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Earlier this past spring, a national magazine asked Walden for an interview. His assignment was to go ghost hunting in Dayton and Virginia City, Nevada. The interview is scheduled to be released in late October 2005. In the meantime, reporter Anthony Ryan agreed to release the unedited material from his upcoming feature story exclusively on Walden’s website.

The first segment of the interview was recorded on Monday, June 20th, 2005 at 12:30 p.m. Walden had arrived in Reno on the afternoon of June 19th. Earlier that morning, he had done two astrological readings for clients in his hotel room. He and reporter Anthony Ryan had agreed that Walden’s three day interview would allow him the morning hours from 9:00 a.m. until 11:00 a.m. to do astrology readings for his local clients. After work, he would be escorted to various locations to ghost hunt specific buildings which were reputed to be haunted.

Unbeknownst to Walden, his first assignment would begin in Dayton, Nevada. As Ryan drove Walden towards his destination, he requested that Mr. Welch comment on any feelings or thoughts that came to his mind. A tape recorder was in operation at all times.

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“The Murder at Odeon Hall”

Dayton, Nevada
I drove the car as my psychic companion sat quietly beside me. His name is Walden Welch and he has the reputation of being one of the world’s most famous astrologers and psychics. He is a handsome man who is much younger-looking than I had expected him to be. I would estimate his height to be around five feet and eight inches. I had expected him to be taller and gray haired, but other than a distinguished-looking graying at the temples, his hair was dark brown and his skin nicely tanned.

Walden was very polite and friendly, but he had very little to say other than to answer the questions that I asked him. I was uncertain as to whether he was nervous or simply shy. As if he had read my thoughts, he startled me by breaking the silence and stating, “People always expect me to be very old and very tall and kind of vampire-ish looking. My appearance seems to disappoint them. I am five foot seven and one half inches tall. I’m still kind of boyish looking despite my age and I’m thin but well built and kind of think of myself as a humanoid E.T.”

Although I laughed at his personal description of himself, I could not help but feel uncomfortable, wondering if he had been reading my mind.

We were on our way to Virginia City, Nevada. Rather than climb the incredibly steep mountain road on the southeast side of Reno, I decided to take the longer, but less hazardous route through Carson City. Unbeknownst to Welch, I also had an ulterior motive in taking this route. I asked, “Walden, would you like to stop for a moment and have a bite to eat for lunch?”

“Sure. If you would,” he replied politely.

“There is a little town further down the road. Let’s find a place to eat there. Virginia City is apt to be overrun with tourists and it will be easier and quicker to grab a bite before getting there."

What Welch did not know was that my editor had secretly planned our luncheon stop. I was told to allow Walden his choice of two different restaurants in which to dine. Both restaurants were said to be haunted.

A few moments later, we pulled onto the main street of a dusty little community named Dayton. After I parked the car, I pointed first to an old rustic café named Mia’s Swiss Restaurant. A moment later, I pointed to Gold Canyon Steakhouse, which lay just across the lot.

“You choose which restaurant you would prefer,” I offered nonchalantly.

“I think this is part of the ghost hunt, isn’t it?” Welch asked with a suspicious look in his eye as we exited the car.

“Yes it is,” I answered, “Our ghost hunt begins here. I am not allowed to tell you anything other than the fact that the two restaurants I am asking you to choose between are both reported to be haunted.

Welch closed his eyes, took several deep breaths and then motioned me to be silent. I sensed that his psychic antenna was up as I watch his facial expressions. He opened his eyes and looked first at one building and then at the other.

“I would prefer eating at that one if you don’t mind,” he said as he pointed to Mia’s Restaurant. Before entering the café, he stood still and looked around slowly, appearing to observe every minute detail of his surroundings. A second later, the intensity of his eyes softened and appeared to become glazed and out of focus. His attention seemed to be re-directed a great distance from the place where we stood. I grabbed my tape recorder and checked it to be certain it was operating properly.

“What are you sensing?” I asked. Welch was staring intently at the building we were about to enter.

