It has become painfully obvious that, although
I want this to end -- for all of us to have closure regarding Mark's
disappearance -- the trail he left has raised too many unanswered
questions. Since the time I first published this site for Jen and
those close to Mark, new information continues to arrive from a
variety of sources.
In my last posted email, I refused to take the bait.
I said it would stop here. But it doesn't stop there. Not by any
stretch. This page will chronicle my findings and other resources
as I discover them. Some may have no connection to how or why Mark
vanished. Only time will tell.
A final note, for those of you like Sondra and Nathan
Condry, the truth is I don't yet know what to believe with this
But I know what I don't want to believe.
Jen called. She spoke with Boise police again yesterday, and they
have finally agreed to ship down the laptop. Once she gets it and
looks at it herself, she'll send it my way. If I find anything new,
I'll add it here.
Among the spam today I received this email, from someone who seems
to have stumbled upon the site:
subject: The House
Very interesting. If it's real, I have some information for
you. I don't know Mark but that won't matter once I send you this
link. Based on what I've researched, those who have figured out
what this "flytrap house" is, risk becoming its next
victim. Not everyone is eaten by it/them, maybe. Some may just
not be psychologically susceptible to it, the way some aren't
able to be hypnotized. But if you walk away knowing too much about
it, the house will get to you. Sooner or later (witness the Madsons).
Maybe you don't want to know anything else...
Well, regardless of how I feel about it, this site isn't for me.
So in case you read it here first, send me what you have and I'll
decide if I want to share it, MrParanoia. Also, don't expect me
to publish your messages to me ever again. I am not a PR firm.
After trading emails several times with MrParanoia, he finally sent
the link mentioned in the 10/17 email. Jen, I've read it already,
and I want you to treat it as a hoax, unless you get something in
the mail from a grocery store in Arizona. Call me when you've read
it and we'll talk. It's a LiveJournal site, which means to read
it chronilogically you need to scroll to the bottom of the page
and work your way up.
The journal author is (allegedly) a 16-year-old named Danielle Stephens.
is the link.
Jen, please call me back. I know it must be driving you crazy, but
do NOT go to Phoenix. Mark was never there, despite what the postmark
says on that box. The keys are just like the article about Andrew:
bait. Please, please don't do this. Send me the laptop and we'll
figure it out together, okay?
I wouldn't have to put this here if you'd answer your phone. I
know you visit this page regularly. Call me.
Lots of responses, I didn't expect this. Thank you for your support
(and your technical notes). At this time I cannot involve and will
not involve anyone else for a number of reasons. Please respect
my decision on this matter. I will keep the contact information
for the paranormal investigators, and I will continue to help those
close to Mark as best I can. Please, no more phone calls. Connie
is going out of her mind.
Sondra/Nathan: check your email. I finally heard back from the Sprint
PCS service rep today. No more account authorization hassles. He
said their records show (and have billed for) only 14 text messages
from Mark's phone on 9.21, the last one timestamped at 5:11. He's
sending me a copy of the logs, but I'm not sure if they'll do us
any good at this point.
Awaiting the laptop now.
I've been contacted by Diane M., who says she was friends with Lucy
Madson when she lived in Houston.
Hello Eric. A friend linked me to this site asking if this
was the same Lucy I knew when I lived in Sugar Land. After doing
some reading, I'm convinced it is. I had no idea what happened
to her after she and John moved.
Lucy and I met through a little book club some mutual friends
started up. We were both avid readers. Yes, she and John had all
sorts of unexplainable problems with that house. I remember seeing
some of them firsthand (like the leak). After reading about your
friend Mark, I stewed a bit, then called up my father. I often
talked with Lucy on AIM when she lived here, and thought maybe
some of those old dialogs would be of use to you, but they would've
been on my old PC which I gave to my dad, oh, a year ago.
I went over earlier tonight and dug through the program files
for any sign of my AIM chats with Lucy way back when. Dad had
removed a lot of stuff (he deletes things) but I did find a scrap
from Feb 99. It's the one I remembered; the one that made me curious to visit.
Note - I don't really think it's a supernatural thing, I'm more
prone to think Lucy had a sort of nervous breakdown, and "created"
or imagined traumatic moments in the house. The rest of it, like
your friend's experience, I can't explain. But I hope you find
The attachment wouldn't open, but hopefully Diane will try again.
Update: I got the chatlog and converted it to
HTML. I don't know if Diane is still using her screen name, or if
Lucy's is taken by a new user now, so to protect both from any unwarranted
IMs I've removed the numbers from the ends of their nicks. If there
are users with the nicks in this log, they are not the same people.
FYI. Here is the AIM chatlog.
Laptop arrived! There's a lot to sort through here, most notably
some pictures Mark must have downloaded from his camera phone. But
his laptop wasn't equipped with Photoshop or any other photo app,
so I can't see more than thumbnails. I'll move them to my hard drive
along with recent files and see what I can find. Also, it's crunch
time at the office, so I'll be working this weekend, FYI.
Maybe we all could use a little mental break from this.
Hooray for automated FTP uploading. If this sees publication, it
means I'm still not back from my trip to the neverending suburban
grid in the valley. Consider it a precautionary update. When I return
I will remove this link, since I can't stand sounding like some
sort of martyr, nor do I like to cause a panic. In the meantime,
in case it could wind up being important, I've been keeping
a personal blog on a remote host.
Don't worry about me, Connie. I'm sure I'll have quite a story
October 4, 2005
This is Connie. It has been nearly one year since Eric drove off and never came back. I don't know how to do HTML. I don't know if this is how Eric did things. I'll be doing good just to copy this page back onto the website.
What has happened in a year? A lot. Not enough. I don't have any answers, just a million questions.
Let's see. I met Jennifer and Rachel, who is Cam's girlfriend. The three of us still keep in touch. Legally, Eric (and Mark and Cam) are considered missing. That makes some things very hard on us.
What else. I have a mountain of files --- emails, letters, digital photos --- that may or may not have anything to do with their disappearance. Every time I tried to start in, I got overwhelmed. So last week, I hired someone to go through all of it for me and see if anything made sense.
The reason I'm finally learning this thing is that he has found one or two pieces to this puzzle, and I feel a responsibility to continue what my husband began.
This is a test post. Later this week, after I hear back from Jenny, I will post more information.
October 12, 2005
Well, for one reason or another, the new information has yet to be verified. So --- until I hear back from my the source I can't post the link. Now I get how hard this is. You never know who is on the other end of a modem.
Thanks for your patience. All three of you who are still reading.
October 14, 2005
Despite the fact that she just used her diary to lash out at me, instead of answering me privately, I will link to a LiveJournal by a woman who claims to know about what both Mark and Eric were investigating.
EDIT: OK I'm still figuring out the link thing. The blog of Loreen Mathers.
Hoping that works.