Charlie and the Devil
Part One
by Ed Sanders
The Tate murders; Manson’s vision; Death Valley days
In the early afternoon of August 8, 1969, Charles Manson arrived at the Spahn
Ranch, after a recruiting trip and pleasure jaunt to Big Sur and the Esalen
Institute. Someone went on a garbage run for the evening meal. At the back of
the movie ranch, they cooked dinner on the Coleman four-burner camping stove.
Everybody was delighted that Charlie was back. Charlie said that the people up
north were really not together, they were just off on their own little trips and
they were not getting together. After dinner the slave girls washed the dishes.
Approximately an hour after the meal, Manson pulled Susan Atkins a.k.a. (also
known as) Sadie Glutz aside and told her to get a knife and a change of clothes
.
Linda Kasabian had helped fix dinner, had helped to clean up, had walked to
the front of the ranch and was standing by the Rock City Cafe set when Charlie
came up and pulled her off to the end of the boardwalk and told her to get a
knife, a change of clothing and her driver’s license. Linda seemed to be the
only person at the ranch at that moment with a valid permit, and one of the few
who could be trusted with such a heavy mission as murder.
Patricia Krenwinkel a.k.a. Katie was already asleep, coming down off an acid
trip, when she was awakened and told to get a knife and a change of clothes. She
didn’t really want to get up but she did, summoned by the Devil.
The automobile, an old yellow-and-white 1959 Ford with another car’s license
plate on it, was parked and ready in the space between the end of the Rock City
Cafe and George Spahn’s house.
Linda Kasabian got into the car, in the right front passenger seat. Sadie and
Katie were in the back of the car. Also in the back of the car were a pair of
red-handled bolt cutters and a long, coiled three-quarter-inch nylon rope. Tex
Watson got into the car and the car backed away and then headed out down the
dirt driveway toward the exit to the west, by the corral. About halfway down the
drive, Manson stopped them. He came over and stuck his head in the window on
Linda’s side and said, according to Linda, "Leave a sign. You girls know what to
do. Something witchy." Then Manson stood alone, watching the car drive off.
In the speeding car, the girls were reportedly barefoot. Sadie had on blue
denim genuine Roebucks and a baggy blue T-shirt. Linda was barefoot and in her
lavender top and dark-blue denim skirt. Tex wore moccasins, jeans and a black
velour turtleneck sweater. Katie wore a black T-shirt and jeans.
The white-and-yellow, back-seatless 1959 Ford four-door sedan puIIed up the
paved, winding, cliffside driveway in front of 10050 Cielo Drive. It stopped at
the top, facing the rattan fence. Eighteen feet up were the telephone
communications lines.
Tex asked for the red-handled bolt cutters from the back seat. They were
given to him, and the six-foot two-inch, 190-pound, former All District halfback
for the Farmersville, Texas, high-school football team shinnied up the pole and
cut two wires-one a telephone wire which did not fall and one an old
communications line from the days when Mark Lindsay and Terry Melcher first
rented the property in 1966. Splat.
They trudged up the hill, carrying their changes of clothes, their weapons
and their rope. They arrived at the gate, and then located an area about ten to
fifteen feet up the steep embankment on the right where, by cover of bushes,
they were able to climb over the fence. Sadie ripped her shirt on the barbed
wire. Then, after they had crossed the fence, as they were creeping down the
embankment toward the driveway, lights appeared: a car, moving down the
driveway-parking lot. Tex said, "Lie down and be still." All lay down.
Evidently Steven Parent, who had been visiting Bill Garretson in the
caretaker’s cottage, spotted them coming in and he said, "Hey, what are you
doing here?" Parent must have just been slowing down to touch the exit button
for the electric gate when Tex ran up in front of the white 1966 Nash Ambassador
two-door sedan and yeIIed, "Stop! Halt!" It must have been around 12:20 a.m.
Through the open driver’s window, Tex jammed his formidable weapon up against
Parent’s head. It was a weapon right out of the spirit of the American West : a
.22-caliber, nine-shot, walnut-handled, blue-steel, long-barreled, Ned Buntline
to Wyatt Earp, longhorn, fifteen-inch revolver, loaded with .22 long rifle
bullets. Parent said: "Please don’t hurt me. I won’t say anything."