“Oh nothing,” he replied.

“Yes, you are. I can tell by the look in your eye that you sense something. What is it?” I asked again.

“I feel that a man died on the front porch of this building. He was shot through the head with a rifle and he died at the right side of the entrance door to the restaurant,” he replied. He had a very serious look on his face and then suddenly he smiled. His sudden change of mood startled me.

“Why the smile? You think that someone was murdered here and you find that amusing?” I asked, shocked by his change in behavior.

“No, I am not smiling about the murder. There is nothing funny about that. Much more pleasant thoughts just crossed my mind,” he replied.

“What thoughts?” I asked.

“It’s crazy!” he said with a laugh. “My thoughts don’t have anything to do with anything important at all. I would be too embarrassed to tell you what I am now thinking.”

“Please share your thoughts,” I urged. “You are supposed to tell me whatever it is you are thinking at all times during our investigation. That was our mutual agreement when you accepted this assignment.”

“Very well,” Welch replied, “If you must know, I was thinking about Marilyn Monroe.”

I must have looked dumbstruck by his reply, for he looked at me as if he were terribly confused and concerned by my reaction. By the expression on Welch’s face, I realized his comment about Monroe had been totally innocent and honest. A cold chill ran up my spine as I grabbed Walden by the arm and lead him to a corner table inside the café. I took a deep breath to calm myself and then said, “Your thoughts are not as crazy as you think. Marilyn Monroe has been in this building.”

Walden looked at me as if he didn’t believe me. He then leaned forward and whispered so that none of the customers in the restaurant could hear him, “Why in the world would Marilyn Monroe have ever been in this place? I cannot imagine!”

“Do you remember the film “The Misfits,” with Monroe and Clark Gable and Montgomery Cliff?” I asked.

“Yes. I saw that film when I was in high school back in the early 60’s. Why?” he asked.

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“Well, Marilyn Monroe was in this town and in this building because the movie “The Misfits” was filmed here in Dayton. The building we are now sitting in is called The Odeon Hall and Saloon. The bar scene in “The Misfits” where Marilyn was wearing that sexy cherry print dress and playing paddle ball in a barroom was shot in this very room.”

“Yes, I remember that scene but I did not know that it was filmed in this restaurant,” Welch answered.

"Almost the entire film was shot in Dayton. The population of the town was only about two hundred people back then. Only a couple of scenes from “The Misfits” were shot in Reno. They used The Washoe County Courthouse and some other location there that I cannot remember.”

He did not reply to my comment. I studied his face carefully looking for any sign of dishonesty. He remained expressionless.

“Are you absolutely certain that you did not know that Marilyn Monroe had filmed the movie “The Misfits” here?” I asked suspiciously as I slid my tape recorder across the table closer to him.

“I absolutely swear to you that I did not know that “The Misfits” was filmed here in this town called Dayton and I also swear to you that I have never been in this town or this restaurant before. Yes, I do recall the film, but it was not one of my favorites. It was shot in black and white, as I recall, and I know that Arthur Miller, the playwright, wrote the film for Marilyn. Yes, I remember it was about a woman who came to Reno to get divorced but most of the film was about capturing wild horses or something and so for some reason I though it must have been filmed in Texas. There were a lot of desert scenes, from what I recall. Anyway, as I said, it wasn’t one of my favorite films and I haven’t seen it in ages. I thought it was a very boring film when I saw it and I couldn’t understand how a playwright with Arthur Miller's reputation could have written anything so uninteresting.”

I had no way of knowing whether Welch was telling me the truth, but rather than upsetting him by suggesting that I might be suspicious of dishonesty, I asked, “Are you seeing the ghost of Marilyn Monroe here?”

He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I had asked. After laughing out loud, he replied, “Absolutely not! No! I do not see her ghost body here in this place. I simply thought about her. I do not know why. For some reason she came to my mind.”

“Then if you aren’t communicating with her ghost, you must be picking up her vibrations.”

