Sue Julsen's Blog
June 4, 2016
I hope you'll enjoy the Revenge Series featured here as much as I enjoyed writing it. **NOTE: Although inspired from true events, these three stories are 95% pure fiction.
A TOWN TERRORIZED…FAMILY SECRETS…YEARS OF LIES UNFOLDING…
Imagine a quiet, peaceful little town turned upside-down when friends and neighbors are being brutally murdered in their own homes, many in their own beds.
Their new police chief, Henry Frye, knows in his gut it’s the gang of hoodlums who moved into the big house on the hill, but he has no proof. All he wanted when he accepted the job was to move his family to a nice small town and raise Sarah, his niece, in a safe place, hoping his wife would come to love Sarah and be a good mother for her. But his wife hates the little girl and takes her anger out on innocent little Sarah every chance she gets.
Sarah has problems at school while trying to deal with the aunt who hates her, and she’s still having terrifying nightmares. Henry, missing the mistress he’d left behind, is dealing with murders all over town, but Sarah’s nightmares sends him to San Quentin prison to talk to Sarah’s father, hoping to find answers that have been bothering him since the day Sarah came home after a six year kidnapping by her father. He hopes any answers he hears, he can live with…
HAUNTING MEMORIES…SECRETS…LIES…A SERIAL KILLER STALKING…
Cutter's story introduces a man believing he has amnesia, when in reality he suffers from a multiple personality disorder.
Henry Frye is at his wits end after numerous men and women vanish from small area towns, then one of his own officers’ turns up missing.
He fears his days as police chief are nearing an end; that the town will lose faith in him since he’s already had so many of his townsfolk murdered, and now, what appears to be another serial killer in the mist. He doesn’t know the serial killer will soon be stalking his own backyard.
At least things are getting better with his niece Sarah, or so he thinks. With a new mistress in his life, he has buried his head in the sand and avoids going home unless absolutely necessary, afraid of what he might learn if he does go home.
But, when years of lies from the past threaten to destroy him, he goes to the knoll where he scattered his dead mistress’s ashes and talks to her. He then goes home to talk to his new mistress and to Sarah, the two women who mean the world to him, praying Sarah can forgive him when she learns the truth…
TERROR STRIKES THE QUIET LITTLE TOWN ONCE AGAIN....
Five years after the death of Stan “Cutter” Clark, the worst serial killer the town has ever known, residents in Munday, Texas are still trying to cope with nightmares of the morbid acts that occurred in Clark’s basement.
When Elaine Miller, a dynamic new real estate agent moves to Munday, she ignites fury, ignoring the town’s pleas, and sells the house the town believes is evil.
Greg Larkson, the new owner of Clark’s home, holds a dark secret that could change the town and Elaine Miller’s life, forever...
ENTER THE TWISTED MINDS OF THE REVENGE SERIES......IF YOU DARE!
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May 3, 2016
For those who have read my story you know what I'm talking about. For those who haven't read my books I'll fill you in a little bit.
I was kidnapped from my bed in the middle of the night when I was 3 years old by my father. He told me we were going on a trip, and this made me so excited. But, it wasn't just a trip. No, for the next 6 years I lived a life on the run from the people who loved me and from the police.
I didn't know my father had kidnapped me. I didn't know how cruel this man who claimed to love me really was.
But that changed real quick. The confusion started the night he took me from my bed. The fear started shortly after. The abuse I suffered at his hand and the hands of others along the way was horrific.
This man — my father — hurt me time and again. He allowed others to hurt me. The fear was so intense I split into other personalities in order to survive.
It was these alters who saved me. If not for them I know I would have died before my fourth birthday.
To learn more about my story you can read Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival and Drowning In Memories.
But, back to the purpose of this blog post.
The first birthday celebrated occurred when I was ten years old. I don't remember anything about that day, other than not knowing what we were celebrating.
I'd never had a "special" day. I'd never had a birthday cake. All I'd known was fear and abuse.
Today I think back on those terrifying years and I wonder how many other little kids are living a life of abuse, scared to death of the people who say, "I love you."
It's not fair for a child to live this way. It's not fair for a child to not know what love is. It's not fair for a child to go to bed hungry. Life is not fair for a child living a life of abuse.
As an adult I look back and I survived. But how many more little kids are still suffering?
The simple answer is too many! Even one child living with abuse is too many! Yet, child abuse remains a national epidemic.
So many people know abuse exists, yet they want to ignore it. They want to pretend they can look the other way and this will make the abuse not exist.
This is living in a world of denial. It's a world of fantasy.