Bang. Parent was shot in the upper chest. Bang. Once in the back of the left
forearm, exiting on the other side. Shot in the left cheek-exit wound through
the mouth. Shot in the lower chest.
Tex said, "Come on." On Watson’s left shoulder were about seven coils of the
white, three-quarter-inch, three-ply nylon line-a total of forty-three feet,
eight inches. And why was this Texan carrying a rope? Part of the game plan,
which later was abandoned in their haste, was to tie the victims up to the beams
and draw and quarter them.
Tex ordered Linda Kasabian to go around the back of the house to check for
any open windows or doors. Linda walked around between the north edge of the
house and the three-car garage and checked the back-porch door, looked into the
kitchen windows and the back door into the living room, but there was nothing
open. She came around front and found Tex standing at the fresh-painted window
of the unfurnished nursery room on the far north end of the house, next to the
garage. He was cutting the lower part of the screen, slitting it with his
bayonet.
Tex told Linda to go down by the fence and keep a lookout for people coming.
She complied, walking downhill to the gate end of the property’s parking area,
by the fence, and she knelt down on one knee, waiting.
Tex crawled in through the window once he had slashed the screen and pulled
it off the frame. There was the smell of fresh paint in the nursery being
prepared for the late-August arrival of Sharon Tate Polanski’s baby. The first
coat of paint had been finished that very afternoon. Tex entered the kitchen,
walked south through the dining room, into the entrance hall, then opened the
front door and let the two girls in. They turned left out of the entrance hall
into the large, white-walled, cream-carpeted living room. In the southeast
corner of the living room, facing out into the room at a triangular position,
was a baby grand piano with a metronome on the left side. On the music holder of
the piano stood two compositions. One on the left side: a song called
Straight Shooter by John Phillips of The Mamas and The Papas, a song off
their first album. The piece on the other side of the music stand was Pomp
and Circumstance by Edward Elgar.
The stereo inside the front-hall closet beneath the shelves of film and video
tape was blaring, which may have prevented the four shots that killed Steven
Parent from being heard.
On a high-backed chair next to a desk was Jay Sebring’s blue leather jacket,
with his wallet, containing four twenty-dollar bills, and a tube of white
powder. Nearby was Jay’s briefcase, containing hair dryer, mirror, electric
clippers and address book, some sort of pilot’s map and miscellaneous barbering
tools.
The area of the living room which was to serve as the tableau for the murders
was a sort of enclosed section near the large stone fireplace on the west center
wall, in front of which was a large zebra-skin rug. Piles of books and movie
scripts lined the hearth, as well as several throw pillows. Facing the
fireplace, a few feet from the zebra skin, was a large three-cushioned,
beige-velvet sofa.
Above the couch and parallel to it, running the entire length of the living
room, east to west, was an apparently solid four-inch by twelve-inch beam,
painted white, over which the satanist Texan was soon to throw the nylon rope.
Draped over the back cushions of the beige divan was a large American flag,
turned upside down. Voityck Frykowski lay on the couch, in front of the
fireplace, dozing off, zonked under the pleasant influence of the moderate
psychedelic, MDA. Past the desk and toward the back of the couch crept the
death-minded butcher. Evidently Watson walked around, standing on the zebra
skin, his back to the fireplace, and leveled the Wyatt Earp revolver at
Voityck’s head. He motioned with his knife hand for Katie and Sadie to line up
behind the couch, prepared to enact their helter-skelter exactitude. Voityck
woke up, stretched and asked, "What time is it?"
"Don’t move or you’re dead."
"Who are you?"
"I’m the Devil. I’m here to do the Devil’s business. Give me all your money,"
said Tex Watson, tall and hairy, knife in one hand, gun in the other. Voityck
must have seen the two girls at this point, standing silently by the flag. The
one, Katie, with her long, brown, magic hair. The other, Sadie, with her dark
brown hair now shorn closely, except for one long strand which hung over her
left shoulder in witchiness.
Elegant Abigail Folger was lying alone on the antique bed in her bedroom in
the extreme southeast corner of the house, clad in a full-length, white
nightgown, reading, wearing her reading glasses, slightly stoned on the euphoric
MDA. Most of her and Voityck’s personal belongings had been taken back to their
house on Woodstock Road. But she and Voityck were remaining with Sharon Tate
until Roman Polanski should return from London.