Welch nodded his head ‘yes’.

“I find that amazing!” I exclaimed. “Are you implying that Monroe’s vibrations are still in this room after forty five years?”

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“Why not?” Welch asked. “Let’s face it: with all due respect to the people who live in this town and who may like it here, Dayton is not a very picturesque or attractive community…not from what little I have seen of it. The terrain around this area is as barren as the moon. Monroe's and Gable’s visits to this town had to have been the single most exciting events that had ever happened to Dayton. Someone very beautiful, very special and world famous once visited this community. Her name was Marilyn Monroe and I believe that the beauty of her fragrance still lingers here long after she has gone. I do not know if or when her vibrations will disappear…maybe soon…maybe never. Whatever the case, maybe I still feel her in this place. As a psychic, I can best describe myself as being like a human television receiver. Of course, you realize that all of us are subjected to all sorts of electrical forms of intrusions. Radio, television, cell phones and microwave energies are currently passing through our bodies. You don’t see them or feel them, do you?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” I admitted.

“Well, I usually do and I believe that the only reason that I do is that my battery or receiver is more highly tuned and sensitive than yours. I seem to be able to read higher vibrations than most people. I know for a fact that when I see spirits, or when my psychic self is working at its very best, my energy level rises tremendously and I become almost hyperactive. I am not a high energy person. However, all that changes when I am in what I call my psychic mode. I am presently in the state of what I refer to as my psychic mode at this moment and Monroe’s vibrations still linger here in this building. My psychic receiver is picking up her energy. I don’t know how to better explain it,” he stated.

What he said seemed to make sense, but I was still not certain that I understood exactly what he was trying to convey to me. His talk of higher vibrations and lingering fragrances confused my logical mind. I made note of his comments and then decided to share a couple of the ghostly tales about Marilyn Monroe which were a part of Reno’s folklore.

“Since Marilyn Monroe’s death, there have been several accounts of people who state that they have seen Marilyn swimming in the pool at The Cal-Neva Lodge in Tahoe. Now that’s one ghostly encounter I would invite into my life!”

After the two of us enjoyed a laugh over my comment, I continued. “The entire cast of 'The Misfits' stayed at The Mapes Hotel in Reno while the film was being shot. After Marilyn’s death in 1962, she was often seen sitting in the bar in the hotel's Skyroom. There are many documented accounts regarding these sightings.”

“I would like to go there and see what I get,” Welch responded.

“Sorry, no can do. The Mapes was demolished in 2000,” I replied.

“Have you ever had any other encounters with the spirits or energy patterns of other famous celebrities?” I asked.

“Yes, I had a most unusual encounter with the spirit, or soul body, of Judy Garland,” he replied. “Judy Garland died in London, England the morning of June 22, 1969. It was on that very day that I was moving from San Francisco to Sonoma, California. I was driving to our new location with my partner when we heard the announcement of Miss Garland’s death on the car radio. We pulled to the side of the road and listened to the report. Both of us had been devoted fans of hers, and it seemed impossible that someone as famous and universally loved as Judy Garland could have died. The fact that she was only 47 years old made it all seem even more incredible. Needless to say, we were both terribly depressed that entire day and for several days following.

"That night, the night of the day she died, during my sleep, I saw myself sitting close beside Judy Garland," Welch continued. "Although I was aware of the fact that I was sleeping, I became consciously awake. My experience was what is called a lucid dream. I did not see anything around us. It was just she and I and someone else I sensed to be in the space that we were in but whom I could not see. I felt it was a female presence. Miss Garland looked gravely ill and she was in a state of extreme exhaustion. Her face was badly swollen and her body was bloated. Her face was covered with sickly purple blotches as if she had either been poisoned or badly bruised. "

"'She has just died and is not aware of the fact that she is dead,'I said to myself."

"I felt terribly sorry for her because she looked so confused. She shook her head from side to side, as if she were trying to wake from a state of intoxication. Her eyes looked glazed and out of focus."