If just one person who saw me — a scared, dirty little kid in the back seat of a car all alone — had called the police I wouldn't have lived those years scared, hungry and abused. No, I could have been found and returned home to my mother and grandparents. The people who really did love me. People who knew what love was. My father never knew the meaning of love. He only knew his own desires and needs. My father was cruel, yet for years I still loved him.
I feared my father, but yes, I loved him. He was my father, after all. I didn't want to believe he would do things to hurt me, to lie to me over and over again. I was just a little kid hanging onto the only person I knew. The only person who sometimes fed me — if it served his needs.
I know there are hundreds, maybe thousands of little kids still suffering today. There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of little kids who have never had a birthday cake. Who have never felt a loving hand or a hug.
Child abuse is not fair to our children, but it does exist! And this abuse, for the ones who survive, never leaves them. The past always has a way of rearing it's ugly monster head when we least expect it.
Please think of the children who are suffering. Think of what you can do to help these kids. Don't bury your head in the sand and pretend abuse doesn't exist.
If you see a child being mistreated....if you suspect a child is being abused in any way, please, make that phone call. Tell the police or child services. YOU can make a difference in a child's life. YOU can step up and help change this national epidemic.
The child can't do this.....only YOU can! Remember.....the child is scared. The child has probably been told if he or she tells anyone about what's happening they will be hurt worse, or someone they love will be hurt or killed.
A child deserves to be loved and nurtured. A child deserves that one special day each year to be treated like a king or queen. A child deserves a birthday cake, a party, or at least some recognition that on this day of the month they were born and they are wanted and loved for who they are.
A cake may seem like nothing much to some people. But to a child, knowing that cake was made (or bought) just for him or her, means so much.
To a child this little sentiment can mean he or she MATTERS.
You can read my story......and it's not a feel good story......it's a life of extreme abuse....but it's also a story of survival, with the help of what some may say were imaginary friends......and maybe they were, but it was my life and without them I know I wouldn't be here today writing this blog, pleading with everyone to get involved. Pleading with society to protect our children — many who suffer at the hands of a loved one. It's not always a stranger who abducts, abuses and kills children.
It could be your next door neighbor. It could be a member of your own family. It could be your friend....but to the child these people are not friends. They are people who lie and hurt, and yes, sometimes kill an innocent child.
Make a difference.....stop hiding from what is right in front of your face so many times. MAKE THAT ONE PHONE CALL TO SAVE A CHILD FROM A LIFETIME OF HURT, PAIN, SHAME, AND A PAST THAT WILL NEVER LEAVE.
I am a true crime, memoir, and crime fiction author. Most of my books are based on true events from my own life, or from stories shared by my friends. Some are heartbreaking, others are heartwarming. You can see all my books on my website.
April 5, 2016
When taken from my bed, then being told we were going on a trip, I was so excited. But, as he carried me out to the car—that he'd left running—I began to get scared, but I didn't know why. I was with my Daddy, after all. And Daddy wouldn't do anything to hurt me...would he?
As he slowly drove away from the house I felt something was wrong. It wasn't until he neared the highway and told me to lie down and go back to sleep that I remembered my doll Judy. He'd picked me up so quickly that I'd left Judy, my best friend in the whole world, on my bed. I cried for him to go back to the house. I begged him to go back for Judy but Daddy only yelled and again told me to lie down and go to sleep.
But how could I sleep without Judy? I'd never been without her since my second birthday when Daddy had given her to me.
I continued to cry and begged him again to go back but he became so furious. With fire in his eyes he turned around in the car seat and told me to shut up about the damn doll.
When I couldn't stop crying he threatened me, saying if he had to pull the car over to the side of the road he would give me something to cry about.
It was then that I knew something else was wrong. Terribly wrong. Daddy had never hit me or yelled at me before. He was acting so mean and I truly believed I would be very sorry if he stopped the car.
I also thought, by the way he was acting, he didn't love me anymore. But how could that be? He was taking me on a trip, wasn't he?
As night turned to day and back to night again I began to wonder if I'd ever see my home again, my grandparents, or even my mother.
I felt so lost. So scared. So alone. What would I do if I lost Daddy? I had to stop making him mad at me! I worshiped Daddy. It was my fault he got mad and yelled at me. I thought: All I have to do is be a good girl and everything will be okay.
But everything wasn't okay. Nothing would ever be okay again...I didn't know how my life was going to change—forever...
You can read my full story of abduction, fear, abuse, and survival in Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival.
I am a true crime, memoir, and crime fiction author. Most of my books are based on true events from my own life, or from stories shared by my friends. Some are heartbreaking, others are heartwarming. Visit my website for all my books with links to order in various formats.
