody listened. So, here I am, fifty-eight years later, talking about this. Cause it lives inside of you.’

After her experience in the summer of 1967 Connie said that she ‘packed it away and internalized it. You don’t try to think about it. I never went swimming again. To this day, I don’t swim. I mean, I’ll wade in the water… I just, didn’t have anyone to talk to about it, you know?’ … ‘You bottle it up, and I just didn’t have anybody to tell. I had to keep it to myself. Like I let the first ten, twenty years go by and I still have to keep it to myself. I mean, who am I going to tell? So, my husband broke his neck in 1986, and I think they executed Bundy in 89? See, I hadn’t even know he had become a serial killer, because by 1986 my husband was paralyzed from the neck down. So, I had two kids, and I had two jobs, and a quadriplegic husband, from the neck down… and I had my hands full, I wasn’t watching the news. Or paying attention to the serial killers down in Florida or wherever he was. So he was literally already dead by the time I started to have problems with dreams: I kept dreaming I could swim underwater, and I would be under the water and I would (its kinda weird), I would gasp for air… and then, Oh wow, I could swim, I could breathe. Underwater. And it was starting to bother me. It wasn’t very often, maybe once every month or two. But I was like, why would I have a dream like that?’

‘And then I would ask my friends, ‘have you ever dreamt that you could swim under water?,’ and they all said, ‘no.’ ALL of them.’ And I said, ‘oh, it’s because that guy tried to drown me back in 1967.’ But I did know he was a serial killer by then: Ted Bundy.’ For years she let it go ‘in one ear and out the other’ but was finally able to put two and two together after she read Ann Rule’s true crime classic, ‘The Stranger Beside Me:‘ ‘somehow reading it in black and white, I kept going, ‘where have I heard that, Theodore Bundy? I’m from Washington state. And that’s where it happened.’ I just gasped. I was like, ‘oh my God! He was the one that tried to kill me in 1967!’

‘The problem with that is, there is almost nothing, almost zero proof out there, that says he hurt anyone prior to 1974. And I knew what had happened to me happened when I was fourteen and that made it 1967, and it was in August, and it was so hot. And I couldn’t match it. I couldn’t match the dates. And so would go, I know it’s him… nah, it’s probably isn’t because this happened earlier than 74. And then I’d forget about it for a year or two, and then I’d go back and say, ‘I know it’s him, I absolutely know it’s him. Nope… can’t match the dates.’ And that’s what probably held me back from probably talking about it a lot more back then.’ As we all know, Bundy’s first ‘on the record’ attack took place in the very beginning of 1974, when he brutally beat and left for dead Karen Sparks in her basement apartment near the University of Washington, where she was a student.

‘So I wrote to Ann Rule, the one that wrote ‘The Stranger Beside Me,’ and she contacted me right away and she was like, ‘tell me more.’ You know, so I told her what I’m telling you. And she asked me, ‘at what lake?,’ and I told her and she asked me a lot of questions about what did he look like what color was his hair?’ She kept asking me about his mole*, and I didn’t remember it, I don’t remember seeing no mole. I don’t know why. But other than that, everything else was spot on. So she said, ‘I absolutely agree that you were a victim of Ted Bundy. And that he had killed a little girl back in 1961** in this area. Well, in Tacoma.’ In her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie said that during her conversation with Rule she told her that she was ‘born in the town that he lived in, so that’s how close we were. And I lived between the town he lived in and the town he worked in. So there’s only two ways to get there, and there were so many correlations. And she was like, ‘yeah. She said because he tried … she was the one who first t old me that the little neighbor girl went missing in 19… I think she said 1962, my research says 61 so I don’t know.’’’ … ‘So after talking to her, I knew it was him.’

‘So, I started to question what happened between 1961 and 1974, because you never, ever hear about what he did in the 60’s and early 70’s, prior to 1974. It was just like he woke up out of bed one morning and he just started killing people in 1974. And I was pretty stunned by that, so I started to do a little research into him, I didn’t know a lot about him. I still don’t know a lot about him. I know he was the one, I can pick him out of a line up. And that was another thing: when they would say ‘Ted Bundy’ on TV it kinda went in one ear and out the other, because I kept calling him ‘Theodore Bundy.’ Theodore, Theodore, Theodore. I just kept shoving it to thew far back of my brain… I mean, I had a lot… I had to work, I had a paralyzed husband, I had kids, I couldn’t think about Bundy. But, I think Bundy thought about me when I kept having those underwater dreams. And so, I wanted to cure myself, I’ve got to get rid of these dreams. And after I talked to Ann Rule, the dreams went away! I never had another one ever since, And that was, uh… mid 90’s, late 90’s.’

‘What happening now after that was: every time I’m watching TV, I’m watching a video, I’m reading a book… I’m reading an article: Ted Bundy’s in it! He has become more popular to this day than he ever was back in 74, or the 70’s so that was really bothering me and that’s what made me do the first podcast I did. Because I want people to know this guy was a stone-cold killer. He was not your friend, he was not anybody to worship… he just wanted to see me die under that water. And he was just… laughing, and uh it makes my blood run cold.’

About Bundy’s resurgence in popularity, Connie said it disgusts her how he ‘has fan clubs out there. I found out he has fan clubs out there. But, I’m angry. I just… everything is just, Bundy, Bundy, Bundy… He’s just like, the catch word for anything, you know. Any kind of evil in the world you just say, ‘Ted Bundy,.’ And its just gotten more, and more, and more popular. And it just makes a hero out of him. And uh, I kinda wish they didn’t kill him thought. I woulda wished they would have, I don’t know, tortured him until they got more of the women back. That he killed. There’s a lot of missing still, in Washington, Oregon, and Idaho… but other than that I’m glad he’s gone. But even though he’s gone, you never forget that. It was one of the most traumatic things of your life, and yet you know… you don’t forget what that man tried to do to you that day.’

‘And then you have distrust for people, and then you go back and you have survivors guilt: ‘What if I would have gone back and went to the police? What if my mom would have been like, a real mom and took me to the police station let me put down the words: ‘Theodore Bundy, tried to down me,’ it would have been on file somewhere… so when they started looking for him in the 70’s h9s name would have come up in their database, but they were dismissing it because, ‘oh he’s a good guy, he’s an attorney, he’s this, he’s that…’ if I would have checked out with the police, then the police could have said, ‘yeah, he tried to drown this girl on this date,’ but I know that all those girls died, and they kept on dying right to Florida. Could I have helped that? Maybe, maybe not. But it does kinda give you this… how did I survive? Why me? (starts to softly weep) Why not, those beautiful girls out in lake Sammamish, or that little girl Kimberly Leach out of Florida? And why do I have to drag this burden around? You know but every time I talk about it, it gets a little easier to deal with, so um. The first podcast helped me a lot, the second one a lot more, and maybe this one will help me even more.’

In the start of 1967, twenty-one-year-old Ted enrolled in classes at the University of Washington in Seattle, and moved into McMahon Hall on the schools campus (he was also sleeping on occasion at his parents’ home on North Skyline Drive in Tacoma), but he withdrew from the school on March 17th. Later that June he briefly relocated to California, where he attended Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA (taking up studies in accelerated Chinese), and upon returning home to Washington in September got a job at the Seattle Yacht Club. He slept wherever he could lay his head at night, but thanks to a stolen key from his old dormitory, he often would find shelter at McMahon Hall (despite not being a student at UW anymore). Also around this time, he began an intense romantic entanglement with Diane Edwards, a UW classmate that he later described as ‘the only woman I ever really loved.’

As we all know, the only one of Ted’s confirmed victims that died in relation to drowning was Lynette Culver (thank you to my friend Luke Koumo for reminding me of this); most of his other victims involved some sort of bludgeoning and/or strangulation. On May 5, 1975 twelve-year-old Lynette left Alameda Junior High School on her lunch and was last seen a few hours later getting on a bus at Hawthorne Junior High School that was headed roughly ten miles away to Fort Hall (although one report claims she was last seen walking down Eldredge Road in Pocatello the following day). She didn’t mention any plans of leaving to anyone she knew and had been last seen wearing a burgundy jacket with a fur hood, a red checkered shirt, and blue jeans. She has never been seen or heard from again and her remains have never been found.

One week before his January 1989 execution Bundy confessed to the murder of Lynette Culver: he said that after he abducted her, he brought her back to a room that he rented at the Holiday Inn in Pocatello, where he sexually assaulted then drowned her in the bathtub. He then disposed of her body in the Snake River, which is a major waterway in the interior PNW that begins in Yellowstone National Park in western Wyoming and flows through Idaho, Oregon and Washington; it’s roughly 1,080 miles long,

In her memoir ‘The Phantom Prince: My Life with Ted Bundy,’ the killers one-time love Elizabeth Kendall/ Kloepfer recounted an incident where she believed he may have been trying to kill her: one summer day during a rafting trip Bundy reportedly pushed her into the cold river waters and instead of helping her, watched her struggle to get back onto the raft. While it is unclear if this was an explicit attempt to drown her, Liz and Molly interpreted it as a moment where he was considering letting her die.