In the living room, Voityck Frykowski kept asking the creepy crawlers who
they were, what they wanted, over and over. "My money is in the wallet, on the
desk," he said.
Sadie went over to the desk to look for it and announced she couldn’t find
it.
Tex told Sadie to go get a towel in the bathroom with which to tie up
Frykowski. Sadie went looking for the bathroom. She took a towel back to the
couch by the fireplace and tied Voityck’s hands behind his back with a loose
knot. Frykowski was then made to lie down on his back, trapping his hands behind
him. Tex then told her to scout the house for other people. Sadie evidently
climbed up the redwood ladder to look in the loft. And then she walked to the
south, toward the hallway off which were the two main bedrooms of the house. In
the one on the left, Abigail Folger lay reading. She looked up, she saw Sadie,
and Abigail waved! Waved and smiled and Sadie smiled back and walked away.
Sadie turned, crossed the hallway, walking west, and glanced into Sharon’s
bedroom, Sharon, her stomach tanned and full of child, was lying in bed, propped
up on pillows, her blonde hair down over her shoulders. She was wearing matching
blue-yellow, floral-patterned bra and panties. For jewelry, she had on her
wedding ring and gold earpins. The lime-green and orange sheets were pulled
down. It was about 12:25 a.m. On the edge of the bed where the beautiful Sharon
Tate lay sat Jay Sebring, clothed in a blue shirt, black high-top boots and
white pants with black vertical stripes. On his wrist was an opulent Cartier
watch. They were talking.
On each side of the bed were semicircular, marble-topped tables. The one on
the right held a Princess phone and an oval-framed wedding portrait of the
Polanskis. On the right marble table sat a bottle of Heineken’s beer, Jay
Sebring’s favorite drink.
There was a white, louvered, double French door leading out to the swimming
pool on the south wall of Sharon Tate’s bedroom. The windows looking out onto
the pool area were shuttered also with white louvered blinds. It was out this
door just minutes later that Abigail Folger would run for her life and Katie
Krenwinkel would leave her Death Row fingerprint.
Sadie returned to Watson in the living room and told him that there were
people in the bedrooms. Tex was angry. Where was the money? He told Sadie to go
into the bedrooms and bring them out into the living room. Sadie unfolded her
Buck clasp knife and walked into Abigail Folger’s bedroom waving her weapon :
"Go out into the living room. Don’t ask any questions." She did the same thing
on the other side of the hall in Sharon’s bedroom. Sadie waved her knife at Jay
and Sharon and they all walked out into the living room confused and angry. Jay
Sebring said, "What’s going on?"
"Sit down!" Sebring refused to sit.
When Tex told everybody to lie down on the floor on their stomachs atop some
pillows near the fireplace, Sebring would not stand for that and said: "Let her
sit down, can’t you see she’s pregnant?" Then Sebring lunged for the gun and Tex
waxed murderous and shot Jay in the armpit. Jay fell and Tex drop-kicked him in
the bridge of the nose. Abigail Folger screamed.
The bullet entered Sebring’s left axilla, penetrating downward through the
left fifth rib, through the left lung and exited out the left side of his
mid-back. The bullet was found by the coroner several inches from the exit
wound, trapped between skin and shirt.
The sight of Jay Sebring lying on his side gave the former cotton picker,
Charles Watson, instant credibility. "All right, where’s the money?"
Abigail said that her money was in her purse on the couch in the bedroom.
Sadie stuck her knife up to Miss Folger‘s back and marched her back into the
bedroom where Abigail opened up her black canvas shoulder bag and took out
seventy-two or seventy-three dollars for the satanist. Sadie refused her offer
of credit cards and they walked back into the living room.
Tex then tied them around and around their necks with the nylon rope and
threw the end of it over the white ceiling beam and told Sadie to choke the rope
so that Abigail and Sharon had to stand up or else strangle. Jay’s unconscious
body acted as a dead weight on the other end of the rope which was knotted
around his neck. A large hematoma was swelling on his left eye.
Tex was worried lest Voityck Frykowski should get loose, so he told Sadie to
re-tie his hands with a bigger towel. She went into the bedroom and got a larger
towel, a beige forty-six-inch Martex bath towel, and tied his hands behind him
more securely, then she pushed him back down onto the couch, standing guard over
him.