March 11, 2016
Three years later Vince decides he wants his daughter for the day to celebrate her third birthday that, like her other birthdays, he missed. Carla has reservations, but wanting Megan to know her father, she allows Vince to take Megan home.
He locks Megan inside a large dog crate, ignoring the child all day, then takes off to the bar with friends. When time comes to take Megan home, driving intoxicated, he has an auto accident, leaving the little girl seriously injured and in a coma. Megan survives, but she now walks with a significant limp and her learning abilities are slower.
At six years old, possessing wisdom beyond her years, Megan surprises her mother time and again by her logic, and her determination to not let her disability get her down. Learning from her daughter, Carla once again believes love does exist, then with Megan playing matchmaker, Carla finds true love with her daughter’s doctor, a man who is no stranger to discrimination. Megan keeps the family strong, continuing to teach her mother and new father valuable life lessons.
Please visit my website to see all my books with links to order in the desired format.
March 3, 2016
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February 15, 2016
Today I am a true crime, memoir and crime fiction writer with eleven books currently published.
Most of my books are based on true events from my own life, or from stories shared by my friends.
Some of my books are heartbreaking, others are heartwarming. However, no matter what I write, I always write from the heart giving my readers stories filled with genuine emotion.
To see all my books please visit my website.
January 26, 2016
Some of my books are heartbreaking, others are heartwarming but, no matter what I write, I always write from the heart.
In the true stories I put myself in the shoes of others who share their stories with me. I try to feel what they felt, and in most cases this is easy since a lot of what I hear I experienced growing up.
In my true crime stories I also crawl inside the head of the characters — good and bad. I want to give my readers at least a glimpse of what could have been going through the minds of the people I investigate.
When I write crime fiction, after taking a deep breath, I delve into the mind of serial killers to present my readers a story that can make the hair on the neck stand on end.
My inspirational fiction stories are a mixture of truth and fiction, taking information known about others. Some may be friends from childhood, some just people I observe, learning bits and pieces of their lives, filling in the blanks with pure but believable fiction.
Of course not everyone will like all of my books, and this is okay. However, for the ones who do like what I write and my style of writing, I can promise you stories filled with heart, excitement and passion.
You can see all my books on my website.
January 6, 2016
If I knew years ago what I know today, I could have titled my book, Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival....My Father Was A Serial Killer. Not something I'd like to have included on a resume! However, most of my life, from earlier memories after my abduction, I suspected my father had killed numerous women over the years....26 women to be exact — that I now know of.
Read Bitter Memories and Drowning In Memories to learn the full story. See if you have the same suspicions I had for so many years.
NOTE: Bitter Memories is not for the faint of heart. It contains explicit language and sexual content, but this was my life as I remember it. With help from nightmares, many pieces of the puzzle were eventually filled in. Go to the website and pick up you copies today!
Go to my website to check out these book and my other books!
December 12, 2015
There are several books in the Memories Series. The following gives just a glimpse of two of these books.
Kidnapped by my own father at age three, then abused by many, this book tells the story of my fight to survive in a world of mean and cruel adults who tried to destroy me.
Drowning In Memories continues the story beyond those early memories. I didn't want to continue being a victim, but the choices I made were not always the best. For years my poor choices made me feel like a victim. And in many ways I still was.
I felt I was drowning, constantly looking for love in all the wrong places with all the wrong people. But as time passed and life did not improve, I finally had to face my past. I had to deal with the scars of abuse to move forward. I had to learn how to live the life of a survivor, not a victim. During this journey all memories were not bad.
To learn my full story I hope you pick up your copy soon! Here's the link to my website where you can learn more, watch some videos, and find links to Amazon and/or CreateSpace to order your choice of format.
November 19, 2015
Kidnapped at age three by my own father, if I knew years ago what I know today, I could have titled my book, Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival....My Father Was A Serial Killer.
Certainly not something I'd like to have included on a resume, however, from earlier memories, most of my life I suspected my father had killed numerous women over the years. Maybe more than 26 women....
Read Bitter Memories and Drowning In Memories to learn the full story. See if you have the same suspicions I had for so many years.
NOTE: Bitter Memories is not for the faint of heart. It contains explicit language and sexual content, but this was my life as I remember it. With help from terrifying nightmares many pieces of the puzzle were eventually filled in.
Go to the website and pick up your copies today! Learn from my story...get involved if you think or know a child is being abused...don't sit on the sidelines and wait for someone else to make that call to the police or Child Protective Services.
YOU can make a difference in a child's life. YOU might be the only chance a child has to live a happy life.