Additionally, during a trip to Green Lake outside of Seattle Liz’s daughter Molly became exhausted while swimming and attempted to climb onto the same inflatable yellow raft: she recalled that every time she reached for it, he would push it a few feet away (just out of her reach), and that he seemed to enjoy watching her struggle. She eventually had to swim a long distance back to shore while crying and she arrived exhausted. Molly also said that on a separate occasion at Green Lake, Ted suggested she go into the water after dark then disappeared underneath it and grabbed her by surprise, an event she described as a’ terrifying experience’ meant to amplify her fears.

In his book ‘TB’s Murderous Mysteries,’ Kevin Sullivan mentioned that in June of 1975 Ted started dating Leslie Knutson, a young divorcée with a seven-year-old son named Josh, and that for a short period that summer, he even moved in with them in their home in Salt Lake. Josh spent a good amount of time with Ted that summer along with his friend, Larry Tucker (who was a little younger than him and lived down the street), and according to him he would sometimes take them both places with him; in turn, Larry’s mother Francine Bardole would on occasion watch Josh, so that Bundy and Leslie could have time to themselves. On at least two occasions Larry said that Bundy took both boys to the Redwood Drive-In, and that her son volunteered (without any prompting from her) that he thought the experiences was ‘fun,’ although he did recall a time that Ted told them to wait in the car, while he got out and walked in the direction of the concession stand and bathrooms.

After a good amount of time went by, their adult companion failed to return so (logically) they decided to go looking for him. Oddly enough, when the did eventually find him, Bundy had been standing close to the restrooms and had been watching the women as they were coming and going … which of course makes one think about Denise Naslund, (one of) Ted’s Lake Sammamish victims, and how he stopped her as she was leaving the restroom and (somehow) convinced her to go with him.

Another thing that Leslie mentioned to authorities was how Bundy would take Josh and his friends to a pool that was located within the grounds of old Fort Douglas, and that one day when he got home, Larry told his mother that he didn’t want to go back because Ted liked to play a game called ‘shark,’ and he didn’t like it. He also said that not only would Bundy swim around the pool and pull them underneath the water, but he would also try to ‘bite’ them as well.

We do have to remember that in addition to nearly drowning people, Ted also saved the life of a young toddler in Green Lake in early 1970 while he was working for the Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission.

* I did want to briefly mention the mole that Ann Rule was referring to in her phone call with Connie: Ted had a prominent, dark brown mole on the left side of his neck that was considered one of his only permanent distinguishing physical marks. At times, he took measures to hide it and would frequently wear turtlenecks, and it was a crucial detail in his criminal investigation (for example, survivor Carol DaRonch noted the mole on his neck, which became a critical piece of descriptive evidence for police).

** This is Ann Marie Burr, who was abducted from her Tacoma residence on a ‘dark and stormy night’ back in late August 1961. The only evidence left behind at the scene of the crime (the family home) was a red thread on a windowsill; her body has never been recovered.

According to Connie, ‘you can look a person in the eye and absolutely tell if they have a good heart or not. You can see the demons in them, there are demons in this world and they are out there and they are ready to hurt you. I realize its more like, like narcissistic personality meets psychopath, you know? It’s a varying degrees: either they have one, both, or all of them.’

After looking Ted in the eyes, Connie said that she ‘thinks that the press pumps fluff stories, they make him a hero, and its junk. But what I’ve seen in him… unearthly is the only word that comes to mind. I can’t even come up with the words to describe it, I don’t even think there are any. When his eyes, everything… went black, it looked like he had two big black marbles instead of eyes. And, you just look at somebody who looks like that, and you’re kinda like… ‘what planet am I on?’ he was like, I my face, and a of people ask me why I didn’t scream, and I couldn’t, I would have screamed right in his mouth, literally. And um, he’s like this, all the time, no matter where I go. So, I was just a kid. I didn’t know. I knew my mother was angry with me, she wouldn’t have looked up anyways (she starts softly crying). Sorry. I don’t know who hurt me more that day, Ted Bundy or my mother, and I’m being straight honest. Because she tore me down for days. You know, where do you go, there’s nowhere to run? In your mind, or to hide?’ … ‘so I could run to the devil over here or Satan over there.’ I mean, I had no where to go, so you just withdraw, go inward and say to yourself, let this be a life lesson and, uh, get away from those people. If you see someone you don’t trust, just leave. If they don’t feel normally to you, get away. Get away, get away.’

‘I don’t really have an explanation as to what it was like to meet Ted Bundy. It was like, evil personified. You felt it right from the moment he came out of those trees, or bushes… you knew right away, you don’t want to be around this guy, but you don’t know why. Because he’s charming, he’s asking polite questions, but he’s right in your face doing it. He thought everything was funny, he really did. He had a smile on his face constantly, if not a grin, a full grin then a laugh which is something you hear in a haunted house. Hysterically laugh. Every time he heard me. He’s definitely a sadist.’

In my opinion (take it for what it’s worth), at the end of the day, I’m going to have to lean towards Bundy not being the one responsible for Connie’s attack in 1967. We can always refer to the (at this point, redundant) fact that he has no official ‘on the record’ attacks/kills until 1974… but it’s more than that. It’s the commonly used phrases she used while talking about her experience, and the fact she specifically claimed he greeted her by saying, ‘hi! I’m Ted’ is what really did it for me: as we all know that’s the name of Tiffany Jean’s blog, which is probably the most famous Ted Bundy website in existence. And when she started tearing up while talking about why ‘the beautiful girls at Lake Sammamish died and not her…’ I got the impression she was pulling energy from Molly Kendall’s interviews in Amazon’s ‘Falling for a Killer’ (where she was crying and used the exact same phrasing)… I’m getting Rhonda Stapley vibes, not Carol DaRonch ones. I mean… I saw her comment on a picture of the final resting place of Kim Leach plugging the podcast she was being featured in. To me, that’s in very poor taste.

And who doesn’t know who Ted Bundy was until 2007? I’m forty-two so I was five years old when he was killed, and the first time I remember being aware he existed was in a study hall my sophomore year of high school: my girlfriend Jackie’s mother was taking a Criminal Justice class at a local college and at the time they were learning about serial killers… but she seemed particularly intrigued by Bundy to the point that the teacher in charge said it wasn’t the most appropriate topic of conversation for a bunch of kids in high school (looking back, 1998 was a very innocent time). But, my point is: Connie grew up in the same area as Bundy, and was (roughly) in the same age bracket… he is an incredibly famous (infamous?) serial killer, often considered one of the original ‘big bads…’ I mean, where was she when the murders were going taking place and mass hysteria was afoot? I find it hard to believe that she had no idea what was going on in her home state of Washington, where her friends and loved ones lived (especially when he was caught). I can’t believe that it took her THAT LONG to put two and two together because in her mind his name was ‘Theodore… Theodore, Theodore, Theodore…’ I have heard him called by his full, legal name multiple times on TV, and he wasn’t exclusively called ‘Ted Bundy.’

And I’ll admit, where she did a great job of painting her mother as a monster with the mind of a child… what parent cares enough about their children to take them to a lake in order to spend time with them, but at the same time doesn’t care enough to check on them after they’ve been gone for THREE HOURS? I mean, she was only fourteen…

Connie married Richard Geldreich Jr. on August 5, 2004 in Collin, Texas but the couple separated in February 2016 and were officially divorced on January 29, 2019; she currently resides in her hometown of Yelm, WA. Per her LinkedIn page, Connie founded Tenacious Software in Bellevue, Washington in April 2008, but the company forfeited its charter in 2015. Her father died on August 16, 1976 at the age of fifty, and per his obituary, had worked at McChord Air Force Base and fought in the Army during WWII (he also served with the Coast Guard during the Korean ‘conflict’). Her mother Linda died at the age of ninety-four on June 14, 2025, and according to Connie right up until the end of her life she was the ‘same person’ as she was on that fateful August day in 1974: ‘quite evil,’ but she had her ‘moments.’ According to her obituary, Linda was born in Gloucester City, NJ and was predeceased by her husbands, Thomas Windsor in 1976 and Gary Casella in 1980. She loved spending time on her computer (online she went by the handle ‘Queen MUM’) and was an avid Eagles fan; she also liked to play any and all games (especially poker).