“'You will be all right Miss Garland,' I said to her sympathetically. 'Please, just rest, Miss Garland. You don’t have to wake up yet. You must rest for awhile until you are not so weak and once you have rested then you will be o.k.'"

“'No I won’t. I won’t ever be o.k.' she replied. She was too weak to lift her head, so I placed it on my shoulder to cradle it and said, 'Sure you will. I promise you will.'"

"She shook her head ‘no,’ and I pulled her closer to me in order to comfort her. I closed my eyes so that I would not see the discoloration on her face and I kissed her cheek very tenderly several times. I felt great compassion towards her. My heart felt heavy with grief. Then, the idea crossed my mind that I might be able to cheer her and bring her around by asking her to sing.

“'Would you please do me a very special favor, Judy? Would you please sing 'The Man That Got Away' for me?'I asked."

" Judy raised her head and looked into my eyes. 'Why in the world would you want to hear that old thing?'she asked with a look of bewilderment on her face."

“'Because you sing it better than anyone else in the entire world,'I replied. 'Millions and millions of people love and adore you. You are a very special soul and the world is praying for you. Can’t you feel the love that is surrounding us? It is all being sent from the millions of people who love you. Please sing for me,' I urged."

"A moment later, she raised her head, and in a voice as beautiful as any angel in heaven, she sang the words I had asked her to sing. It was the most thrillingly magnificent rendition of that song that I have ever heard. After she had finished, I applauded and heard another person applauding as well. I looked to see who the other person was, but no one other than Judy was with me."

“'Don’t be silly! I wasn’t very good,'Judy said to me."

"'You were absolutely wonderful! You were even more wonderful than ever if that could be possible,' I exclaimed."

“'Oh, go on….'she replied with a shy embarrassed smile. 'I really wasn’t that good.'”

“'You were better than good. You were magnificent! You were the most wonderful singer in the world,' I stated."

"Judy cuddled her face beside mine and kissed me sweetly upon my cheek. 'I was the most wonderful singer in the world? Aren’t I anymore? Aren’t I still?' she asked. She looked into my eyes as if she were very confused. I realized then she was still not aware of the fact that she had died. A moment later, I awakened and could not go back to sleep for the rest of that night."

"There was a woman named Jerry Hall with whom I had worked at The Union Ice Company in San Francisco. I had worked as a mail boy there, and Jerry was a telephone operator. We had just started to become friends when I gave up my job to move to Sonoma. Jerry loved metaphysics as much as I did, and we shared books and personal psychic experiences with each other every chance we had."

"I never saw Jerry again after I moved away. However, I did receive one letter from her shortly after I moved. It arrived just four days after my lucid dream experience. She wrote, 'I had the strangest dream about you, Judy Garland and I last night. We were all together in some strange place that I cannot recall. Judy Garland looked as if she had just died. You were trying to console and comfort her. She had her head resting on your shoulder, and you keep hugging her and kissing her on her cheek. You asked her to sing 'The Man That Got Away' for you, and told her that she was the most wonderful singer of all time and that everybody in the world loved her and was praying for her. She did sing the song you requested, and I was utterly astounded by the beauty of her voice. No angel in heaven could have sung more splendidly.' What I have just told you is entirely true."

“What an astonishing story! You absolutely believe that you were with Judy Garland shortly after her death?” I asked.

“Obviously, I was in the same space and time as she. Jerry’s letter confirms that fact. What is remarkable to me is how we are all so connected by the emotions of love and caring. I would never in my wildest imagination have dreamed of meeting Judy Garland in person. However, in the astral plane, all things are possible. We two were equal souls together there. Judy’s fame and notoriety had all been left behind in the world that she had just departed. My love and admiration for her is what attracted me to her soul at her time of need during her spiritual transition from life to life after death. I wanted to comfort her and to help her make that transition. My compassion for her was that great.” Welch replied.

“Considering the fact that you accurately sensed Marilyn Monroe’s energy, or ‘fragrance,’ in this building, does that mean that you are also emotionally connected to Marilyn?” I asked.