When asked if she allowed her experiences to affect how she approached motherhood, Connie responded that she was ‘more protective. I was a different kind of mother than my mother was, that’s for sure. Always made sure that I never changed my phone number, for thirty years. So they always had it, and stuff like that I still do that. I’m very afraid, because its such a bad world out there I don’t know if that makes sense, but you don’t move very often every though I would love to get out of this cold weather, I’ll stay here because that’s where my kids know I am.’

Works Cited:
Freyzel Productions. (July 2025). ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’ Taken March 13, 2026 from YouTube.com/FreyzelProductions
Kulniece, Kate. (March 10, 2026). ‘Narrow Escape: I Survived Ted Bundy After He Convinced me to go Swimming, his Face Turned Demonic when he Plunged Me Under the Water.’ Taken March 10, 2026 from thesun.co.uk
Morgans, Julian. (February 26, 2026). ‘What it was Like: Ted Bundy Tried to Kill Me.’ Taken March 11, 2026 from podcasts.apple.com
Sullivan, Kevin. (June 6, 2019). ‘Ted Bundy, Babysitter.’ Taken March 16, 2026 from aetv.com (also published in ‘Ted Bundy’s Murderous Mysteries’).

Connie from the 1968 Yelm High School yearbook.

Connie’s senior year picture from the 1972 Gloucester City High School yearbook.

A picture of Connie taken from Facebook.

Connie standing with a member of her family, who served in the milirary.

A photo on Connie’s LinkedIn page, the caption reads: ‘getting my dogs at SeaTac after they just flew in. Face a bit swollen after surgery. Doing great!’

A comment Connie made on a FB post about the gravesite of Kim Leach.

A Facebook post Connie made in January 2025. Her father died in 1976 so I’m not sure who she’s talking about… she’s also a Trump support which automatically makes her mentally unstable.

Connie and her husband William Trowbridge listed in the NJ Department of Health in the name index.

Connie and her husband Brian’s marriage certificate.

An opinion piece written by Connie about senior citizens that was published in The Courier-Post on July 16, 1999.

A Google Maps version of Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA.

A picture of a map with a key of the layout of Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA.

A comment comparing Connie’s story to that of Rhonda Stapley’s taken from ‘FreyzelProductions’ YouTube video titled, ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’

A comment about an alleged encounter someone claims that they had with Ted Bundy taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’

A comment about Liz Kloepfer’s book about how Ted almost drowned her along with a few comments about his true victim count taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’

A comment made by someone doubting Connie’s story (mostly because of her mother) that she personally responded to taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’

Three comments made by people that doubted Connie’s story taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’

If you look closely at Ted’s neck, you will notice the mole that Ann Rule was referring to.

Ted wearing a turtleneck, as you can see it covers up his mole.

Bundy’s whereabouts in 1967 according to the ‘1992 FBI Ted Bundy Multiagency Team Report.’

A map from Bundy’s childhood home on North Skyline Drive in Tacoma to Hart’s Lake in Washington.

Leslie Knutson and her son Josh lived on the left side of this duplex on Redondo Avenue at the time she was dating Ted Bundy in the summer of 1975, photo courtesy of Francine Bardole/Kevin Sullivan.

This is where Francine Bardole and her son, Larry Tucker lived during the summer of 1975, photo courtesy of Francine Bardole/Kevin Sullivan.

Lynette Culver, who was only twelve years old when Bundy abducted then drowned her in a Holiday Inn in Pocatello, ID.

Thomas Windsor’s WWII registration card.

A picture of Connie’s parents taken on their wedding day in Gloucester City, NJ.

A newspaper clipping announcing the funeral service for Thomas Windsor published in The News Tribune on August 18, 1976.

Thomas Windsor’s obituary published in The Olympian on August 18, 1976.

Thomas Windsor’s obituary published in The News Tribune on August 19, 1976.

A newspaper clipping announcing the funeral service for Thomas Windsor published in The Olympian on August 20, 1976.

The message Connie left on her mother’s Legacy page.

Richard Geldreich Jr. from the from the 1992 Gloucester City High School yearbook; he was born in January 1976.

Richard Geldreich’s current Facebook picture.

The main bullet points related to the court case related to Connie and her husband Richard’s divorce.

A more in-depth look in the case related to Connie and her husband Richard’s divorce.

Connie’s ex-husband Richard’s BlogSpot bio.

Cheri Jo Bates, FBI File.

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Lesser-known Ted Bundy ‘Facts’ as Well as Myths.

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I’ve had this sitting in my drafts folder for a while, and I decided I’m going to publish what I have and add to it as needed.

Sam Cowell is Ted’s Father: there’s a pretty commonly spread myth that Ted’s grandfather Samuel Cowell is his father... but a blood test performed in 2020 by psychiatrist Dorothy Otnow-Lewis determined this to be not true.

Ann Marie Burr: there’s a myth that Ted’s Uncle Jack was Ann’s piano teacher, he wasn’t (although he did live about three miles away)’; there’s also a rumor floating around that Ted was the Burr’s family paperboy, he wasn’t. He also lived over three miles away from her and not exactly in her neighborhood.

Karen Sparks: before she was brutally attacked on the night of January 4, 1974, Sparks recalled being watched by an older-looking man at the laundromat that she usually went to.

Lynda Ann Healy: on the day after she vanished Lynda had plans of making her family a home cooked meal called ‘company casserole;’ additionally, there’s also some evidence that Bundy stalked her before he abducted her in the early morning hours of February 1, 1974, as it was proven by the King County Sheriff’s Department that on the day she was last seen alive he was behind her in the check cashing line at the Safeway they both shopped at. Ted also frequented Dante’s, the bar Lynda went to on the evening that she was last seen alive.

Donna Gail Manson: there are some whispers that Ted was acquainted with Donna, and that she had been seen in the presence of a man that matched his description prior to her disappearance on her school’s campus.

Susan Rancourt: before Ted abducted Sue he approached two other women: Kathleen D’Olivio and Jane Curtis. He approached D’Olivio earlier in the evening on the April 17, 1974 (the same night Sue disappeared), however there’s some discrepancy as to when he approached Jane: in multiple sources it’s alluded that it occurred the same evening, however Curtis said she was approached on a Sunday (Sue was abducted on a Wednesday), so that means she encountered him either on April 14, 1974 or April 21,1974.

Georgann Hawkins: the day after Ted abducted Hawkins he returned to the area close to the crime scene and (very discretely) recovered a pair of her hoop earrings and one of her shoes from an adjoining parking lot (that had all flown off of her because he attached her with such incredible force).

Brenda Carol Ball: according to Bundy’s death row confessions, he admitted that he took twenty-two-year-old Ball back to his rooming house in Seattle after abducting her on June 1, 1974, and the two had consensual sex; he then claimed to he strangled her while she slept. This is inconsistent with the physical evidence, as her skull (which had been discovered in 1975 on Taylor Mountain), showed significant damage from blunt force trauma, proving that she had been severely beaten.

Lake Sammamish Murders: there’s multiple theories as to why he took two women in the same day. One is that because Jan Ott was so small he killed her ‘too quickly’ by accident, and his ‘urges’ weren’t completely satisfied so he had to go back and get another victim. The second theory is that he kept Janice alive and brought Denise back to where he was keeping her and killed the one in front of the other.

Nancy Wilcox: It’s speculated that Bundy may have been grooming Wilcox, as members of her family said she mentioned an older man who would come into the Arctic Circle drive-in that she briefly worked at and flirt with her.

Laura Ann Aime: there were apparently several reports made to police by people that knew Aime that said she claimed that a man matching Bundy’s description had hung out with her at Brown’s Café in Lehi, Utah, and at one point had called her his girlfriend. The man also had said he was going to rape her, and its thought she had been introduced to him by her friends. Additionally, Laura’s family has stated they believe Bundy stalked her and approached her on multiple occasions before he abducted her.

Pulled Over in Florida: before his final arrest in Florida in early 1978 Ted was pulled over in Tallahassee driving a stolen vehicle and as he was being questions by an officer. He simply, ran away… and he got away. This took place just four days before his final arrest on February 11, 1978: when the officer walked back to his patrol car to check the license plate, Bundy ran away and escaped into the night.

Valerie Ann Duke: a student at FSU at the time of Bundy’s Chi Omega murders, Duke had gone home the weekend of the murders and because of that her life was spared (Bundy’s fingerprints were found on her doorknob, meaning had she been there she would have been attacked); she lived with immense survivors guilt and shot herself in her vehicle on May 1, 1979, at the age of 22. She was born on July 27, 1956 and is buried at the Cenizo Hill Cemetery in Mathis, Texas.

Deborah Wharton Beeler: one of Ted’s Seattle attorney’s John Henry Browne dated a woman that was brutally murdered in the same fashion that Bundy killed his victims. Beeler had been found in her rented cottage on February 22, 1970 wearing a housecoat over a nightgown; the twenty-three-year-old had been strangled with an electric hotplate cord. Investigators initially believed she committed suicide because within reach were a pair of pliers that had apparently been used to righten the wire, however an autopsy showed she had been hit over the head and had crashing blows to the side and front of her head (injuries that may have been made by a fist).

A Third Escape?: in July 1984 guards at Florida State Prison found a cut bar, hacksaw blades, and a pair of gloves hidden in Bundy’s cell. Another inmate, Manuel Valle, also had a cut bar in his cell, which suggested a coordinated effort between the two men.

Two Beetles?: Ted actually owned two Volkswagen Beetles, not just one (Liz owned a pigeons egg blue VW Bug as well). In April 1966 he sold his a 1933 Plymouth Coupe to put money towards a pale blue 1958 VW Bug. At some time in the spring of 1973 he purchased his infamous tan 1968 VW Bug from a woman named Martha Helms.

Susan Roller/Sara A. Survivor: a (living) supposed repeat victim of Ted named Susan Roller has published three books under the pseudonym ‘Sara A. Survivor;’ Roller also claims to be a friend of Georgann Hawkins as well, as the two were Daffodil Princesses (in different years)… however, I could find any proof that she knew either Bundy or Hawkins. In her book ‘Reconstructing Sara,’ Roller told her story about being repeatedly assaulted and raped by the SK; as of February 2026 is has been pulled from publication to be rewritten.

Zak Bagan’s, ‘Ghost Adventures’ Episode, ‘Serial Killer Spirits: Ted Bundy Ritual House’ that took place in Bountiful, Utah: also known as the ‘Anson Call house,’ Zak and his crew went in and investigated the old, abandoned house located in Bountiful, that he claims Ted took Debra Kent to after he abducted her on November 8, 1974… but, come to find out, the house was lived in at the time Kent was abducted from nearby Bountiful High School, so there’s no way he brought her back here to be murdered.

‘New’ Living Victims: in recent years multiple women have come forward claiming to be surviving victims of Ted Bundy, and only recently had the courage to come forward and tell their story: Susan Roller. Sotria Kritsonis. Rhonda Stapley. Sherry Deatrick. Rose Warriner.

Janla Carr: there’s some documents in a FBI file in relation to a woman from Philadelphia that alleged Bundy was her ‘half-brother.’ She also claimed he had a twin brother and made various other assertions about his family history that were widely considered by investigators and psychologists to be ‘unsubstantiated’ and ‘full of leaps.’ She passed away at age 45 in January 1997.

Vonnie Joyce Van Driel-Stuth, Case Files: Part Three.

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Documents courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.

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‘The Old Bones.’

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I found this while bumming around at the bar this past Saturday (we were dead and I had nothing to do). I don’t know if this is a legit article, or was written for a creative writing class… because I could find no record of Mary Soo or Janet Fair ANYWHERE, and there is no author listed. It’s interesting but I couldn’t find any truth to this, anywhere.

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Suspected or Convicted Serial Killers in Washington State.

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Martha Feldman, Rape Report.

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I’ve had Martha Feldman’s rape report in my drafts folder for over a year now, and I’m not sure why I didn’t post it yet. I started doing some digging into her background and as I was really getting into it, I realized that she didn’t ask for this to happen and this file was most likely only released due to a TB related FOIA request: she doesn’t want her personal life to be dissected fifty years after what was most likely one of the worst events of her life, so I am not going to go into her background and will strictly stick to the facts on the police report (especially since she specifies in it that she wishes to remain anonymous). I will say that she went on to lead an incredibly successful life, but I’m not going to elaborate any further. Feldman isn’t a Rhonda Stapley or Sotria Kritsonis, who ‘came forward’ years after their alleged run-in’s with Bundy looking for attention and notoriety (and in Stapley’s case, money). I mean, there’s a fair chance that Ted wasn’t Martha’s rapist.

According to the police report that Feldman filed on March 7, 1974 with the Seattle Police Department at the YWCA (located at 4224 University Way NW), she was raped by an unnamed assailant five days prior on Saturday, March 2 around 4:15 AM; she first disclosed her attack to a woman named Maria at the Seattle based organization ‘Rape Relief’ later that morning at around 7:30; from there, she sent two young women over, and they brought her into Harborview Hospital for a medical exam, which was given by a Dr. Shy at around 8:30 AM (where we know Bundy interned as a counselor from June 1972 to September 1972); the Seattle PD were notified later that evening.

Feldman told investigators that at around 1:30 AM on February 28, 1974 she heard something unusual but when she got up to investigate nothing was amiss; later in the same afternoon a friend of hers noticed that the screen had been removed from one of her windows (this reminds me of when Ted removed Cheryl Thomas’s screen from her window four years later in Florida). Martha’s assailant broke into her apartment around 4 AM and said that he didn’t ask her for money or valuables, and she even had some of her good jewelry sitting out and it remained untouched (in fact, the man didn’t appear to touch anything in the apartment). Personally, I think it makes sense that Bundy wouldn’t have stolen anything expensive, because by that point Liz already knew he was stealing and he was making a half-hearted attempt of not doing it.

Also, according to the report Feldman was moving out of her apartment and would be in touch with her new address; it does not clarify if she left because of her rape. She did not want her parents notified of her assault and said that she was ‘careless in not drawing her drapes or locking the window.’ After a few unsuccessful attempts to reach her by phone, detectives finally connected with her and on March 6th stopped by her apartment so she could sign a medical release form and speak to her more about what happened. Feldman told them that her assailant had been between twenty to twenty-four years old based off his ‘build and voice,’ and said that she never saw his face because he had a dark navy watch cap pulled over his head and down below his chin (it only had slits for the eyes that she suspected were made by him and specified that it had ‘not been a ski mask’); she said that she didn’t know his hair color but was certain he was white because she ‘saw his arms’ (she also said they had no hair on them).

Feldman said that early on the Saturday morning of her assault she went to bed around 1 AM (one other place in the police report said it was at 2 PM), and even though her shades were drawn one of the curtains were slightly agape, and she said it was easy to look in her one window and see that her extra bed was empty and that she was alone (she said that roughly ¾ of the time a friend stayed with her). It was probably 4 AM when she was suddenly awakened by something (she believes by him opening then shutting the window). Martha said that she’ had forgot to put the wooden slot in the window to lock it and although it would be difficult to see it was not there in the dark, he must have seen it as be took off the outer screen to reach the window.’ When she opened her eyes, a man she didn’t immediately recognize was standing in her doorway, and she said at first she only saw his profile and noticed there was something bright illuminating her living room and realized he had left his flashlight on the table (and that he had left it on). After her assailant came in her room he sat on her bed and assured her that he wasn’t going to hurt her and that he wouldn’t use his weapon on her as long as she didn’t scream, then proceeded to pull a hunting knife out from his back pocket, one that was dark and had a ‘carved bone handle’ with streaks on it. When she asked him how he got into her apartment he told her that it was ‘none of her business.’

Martha told the detectives that the man had been wearing a white, short-sleeved t-shirt and Levi’s, but was wearing not wearing a coat or sweater (even though it had been cold outside). She also said that his voice sounded like a Northwesterner and he seemed ‘well-educated,’ and possibly could have been a student at the nearby University of Washington. Feldman said that she didn’t recall that her assailant was wearing any jewelry or a watch and he had been drinking but was ‘not drunk’ and after about eight to ten minutes of talking he pulled out some tape out of his pocket and used it to cover her eyes.

He then turned on her bedroom light and left it on as he undressed her, unzipped his pants, then had sexual intercourse with her. When finished, he taped her hands and feet up ‘just to slow you down,’ turned off the light, covered her up with some blankets, said ‘go back to sleep,’ then left; the tape was later put into evidence. She heard him go out to the living room, open the window then run down the back alley; she listened but heard no car start up. Martha said he was very calm and sure of himself and felt that ‘he has done this before,’ although he didn’t say anything that made her think it was anything other than his first time. Feldman told detectives that she believed she could identify her assailant (even though her eyes were taped shut), and was usually home days as she had classes in the evening.

At the time of her assault Feldman lived at 4220 12^th Avenue NE Unit 14, which was four houses and just a minute’s walk away for Bundy, who was living at the Rogers Rooming House just down the street at 4214 12th Ave NE (the building she lived in has since been torn down and in 2023 a new complex was built in its place). Ted’s whereabouts aren’t accounted for specifically on March 2, 1974, however he was placed in Seattle/Tacoma both the day before and after. He was in between employment at the time and had been without a job since September of 1973 (when he was the Assistant to the Washington State Republican chairman) and remained unemployed until May 3, 1974 when he got a position with the Department of Emergency Services in Olympia (he was there until August 28, 1974, which is right before he left for law school). On the last page of the eight-page document is a blank page with a scribbled note: ‘this is the case, I thought of for Bundy. Think there would be a print on the tape?’