“Who in the world wasn’t emotionally connected to Marilyn Monroe?” Welch laughed. “Marilyn Monroe was one of the most extraordinary and exciting human beings who ever lived. I cannot help but think of her as being a little white fluffy pink nosed bunny who everybody in the world wanted to hug, kiss and squeeze. Most women detest female sex symbols, but I have never known a woman who did not love Marilyn. The reason that they did was that they wanted to protect and mother her. Despite her great beauty, men didn’t really want to sleep with Marilyn…they, too, wanted to protect and to father her. Marilyn was a love magnet. She was incredibly vulnerable and naive and in desperate need of protection. Everybody in the world loved her."

"Princess Diana had that quality, too. I can see why Elton John shared the same song, “Candle in the Wind,” between the two of them. He, too, was aware of the similarities between these two extraordinary women. They were both princesses of different kinds, who, despite their extraordinary beauty fame and success, never found happiness living the life of Cinderella.”

I could not help but be emotionally touched by Welch’s remarks. “Your stories and observations…I find them fascinating,” I admitted in my best reporter manner.

“Now, I would like to question you regarding your comment that you felt someone had died near the right of the entrance to this building. Please elaborate on that matter,” I asked.

“Yes, of course,” Welch replied, as he closed his eyes in order to concentrate more deeply. “There is a ghost this building,” Welch began.

“Please go on,” I urged. “Speak into the microphone.”

As I listened to Welch’s telling of what he was sensing, the hair stood up at the back of my neck. Had I not believed in the psychic world and the supernatural before that day, I did then, for the information he reported was even more exact than the information my editor had supplied to me.

“A murder occurred just outside of this room. It happened to the right of the door that is the entrance to this building. A man was shot through the head execution style on the porch. The murder did not happen in this room, but the energy which created the murder did. The murdered man lived and worked here. He slept on a cot on the floor of the storage room in the kitchen, which is just beyond that door.” Welch stated as he pointed to the dining room kitchen door.

“He was handyman to the owners of this building back then. He frequently served as chef for the restaurant, and often waited tables as well. In addition, he was the gardener of this property and that, above all, was his favorite duty. I am seeing this time period as 1886, and I sense that it was during the month of October of that year that he was murdered.”

Welch paused for a few moments. He seemed confused, as if he were struggling to make sense of something. Suddenly, a look of relief crossed his face and he continued.

“The murdered man is Chinese. One would not have thought that a person of Chinese descent would have chosen to live in such a remote and unsophisticated small town as Dayton, would one?” Welch commented, more to himself than to me.

Suddenly, I startled the both of us by dropping my coffee cup and spilling its contents all over our table. According to my editors notes, the ghost that haunted this building was a Chinese man who had been a handyman for the proprietors of the building way back in the late 1880’s. There was not much else that was known about him. Not until Walden had filled in the pieces, that is.

“Are you all right?” he asked, referring to my spilled cup of coffee.

“Oh, yes…the handle just slipped from my fingers. Please continue,” I replied, as I took my napkin and wiped the spilled coffee from the table.”

“I see two men sitting together at a dining table over there.” Welch pointed to a place where no table is currently placed. “One man is large and burly and heavily grey bearded, while the other one is tall and thin, with red hair and a slender mustache. The men are casual acquaintances. They are both salesmen who pass through this region from time to time. The dark haired, bearded man, who is the murderer, sells barbed wire fencing and such. I think the other man sells livery materials. I am not certain of exactly what he does sell, and it does not matter because he is not the killer. However, I sense that he is on his way to Carson City and that the bearded man is traveling east, in the opposite direction."

"The two salesmen decided to eat together that evening. They are both rooming for the night at a small boarding house down the street. It is the night of a full Moon in October, and it is very windy, but the air is still dry and warm for that late in the season. The two men have each had several drinks of whiskey prior to having entered the restaurant."