Bundy went on to abduct then murder Donna Gail Manson from Evergreen State College in Olympia on March 12, 1974. On her website ‘CrimePiper, Erin Banks points out that on a social media post about Feldman one commenter remarked on the face that the assailant pulled out a ‘carved knife handle,’ and it just so happened to match the description of a rare knife that had been ‘stolen’ out of Bundy’s girlfriend Elizabeth Kloepfer’s VW Bug a short period later. That same person went on to say that ‘the fact that he wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a T-shirt, even though it was cold outside, seems to indicate he lived nearby too.’

Bundy’s whereabouts on March 2, 1974 according to the ‘1992 FBI TB Multiagency Report.’

The walk from the Roger’s Rooming House to 4220 12th Avenue NW, where Feldman was living at the time of her rape.

The weather on March 2, 1974 in Seattle, WA.

Some more information about ‘Rape Relief,’ the hotline Feldman used to get the confidence to report her attack.

Another ‘opinion’ about Bundy being Martha Feldman’s assailant on Erin Banks’ ‘CrimePiper’ blog about Martha Feldman.

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Virginia ‘Gini’ Ingraham-McNair.

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Note: While on vacation with my husband in the Adirondack Mountains this past October I came across the name ‘Gini McNair’ in relation to Ted Bundy on a website called ‘Bartleby;’ there’s no author credited, and I have no idea who wrote it or where it came from (Google was also incredible unhelpful). When I looked ‘Gini McNair’ up on multiple search engines the same (poorly written) essay came up three times (all with no author). After a little bit of research, I was able to find out more about McNair’s background (as well as her full first name), however because her story is short and mostly unremarkable (and most likely made up), I’m not going to go super deep into her background.

Background: Virginia Ingraham was born sometime in 1953 to Lowell ‘Bud’ Everett and Lillian Marie (nee Tasker) Ingraham in Binghamton, NY. Mr. Ingraham was born on September 13, 1915 in Binghamton, and Lillian was born on July 2, 1918 in Arlington, Virginia. The couple were married on July 21, 1940 in Binghamton and went on to have five children together: James, Martha, Margaret, Raymond, and Gini. After serving in the Army during WWII Bud went on to get a job with IBM, where he worked for twenty-nine years; the family relocated to Colorado in 1965 after he was transferred and they settled down in Boulder. In 1975 Gini graduated with a bachelor’s in fine arts from the University of Colorado and she married Bob McNair in 1977; the couple settled down in Hotchkiss, CO.

Ted Bundy?: One chilly afternoon in late 1977 (the description of the encounter is incredibly vague and there is no exact time frame given) the twenty-six-year-old newlywed had been dropped her off at her car on Sugarloaf Road near Boulder Canyon by her sister-in-law. After saying goodbye, Gini unlocked her ‘dusty red’ Volkswagen Beetle and got in, and as she sat there waiting for it to get warm she looked up and noticed a second VW almost identical to hers (except for the fact it was light blue in color) coming towards her.

As the vehicle got closer to her McNair was able to get a good look at the driver, who took the brief opportunity to size her up as well, and when his eyes met hers, she it was as if she had been punched in the gut. After the man drove by her, he continued along until he reached the bottom of the road, that’s when he briefly stopped then quickly made a U-turn and began making his way back to her. When he pulled up to the scene, he parked his own VW and got out, and as he confidently walked towards her window she started to roll it down, and he leaned in close and asked if she was ‘having car trouble?,’ to which she hastily replied, ‘no.’ In return, he loudly said back to her, ‘oh, well I am!’ Gini looked up at him with a surprised look on her face, and it was at that point that she knew she had to get away from him, and she quickly blurted out, ‘well, I’m sorry, but I don’t really know anything about cars. I don’t think that I would be able to help you!’ The man became angry and said to her: ‘well, maybe you COULD!’ McNair said ‘no’ for a second time then rolled up her window and sped away.

McNair said that in the days that immediately followed the event she didn’t tell many people about her strange encounter, and wondered if it had simply been one of those weird events that happened to people on occasion… But one night, a few months later, her and Bob were watching the news and a story about Ted Bundy came on: he had just been recaught in Florida, and as they were watching the station showed a picture of the killer and Gini’s mouth dropped to the floor in shock: it was the same man that claimed to have car problems that afternoon in late 1977. From that moment forward, McNair said that she always made a habit of trusting that little voice in the back of her head that had been with her that day.

If I can be candid, I think Mrs. McNair is mistaken in her identification of Ted Bundy that night in Boulder in late 1977: by that time his movements were incredibly well documented and tracked (as he was in police custody for most of the year), and in total was technically only ‘free’ for a total of seven days (although only one can really be considered as six of the seven days were in June). According to the ‘1992 FBI TB Investigative Report,’ from January 1-29, 1977 he was incarcerated in the Utah State Prison, and from January 29^th to April 11, 1977 he was in the Pitkin County Jail; from April 11^th to June 7th he was in the Garfield County Jail (with the occasional overnight trip to the Pitkin County Jail). Let’s not forget his daring escape where he was free between June 7^th to the 13^th, and after he was recaptured he was sent back to the facilities in both Garfield and Pitkin Counties until his second escape early in the morning on December 31, 1977… so unless McNair’s encounter happened on New Years Eve, (which one would think is a pretty memorable day), then it was most likely not Ted Bundy that needed car help. Also he was not said to have been in Boulder that day, only Glenwood Springs, Vail, and Denver; from there he took a plane to Chicago.

Gini is an established artist and ceramicist that has over forty-five years of experience in her field (she also makes fused glass jewelry); she has a physical storefront with her husband called ‘McNair Studios’ and most days you can find them in their respective studios or outside working in their garden. She opened ‘Fat Cat Pottery’ in Grand Junction (which is still open as of December 2025), which is described as a ‘successful, next door, do-it-yourself pottery studio,’ and has multiple storefronts across the internet (I was able to easily find her Etsy page). Bob is retired from a successful career of the field of custom home construction, and he now creates hand carved wooden spoons; in August 2006 the couple opened a coffee shop called ‘Doghouse Espresso.’ When she is not creating her art Gini enjoys gardening, spending time with her daughter and granddaughter, cooking, baking, entertaining friends, and enjoying the inspiring mountain view from her deck. I was unable to find anything related to McNair after 2021 online, and her Etsy shop is currently closed.

According to her Etsy page, Gini has ‘been fascinated by clay since I was a child. I grew up in the rural countryside of upstate New York and while most kids were content making ‘mud pies,’ I loved making complete sets of tiny dishes with the clay that I dug up near the pond in our backyard. That love was reawakened during my first year of college when I stumbled into my first pottery class at the University of Colorado in Boulder. I immersed myself in the study of ceramics and took many workshops with some of the best potters of that era; Warren MacKenzie, David Shaner, Ken Ferguson, John Reeve and others. I received a Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree in 1975 and have had a love affair with clay ever since.’

Mr. Ingraham died at the age of seventy-four on March 7, 1990 in Boulder, Colorado after a sudden illness. According to his obituary, he retired in 1972 and was a member of the Nederland Presbyterian Church and was active in the Nederland Lions Club as well as several other groups aimed for senior citizens, and in his spare time enjoyed gardening, fishing, and photography. Lillian Marie Ingraham died at the age of ninety-one on September 2, 2009 in Boulder. Gini’s brother Raymond Charles Ingraham passed away suddenly at the age of sixty-four on June 20, 2013; her sister Margaret Jean (Peg) Craven died at the age of seventy-nine on September 9, 2024, in Fort Lupton, Colorado.

Gini Ingraham from the 1968 Fairview High School yearbook.

Gini Ingraham from the 1970 Fairview High School yearbook.

Gini Ingraham from the 1969 Fairview High School yearbook.

Gini standing next to some of her artwork.

Gini and Bob McNair’s bio’s on her Etsy page.

The ‘About Me’ portion on Gini’s Etsy page.

The heading from the McNair Studio page on Etsy.

The outside window of Doghouse Espresso in Delta, Colorado.

The inside of ‘Doghouse Espresso’ located at 449 Main Street in Delta Colorado.

Virginia listed in those second graders that made the honor role published in Press and Sun-Bulletin on July 31, 1955.

A newspaper clipping about an opening reception for the creative works of Gini McNair published in The Daily Sentinel on October 1, 1986.

A newspaper clipping about Bob and Gini McNair being artists in residence at Main Street Gallery in Cedaredge published in The Daily Sentinel on February 19, 1993

Ted Bundy’s whereabouts according to the ‘1992 FBI TB Multiagency Report.’

Lowell Ingraham’s obituary published in The Daily Sentinel on March 10, 1990.

Lowell Ingraham’s obituary published in The Press and Sun-Bulletin on March 15, 1990.

A plaque created in loving memory of Lilian Marie In Graham after her death in 2009.

Gini’s brother, Raymond Charles Ingraham.

Raymonds memorial information on his ‘FindAGrave’ page.

Margaret’s memorial information on her ‘FindAGrave’ page.

Kathleen Clara D’Olivo.

September 27, 2025November 21, 2025 ~ Another Bundy Blog. ~ Leave a comment

This is the second in a series about young women that were encountered by Ted Bundy on the Central Washington University campus in April 1974: Kathleen Clara D’Olivo was born on October 8, 1952 to Rinaldo and Elizabeth (nee Burk) D’Olivo in Tacoma WA. Rinaldo Anthony ‘Buzz’ D’Olivo was born on January 13, 1928 in Tacoma, and after graduating from Bellarmine Prep he served in the military during WWII; upon returning home he enrolled at Gonzaga University as a marketing major, and in 1974 he founded the company ‘Humdinger Fireworks.’ Kathy’s mother Elizabeth ‘Betty‘ Ann Burk was born on May 9, 1930 in Clare, Iowa. The couple were married on August 26, 1950 and went on to have three children together: Kathy, Douglas (b. 1954), and Rinaldo (b. 1956).

A traditional Italian beauty, Kathy was tall and slim, and stood at 5′ 9.5″ and weighed 125 pounds; she had hazel eyes and dark brown hair she wore long and parted down the middle. At the time of her encounter, she was living with a roommate in unit #21 at the Knissen Village Apartments located on 14th and ‘B’ Street.

On the evening of Wednesday, April 17, 1974, twenty-one-year-old D’Olivo dropped her roommate off near downtown Ellensburg and drove to CWU’s campus, arriving just after 8:00 PM; she parked her car in the lot next to the Hertz Music Hall (located kitty corner to the library) and went into the main entrance of the Bouillon Library. In an interview with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriff’s Department on March 1, 1975, Kathleen said that ‘it was a clear night. I don’t remember it being extremely cold or extremely warm.’ She also stated that she was certain she was wearing blue jeans but wasn’t 100% sure of the top she had on, however she thinks it was most likely a blazer. Kathy was wearing two rings (one of them being her engagement ring) and said that she may have also been wearing a bracelet; at the time she was using a navy-blue cross-body purse.

Kathy stayed on the second floor of the library until around 10 PM, studying in an area known as the curriculum laboratory (don’t forget this location, I’m going to bring it up again later). But when she saw the clock nearing 10, she began gathering up her things, as it was time to head home and call her fiancé (a ritual she did every Wednesday at the same time). D’Olivo left the library same way she came in: through the front entrance. She then made a quick right and stepped off the concrete path and began making her way across the grass.

D’Olivo said that she ‘hadn’t quite gotten off the lawn, or sidewalk (wherever I was, I hadn’t reached the main mall stretch) when I heard something behind me. It sounded like something following me, it didn’t startle me or anything, it wasn’t a loud noise and I turned around and there was a man dropping books, he was squatting, trying to pick up the books and packages was what he was doing and so I noticed that he had a sling on one arm, and a hand brace on the other. I didn’t really notice it at the time, I just noticed that he was unable to pick up that many things and I assumed that he was going into the library. I went over and said, ‘do you need help?’ He said, ‘Ya, could you?,’ or something to that affect. So I picked up what to me felt like a bicycle backpack, it was nylon material, kind of.’ Kathy later clarified that he had his right arm in a sling but had metal braces on fingers of both hands, specifically the type that were used on broken fingers.

Kathleen told Detective Keppel that she wasn’t sure what was in the backpack, but it felt like books, and he also had with him ‘some packages, three boxes that were small, not large. I think they were wrapped in parcel post, or brown paper bag-type thing and I think some of them had string ties on them, you know, like… I’m almost sure on that, but at any rate, I picked up the bag that I thought had books in it, the knapsack type bag, and he picked up the packages.’

When Detective Keppel asked Kathy where she thought he was taking her as they began their walk, she replied ‘I thought he was going in the library. He was headed that way, so I thought that’s where he was going. But that same sidewalk actually leads up over a little bridge that runs alongside the library, it’s just short bridge that goes over a pond (man-made pond) and that’s actually the direction that he was going in, but its right next to the library and the same sidewalk will angle off to go into the library so that’s where I thought he was going. We started walking and when we came to the bridge, it was obvious that he wasn’t turning off to go to the library, and I said wait a minute, you know, where are we going? He said, ‘oh my car is just parked right over here.‘ I said okay, or didn’t make any motion, but at the same time I know what I was carrying which I thought was books, or felt like books, was very heavy, and the way I was carrying them, I knew I could protect myself with it if the need arose.’

But instead of continuing on the pathway to the Library, the man started walking across the bridge, which immediately threw up a red flag for D’Olivo, and she said to him, ‘well, wait a minute, were are you going?’ He said, ‘well my cars just over here.’ I said, ‘okay,’ so we started walking across the bridge and we were maybe a quarter the way across the bridge and he began telling me about his ski injuries and that conversation took us up to by the other side of the bridge and a little ways beyond that, and then I asked him again, ‘well, where’s your car?’ I expected it to be parked on the street that’s right behind the library. He said, ‘oh, its just right here.’ Then we walked under the trestle to the right there, and it was just barely down that dark stretch.’ She said at that time she ‘assessed the situation,’ and said she ‘was extremely cautious while with him. I never gave him the opportunity of walking behind me.’

When Detective Keppel asked Kathleen what the man looked like, she said he ‘was no taller than I am, possibly, he could have been a few inches taller, maybe 6’ but absolutely not taller than 6’… I don’t remember thinking that he was a lot shorter than I, nor a lot taller. I would say he was probably around my height. He had brown, light brown kind of shaggy hair, no real style, no real cut, cut kind of long and shaggy. He was thin and his face is a blur to me. I don’t remember his features at all. I don’t really recall if he had a mustache or not. I picture him in my mind both ways, one with and without one. The same thing about glasses: in one thought in my mind, I picture him with wire rims, and another I don’t. I don’t really know. He was dressed kind of sloppily, not real grubby, but nothing outstanding.’

When asked about the condition of his arms, D’Olivo said ‘his left arm was in a sling, no cast, no plaster of Paris cast I know that, but it was in a sling. His right arm had like a hard brace, or finger brace.’ … ‘I think it was metal. He had bandages wrapped around it. It was supporting his fingers. I’m not sure if his arm that was in a sling was wrapped, but I think that it was. He told me that he had hurt it skiing. He’d run into a tree or something and bent his fingers back, and dislocated his shoulder (or did something to his shoulder).’ She clarified that he did not tell her where the accident happened.

When Keppel asked her if the man ever showed signs of being in any sort of pain from his injury, D’Olivo said that ‘he may have mentioned that he was in pain, maybe once, but he didn’t make a real big deal out of it; it was just so obvious that he was helpless that he’d have to be in pain, that’s the way it appeared to me, anyway. He told me that he’d been in an accident (ski) and this is what happened, and the way he was bandaged up it all made sense, the sling on his arms and shoulder, etc.’

Additionally, she recalled that he was soft spoken, and was dressed ‘sloppily, not real grubby, but nothing outstanding,’ and may have worn jeans with a wrinkled shirt, with ‘the tail hanging out.’ When asked if she recalled what the man was wearing, and if he had on for instance a short or jacket she said, ‘it seems to me that he had a shirt on, like a sport shirt, it was very sloppy or wrinkly looking. It seems to me he had a shirt-tail hanging out. I mean, intentionally hanging out, wearing it on the other side of his pants. I don’t remember what type of pants he had on, just all-around kind of grubby, like jeans or something like that.’

Kathy said that the strangers car was parked on 10th Street, and as they got closer to it she noticed that it was a ‘no parking’ area on the outskirts of campus and was in a secluded, dimly lit area that was ‘not well travelled.’ During their walk, D’Olivo said he talked about how much pain he w as in, and as they went under the railroad trestle, she said that she could vaguely make out the shape of a VW Bug in the distance that was parked to the right of the large trestle: ‘it was a dark road. There were no streetlights on that road … but it wasn’t completely black.’ This would make sense, as the only light available to them was from the library and an adjacent building, both of which were a fair distance away.’