"There is only a family of three dining there at the time the men arrive. The patrons are a middle aged local couple accompanied by their daughter, a very attractive young lady of eighteen or nineteen years of age. The bearded man becomes flirtatious with the young lady, which greatly upsets her parents. Due to the vulgarity of his behavior, the family hurriedly ends their meal and exits the restaurant."

"I think the killer's name is Everett. It is either Everett Stone…or Story; I am not sure. As I said, he is a burly man, heavyset and barrel-chested, and weighs at least two hundred and seventy-five pounds. He has thick, long, black hair and is fully bearded, which makes him look much older than his forty years. His eyes are cold and black. I sense that he might be from Salt Lake City, Utah , is only in Dayton on business and is on his way home after a long sales journey which included previous stops in San Francisco, Stockton and Sacramento, California."

"I see a waitress come to their table to take their dinner orders. I would estimate that she is 28 or 29 years old. She is heavyset but very curvaceous and has a lovely face crowned by thick, dark blond hair which she wears pinned high upon her head. I think she owns the restaurant. I think her name is Sally or maybe Sassy. I feel that she has been widowed recently, and I sense that her husband has died of pneumonia. The lady has a daughter of about the age of twelve whom I feel she is very concerned about. I sense that the girl is home at present and is sick with a form of influenza and congestion. Sally (or Sassy) is very anxious to get home to check on her daughter’s condition. She is frightened that her daughter might suffer the fate of her late husband as well."

"She goes to the men’s table and takes their dinner orders of Chicken and Dumplings. Everett becomes obnoxiously flirtatious with her and although his dinner companion asks him to ‘behave gentlemanly,’ he pays no attention. The waitress hides her annoyance and hurriedly returns to the kitchen to ask her helper to prepare the plates and serve the men so that she can leave work early to be with her daughter. She leaves immediately."

"I can see her walking, leaning forward to fight the fury of the wind outside. She lives within walking distance of the restaurant. I see a Chinese man walking out of the kitchen through that door over there.” Welch pointed to the entrance into the present day kitchen.

“The man was born in China and he is dressed in traditional Chinese silk attire: black pants, Robin's-egg blue jacket with elaborate and colorful embroidery. I sense that he is a kind and gentle man. He is very polite and friendly. I believe his given name is Shuang Yee. I feel that his nickname is ‘Sunny,’ that the local people call him that name out of affection. The name was composed from the sound of Shuang and Yee, or possibly Lee. I see him carrying a tray of Chicken and Dumplings to the two gentleman’s table."

"When Everett looks up to see that a Chinese man is serving him, he becomes outraged and very, very angry.

"'Get your hands off my food! I don’t eat food served by the likes of your kind! Take this garbage back. I won’t eat anything your kind touches. You tell that lady to serve me!' Everett Stone bellowed."

"The Chinese man replies, 'So sorry. Lady had to go home. Her daughter is ill. Lady has asked me to serve you.'"

“'I will not eat the slop your kind touches!' Stone replies."

"The Chinese man answers by saying, 'Please Sir, food very good. You will like it. I am very good cook.'"

“'Take it back! I will not eat food made or touched by your kind!'"

"The poor frightened Chinese man stands helplessly at the side of the table. He is humiliated and his body is shaking from fear."

“'Please Sir, I no want trouble. Please Sir!' he begs softly."

"When Sunny fails to remove the food from the table as commanded, Everett Stone stands, fetches the platter and throws it to the floor."

"'You eat it, you human abomination and heathen!' he yells."

" The Chinese man is so terrified that he cannot move. I see Stone push him to the floor, and with a booted foot he places upon the Chinese man's head, he forces the man’s face roughly into the spilled matter."

“'Please Sir! No, please sir! I no heathen. I am Christian,' Sunny pleads."

“'Eat it, you swine! Eat it you worthless pig! You people are all a bunch of heathens! Don’t you disgrace The Almighty by calling yourself a Christian! ' he roars."