When they got to the car, Kathy said that she ‘set the pack down, well first of all, he went to unlock the door on the passenger side, which is the inside… I mean, the car was parked right next to a log and there was room between it for a person, and he went to unlock the car on the passengers side, and I set down the package (the pack) that I had been carrying and leaned it against the log and I think I said goodbye… anyways, my thought was well, I had done my deed and I was going to leave, and then he was supposedly unlocking the car and he dropped the key; then he felt for the key with his right hand and he couldn’t find it apparently and he said, ‘do you think you could find it for me because I can’t feel with this thing on my hand (meaning the brace on his right hand. I was cautious this time, I mean, even while we were walking I thought well, I’m not going to let him get behind me, I’m going to keep an eye on him, I’ve got these heavy books and I can use them. But I didn’t want to bend over in front of him so I said, lets step back and see if we can see the reflection in the light, so we stepped behind the car, kind of behind the car to the side, and I squatted down and luckily I did see the reflection of the key in the light so I picked up the key and dropped them in his hand and I said goodbye and good luck, or something with your arms, or something to that effect, and that was the end of the conversation.’ She also said that the lack of light made the VW appear shiny and brown in color and that it appeared to be in good shape (which we know isn’t exactly true), and as far as Kathy could remember it did not have a ski rack on top of it.

When Detective Keppel asked D’Olivo if she thought the man’s intentions were sincere, she told him, ‘yes, I did… Ya, and I thought he was just going into the library, it was just a short distance and her really did need help and I thought I could help him.’ She also said that nothing seemed unusual about his car when she was asked, and about it said: ‘it looked, just very normal, like any VW on the street.’ … ‘All I really noticed was that it was a nice VW, it was in good shape. And it was shiny.’

When Detective Keppel asked Kathy if she happened to notice if the VW’s front seat was missing on the passengers side, she replied that she ‘left before he opened the car. I didn’t notice it and I was right alongside the car on the passengers side. I think I would have if there had been a seat missing, but I can’t be certain on that, but it seemed all intact to me and in good shape.’ Like Jane Curtis, she said that the car had no particular odor associated with it, like cigarettes or marijuana smoke.

When asked if the man seemed disappointed when she left him, Kathleen said, ‘no, not at all. That’s why I wasn’t suspicious, because it was just a small thank you for helping me, was the attitude that I picked up anyway, and uh… he didn’t seem nervous that I was leaving. He didn’t say, ‘hey, do you need a ride home’ or ‘how ’bout a ride? or get in the car,’ or anything like that. So I still felt that it was on the up and up, and I was kind of mad at myself for even being suspicious.’ When asked if she remembered seeing him around campus (before and after the incident), she said: ‘there was nothing unique about him really that would. I may have seen him in a crows somewhere… I… his face… nothing about him was familiar to me. I don’t recall ever seeing him before.’ Kathleen also said that he was not ‘very appealing’ to her, and ‘he was shaggily, or sloppily, or however you want to say it, dressed and kind of scrawny looking. He didn’t appeal to me at all.’ Ms. D’Olivo further clarified that the stranger was not clean cut nor a hippy, but was ‘kind of weird looking, and when asked if he appeared to be athletic, she replied, ‘no, not at all. No, he just… he didn’t fit the stereotype in my mind of an athlete, or even a skier.’

Another young woman that may have had an encounter with Ted Bundy on Central Washington University’s campus is Jane Marie Curtis: at first I believed Jane’s encounter took place earlier in the same evening that Sue Rancourt was abducted (because that’s the date that was given in everything I’ve read about her), but after reading her interview with Detective Keppel I learned it actually took place on a Sunday evening, most likely on April 14, 1974 or April 21, 1974. Like Kathleen, Curtis had been spending time at the Curriculum Lab at CWU and ‘ran into’ Bundy as she was walking out of the main entrance at the Bouillon Library. She said he used the same ruse that he did with D’Olivo: he had been in a skiing accident and needed help carrying some heavy books to his car, as his arm was in a (poorly made) sling. Like Kathy, Curtis was lucky and managed to leave Bundy alive.

Kathy D’Olivo and Jane Curtis were both able to escape with their lives, but unfortunately Susan Rancourt was not so fortunate: later in the evening on April 17, 1974 around 10/10:30 PM Bundy stumbled upon the pretty young Biology major as she left a meeting about becoming an RA the following school year. After the meeting she had plans to see a German film with a friend but she never made it, and it didn’t take long for her friends and family to become worried, and by 3:00 AM her roommate Diana Pitt called the dorm manager, saying: ‘I got worried she wasn’t back.’ Parts of Rancourt’s skeleton were discovered in Taylor Mountain in March 1975 after two forestry students uncovered multiple sets of human remains; after combing the area, the King County Sheriff’s Department discovered four skulls in total as well as an assortment of other human bones.

In addition to Sue Rancourt, forensic experts were able to determine that the remains belonged to University of Washington coed Lynda Ann Healy, University of Oregon student Roberta Parks, and twenty-two-year-old loner Brenda Carol Ball. Later in the same day that Sue’s skull was identified, the King County ME took X-rays of her skull and mailed them special delivery to her dentist in Alaska, who confirmed it was her. According to CWU’s Police Chief Al Pickles: ‘there were several points of identification that made us almost sure the skull was Rancourt’s. This switches the case from a missing person to a homicide.’

Elizabeth D’Olivo passed away at the age of sixty-eight on March 15, 1999 in Mexico. According to her obituary, Betty was a member of St. Charles Borromeo Church and her life revolved around her friends and family, and she especially loved her four grandchildren. Kathy’s father Rinaldo passed away at the age of eighty on November 22, 2008 in their winter home in San Carlos, Mexico. According to his obit, he continued working in his family’s fireworks company until his time of his death. Kathy’s brother Ron died at the age of fifty-four on March 10, 2011 after a prolonged battle with lung disease. Douglas D’Olivo is currently a seventy-one-year-old resident of University Place, WA. Kathleen and David are still married and reside in University Place, WA; they have two grown daughters together: Amy and Emily.

Kathy D’Olivo’s junior year picture from the 1971 Aquinas Academy yearbook.

A newspaper clipping about Kathleen being the flower girl in her aunts wedding published in The News Tribune on August 17, 1958.

A newspaper clipping about Kathleen being a child model published in The News Tribune on March 1, 1959.

A picture of Kathy from high school published in The News Tribune on May 9, 1970.

Kathleen’s engagement announcement to David H. Swisher published in The Olympian on September 16, 1973.

Kathy’s name in a list of graduates from CWU published in The Kitsap Sun on May 23, 1974.

Kathleen and David’s names are listed on the ‘intent to wed’ list published in The News Tribune on August 7, 1974.

According to her obituary, Betty was a member of the St. Charles Borromeo Church — Kathleen’s marriage announcement published in The Olympian on August 25, 1974.

A picture taken in 1964 of the Curriculum Lab at Central Washington University in Ellensburg, WA (the name was changed to the the James E. Brooks Library in 2003).

The route from Ted’s residence at the Rogers Rooming House in Seattle to the CWU Library.

The first page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The second page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The third page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

About where the mans car was parked she said 'we walked across the bridge then to the edge of... I don't recall the name of the street, but it runs up the campus, kind of an alley street. It's not a real well traveled street. THen under the railroad trestle and then his car was parked in the front right under the trestle there, it was a dark road. There were no street lights on that road. But his car wasn't parked so far down that it was completely black.' — The fourth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The fifth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The sixth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The seventh page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The eighth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The ninth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The tenth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The eleventh page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The twelfth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The thirteenth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The fourteenth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

The fifteenth page of an interview Kathleen had with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriffs Department.

A letter from Walt Stout of the Pierce County Sheriffs Department to Officer Cheryl Schmeizer of the CWU police department about Kathleen D’Olivo dated July 31, 1974.

A statement from Kathleen to the Pierce County Sheriffs Department.

The only thing I could find about a fourth possible encounter Bundy had with a coed on the campus of Central Washington University, screenshot courtesy of thetruecrimedatabase.com. This stories shares a lot of parallels with Jane Curtis’ encounter with Bundy, so I’m not sure how accurate this is.

Mr. Rinaldo D’Olivo from the 1948 Bellarmine High School yearbook.

A picture of Kathy’s father from the 1946 Bellarmine High School yearbook.

The announcement of Kathleen’s parents engagement published in The News Tribune on June 17, 1949.

An article about the wedding of Kathleen’s parents published in The News Tribune on September 3, 1950.

David Swisher from the 1968 Olympia High School yearbook.

Doug D’Olivo in the 1971 Bellarmine Preparatory School yearbook.

David Swisher from the Olympia High School-WW Miller High School yearbook.

rinaldo — David Swisher in a list of CWU students that lived in Olympia that got a 4.0 GPA at CWU published in The Olympian on June 27, 1973.

Kathy’s brother Doug’s marriage announcement published in The News Tribune on October 16, 1983.

A newspaper clipping that mentions Kathy’s brother Doug and he fathers business, Humdinger Fireworks, published in The Daily Herald on July 4, 1985.

Kathy’s uncles obituary that mentions her published in The News Tribune on January 15, 1997.

Kathy’s mother’s obituary published in The News Tribune on March 22, 1999.

Kathleen’s dads obituary, which was published in The News Tribune on November 29, 2008.

Rinaldo A. D’Olivo, Kathy’s brother. According to his obituary, he also graduated from Central Washington University.

Kathy’s brother Rons obituary, published in News Tribune on March 16, 2011.

An advertisement for Humdinger Fireworks.

Jane Marie Curtis-Bjork.*

September 25, 2025December 5, 2025 ~ Another Bundy Blog. ~ 2 Comments

Jane Marie Curtis was born in Washington state in 1953, and grew up in Edmonds; she graduated from Bellevue High School in 1971 and during her time there she participated in multiple clubs and organizations, including ‘Girls Club,’ the Big Sister Picnic, Mother-Daughter Tea, Homecoming Committee, the Chowder Bowl, Spades, and Ski Club. After Curtis graduated from high school she enrolled at Central Washington University, and while there she was a sorority sister and in April 1974 she lived in the dormitories on campus, specifically at ‘Walnut North #46.’

At the time of her encounter with Bundy, Jane was a twenty-one-year-old student at CWU and stood at 5’6″ tall (one report listed her height as 5’8”) and weighed 140 pounds; she had hazel eyes (although one source said they were green), and had ‘washed out blonde hair’ that she wore at her shoulders.

Most websites and articles about Jane’s run-in with Ted claim that she encountered him earlier in the evening on April 17, 1974 (which is earlier in the evening before Sue Rancourt was abducted), but after reading her interview with Detective Robert Keppel of the King County Sheriff’s Department, I learned that it actually took place on a Sunday, (either on April 14, 1974 or April 21,1974) after she left her job at the Curriculum Lab at the James E. Brooks Library at campus, sometime between 8:30 and 9 PM. She worked ten hours a week on the second floor, and upon leaving her POE she walked out of the front door, and shortly after was approached by a young man that was ‘carrying a huge stack of books, like about eight or nine books, and he had a cast* on his left arm as I recalled earlier. But he was carrying these books and all of a sudden he just kinda drops them, right in the direction I was walking in, so I just more or less… offered assistance. I said, ‘gee, well it looks like you have quite a load, would you like some help?’ so I helped him pick up the book, no big deal, cause he didn’t act like, uh, he acted like a very nice person. So I said, ‘do you need any help?’ He said that he could, so I…’ Curtis clarified that he did carry a few of his books, but she carried the majority of them and they were all hardcover. Jane also said that she remembered the man was a bit ‘shorter than she was,’ because she happened to have on platform shoes that day that placed her at around 5’9″. *One sources says that Bundy was using crutches when he approached Curtis, but she never mentioned it in her interviews with LE.

Curtis said the man was wearing a dark colored stocking hat that ‘went up’ on his head and that his ‘hippie clothes’ were on the blackish side and he also had on a long, ‘grubby’ coat. She also stated that he had dark hair and that ‘everything about him was lacking color:’ ‘no outstanding colors like red or yellow.’ She said where she was certain he had no beard or mustache she wasn’t completely certain if he wore glasses or not, as he looked at her ‘strangely,’ and his eyes looked: ‘weird. That’s one thing I remembered, but I can’t remember whether he had glasses on or not.’ In regard to what hand the cast was on, she said it would have been his left hand because when they were walking it was on (…) side, so it would have been his left hand because his fingers were in my direction because I noticed that there was on one of his fingers some metal, kind of a metal type cast on his fingers, silver, splint-like.‘ When Curtis asked the stranger how the injury happened, he said it was from a skiing injury but was reluctant to say much else on it, and after she suggested ‘Crystal Mountain’ as where the accident took place he immediately responded, ‘yes, that’s where it happened, and he elaborated that he ‘ran into a tree up there.’ She commented that he didn’t strike her as the skiing type, and that he didn’t appear to her to be much of an athlete; she also said she thought the scenario could have possibly happened, but she felt it was highly unlikely.

When Detective Keppel asked Jane if the man was skinny, she said no but that his ‘coat was big, kinda bulky looking, slouched over.’ She also said he didn’t appear to be in any pain from his injury and his arm only seemed to hurt when she started to allude that she didn’t want to further help him, or get in his car: ‘the only thing, only the times when he needed help, like when I said I was leaving, when I approached the car, then he wanted me to get in, then all of a sudden he started, like, ‘ohhhh my arm,’ he went on about his arm hurting him, and he said don’t forget I have a broken arm, you feel sorry for me… get in…’

When Keppel asked Curtis what the man’s sling looked like, she said that ‘it looked like, when I was at Western I was in a cast for several months, and it looked like, it wasn’t hard… not the plaster. It looked like the wrapping of gauze-type.‘ … ‘It was white, with white wrapping. It was completely around his fingers, across here, around this thumb and up his arm, but he had his coat up. The coat was over it, but only part way up so you could see it. Then he had that metal thing on his finger, it looks like maybe it was something you could do yourself.’ Curtis told the detective that it was unusual to her that he would have a broken arm and not have a real cast on it: ‘because I had the gauze on before the swelling went down, then they put a hard cast on me. It looked like something that anybody could do if they wanted to. I just sorta glanced at it, but it didn’t look like a professional job. That little metal thing over his finger looked like it was just taped on.’

As they approached the car, Bundy told her to open it up, and after she replied ‘what?’ he handed her his car keys, to which she refused and told him no. When they arrived at the VW, the car was locked, and after he unlocked and opened the door, she peered inside of it and immediately noticed that there was no passenger seat: ‘it was simply gone, with nothing in its place.’ She said the man ‘wasn’t saying anything, and after he opened the door he said, ‘get in,’ to which she said ‘what,’ then he quickly said, ‘ohhhh, could you get in and start the car for me?’ I said, I can’t.’ So he was wincing at the time about his arm.’ When pressed about what was inside of the car, Curtis said there was a ‘square box in the back, way in the back in a cubby hole behind the back seat. There was something back there, but there was nothing unusual that struck me except the whole passengers seat was gone.’ Jane said that the car was for the most part non-descript and had no CWU stickers on it.

Curtis told Detective Keppel that the man never touched her and he ‘probably more or less just wanted me to feel sorry, and get in, and I just dropped his books after he told me that and I took off.’ When she turned around and left him she didn’t run, and only briskly walked away and he didn’t chase or come after her and she just went back to her on-campus apartment; she also said that as she was running away from him she never heard him start his car.

Curtis said the car was yellow in color and didn’t seem to have any particular smell, like he had been smoking in it, andthat it had been parked in a ‘no parking area,’ because it was in an spot that ‘went around a curve, and right in there there’s a road and it has the block-wooden blocks, and there’s a parking lot area for the tickers for the lower dorm, then right around the corner there’s kind of a high grass and ditch.’

At the end of the interview with Detective Keppel, Curtis said that the man told her to: ‘start the car for me, I remembered that. First of all, he told me to get in, I said what, then he went through his little pain bit, and said get in and start the car for me because I can’t. He said because of his arm he couldn’t start it. He wanted me to start it for him.’ She also clarified that the ignition on the VW was on the left hand side.

At around 8 PM on April 17, 1974 (which was about two hours before Sue Rancourt went missing) CWU student named Kathleen D’Olovio reported to police that she was approached by a man using the same ruse as Jane Curtis: he had his arm in a sling and was looking for some help carrying some books to his car. D’Oloviosaidwhen they reached his Volkswagen, the man dropped his keys and asked her for some help finding them, but her suspicions were raised after she noticed the cast on his arm didn’t look as if a medical professional put it on. Wisely, instead of bending over to look for the keys she suggested they look for them using the reflection from a car’s lights: once she found them she immediately snatched them up, tossed them at Bundy then quickly got out of there, an act that most likely saved her life. This most likely threw Ted off, as he was most likely hoping she would lean over so he would have had a good angle to bash her over the head from behind with a crowbar (or tire iron), and she was able to get away unharmed.

As we all know, after the failed abduction of both Jane Curtis and Kathleen D ‘Olivo Ted went on to find a victim in Sue Rancourt, who was last seen around 10 PM on April 17, 1974 leaving a meeting of ‘The Living Group Advisors’ at 9:30 PM in Munson Hall about possibly being an RA the following year (which would have helped her save in tuition costs).

* In November 2025 I received an email from Jane asking me to take the post down, and where I did spend a lot of time thinking about what to do I ultimately decided to take all of the personal details out, but leave the Bundy related information.

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