"The Chinese man lays motionless upon the floor. He is praying, but his words are inaudible. I see Stone grab the Chinese man by his arms and drag him outside onto the wooden porch. Everett’s horse and wagon are tied to the hitching post. I see him reach inside the wagon and take out his rifle. He puts the barrel head to the back of the Chinese man’s head."

“'Your breed should all be dead! You heathens are a disgrace to God Almighty!' Stone yells as he pulls the trigger of the rifle."

"Death is immediate. I see the Chinese man's blood and brain matter splattered all over the decking and the wall to the right of the restaurant entrance. Despite the violence of the situation, Stone's dinner guest has not left his seat at the table. Upon hearing the sound of the rifle shot, however, I see him rise from the dining table, running hurriedly through the dining room and outside the back kitchen door. He is terrified, and although uncertain as to what has exactly happened, he wants no part of it."

"I sense that he hid in the darkness in a field behind the restaurant until he heard Everett Stone's horse and wagon drive away. Afraid to return to the boarding house, he spends the night hidden behind the backyard shed of a neighbor’s home. When certain that Stone has departed the premises, he quickly grabs his belongings and leaves Dayton before the sun has risen. Unfortunately, he was not witness to the crime.”

Suddenly Walden stopped talking. He looked very upset. I could not tell if he had finished his story. After several moments of silence, I asked, “What else happened? Did they catch the murderer? Have you any idea of where the Chinese man was buried?”

Welch shook his head wearily from side to side. “No, he was never buried. His body was left in the desert and was soon devoured by the animals and creatures who live there. No, no,…that is not exactly right…I feel that the body was thrown into a very wide, shallow sea of water somewhere northeast of here, not too far away. But that couldn’t be, because the sea is hundreds of miles away and to the west. However, I definitely feel that fish, as well as animals, ate the flesh of his body.”

Walden stopped talking and was silent for several moments. Once again, I was not certain whether he had finished his observations.

“Have you concluded? Is there anything else you wish to add?” I asked.

He replied by saying, “It’s crazy! I see pyramids rising out of the water where the Chinese man’s body was thrown. That is all that I see, other than sensing that Everett Stone was never arrested, nor could he ever have been for there were no witnesses to the crime. The other salesman never reported what had happened that night, and neither he nor Everett Stone ever returned to Dayton again. It was a senseless murder committed by a bigoted and foolish man who I feel never felt remorse or shame for what he had done."

"That is what I see and sense," Welch continued. "I hope it will be helpful for your investigation. I cannot prove that the information I have given you is true, but I can promise you that it is what I see psychically and what I feel to be true. Researching the information I have given you is for you and your editor to do. What I have related to you I have seen as a movie that flashes before my eyes very quickly. I try to verbally interpret the images that I see as clearly as I can. I sincerely hope the information that I have given you will be helpful.”

“Your story of the murder which took place here at Odeon Hall is entirely probable. I am extremely impressed that you accurately picked out the nationality of the victim, the position of his employment and the spot at which the Chinese man was said to have died. The information you have given ties accurately with the factual information which I have been given. Your keener psychic observations may indeed fill in the missing pieces of the murdered man's fate."

"It might also interest you to know that there is a large shallow lake about thirty five miles northeast of Dayton named Pyramid Lake. It was named that because there are numerous, large, natural stone, pyramid shaped formations which jut out of the water. Perhaps the body was thrown there and that is why you feel that fish, as well as animals, devoured the corpse."

"What you have reported is remarkable and very likely credible. Everything will be given to my editor and his staff for inspection and research. As for myself, I would personally like to say that I am overwhelmed by what has occurred today. You are utterly amazing and I cannot help but believe that you are telling me the truth,” I said.

“Thank you very much,” Walden said with a smile.

As we walked out of the restaurant to my car he stated, “To those who believe, no proof is necessary. To those who do not believe, no proof is possible.” I pondered the wisdom of his statement as we drove on to Virginia City to continue our supernatural investigations.

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“The beauty of her fragrance still lingers here long after she has gone.”

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The Zephyrs of Washoe County