Tex told Katie to turn out all the lights in the house. This she did,
according to Susan Atkins.
Katie assumed choke duties on the end of the rope. One of the ladies asked,
"What are you going to do with us ?"
Charles, the smug muscular boy from Copeville, had them trapped in his own
phoneless hamburger universe. "You are all going to die." And again he told them
that he was the Devil. Immediately the moans and shrieks and beggings rose up
from the trussed victims. They struggled to get free.
Tex ordered Sadie to kill Voityck Frykowski. Voityck lay quaking up and down,
desperately trying to loosen the knot behind his back. Sadie raised her knife
and, by her account, hesitated. Voityck wrenched his hands free and reached up
from the couch and grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her down, grabbing her
knife arm. He hit her on top of the head and they fell against the end table to
the left of the sofa and rolled onto the stuffed chair.
Sadie got her arm free and stabbed blindly, one, two, three, four times,
parallel down the front of his left leg. He turned toward the front hall as if
to flee. She managed to stab him once in the back, but the knife hit bone. Then
she stabbed him deeply in the right back lung. The skin surface widths of the
wounds were three-quarter inch, the same as the width of her Buck knife. In the
scuffle she lost her knife somehow. (The police found the knife lodged blade-up
between the cushion and the back of the overstuffed chair, seven feet from the
north wall and four feet from the west wall.) Knifeless, she clung to his back
and yelled.
Still, Voityck staggered onward. Tex ran up, wrestled Frykowski around and
shot him below the left axilla, the bullet lodging in his middle back. He shot
him also through the front right thigh. Still he walked on. Tex shot again-the
gun misfiring. Tex began to club his face and scalp with the gun, holding it by
the barrel. Voityck’s blood type was found on the intact left gun grip and on
the inside of the cocked hammer of the gun. The right walnut grip broke into
three pieces, two pieces falling in the front hall, the remaining tiny piece
skittering out onto the front porch.
When Tex ran up to the hall door to get Voityck, Sharon and Jay and Abigail
struggled to get free from the knots on their necks. Katie was holding the rope
where it trailed down on the other side of the beam. Abigail broke loose and
headed for the back bedroom, where the door to the swimming pool led to freedom.
Krenwinkel dropped the rope and gave chase. Abigail, taller and stronger,
fought for her life. Meanwhile, Tex spotted the struggling Sebring and ran up.
Stab stab stab stab, four times Watson hacked him in the left back, into the
lung. The wounds were one-and-a-half-inches wide on the surface, penetrating
deeply. Tex kicked his face, then turned, his attention caught by the yells from
Katie, his black velour turtleneck beginning to get bloody. He ran up to
Abigail, who was wounded only defensively at this point, in the hands and arms.
Abigail surrendered. "I give up. Take me." He did, slicing her neck and smashing
her head with the gun butt. He stabbed her in various parts of her chest and
abdomen. She clutched a gaping tear in her lower right stomach. She fell.
Watson glanced up when he heard Voityck screaming near the front lawn. He ran
to the front porch to see him rise up from the bush into which he had fallen and
stagger across the grass toward the southeast, yelling. Sadie Satan told her
cell mate, Shelley Nadell, about it. "He got to the lawn and was standing there
hollering, ‘Help! Help!’ --
Deep in flower-power knelt the young mother Linda Kasabian by the dark fence.
When she heard the screams, she raced toward the shriekers, "to try to stop
it"-as she later testified. "I saw Frykowski staggering out the door-drenched in
blood-I looked in his eyes-he looked in mine-I saw the image of Christ in him. I
cried and I prayed, with all my heart."
Tall Voityck stood up against the square wooden support post on the northeast
corner of the porch and he tried to step from the flagstone onto the sidewalk,
holding onto the post. His balance failed; he spun around the post and fell
headfirst into the dirt. But then Voityck got to his feet and began to scream
into the smog, down the canyon.
Tex was out the front door in a red-dog chop blitz and rode Frykowski to the
ground, stabbing in the unprotected left side of his body. Frykowski suffered
sixteen defensive wounds in his left lower arm trying to ward off the Devil.
Fifty-one wounds Tex dealt to the spleen, abdomen, back, front, heart, left
lung, right chest, hands. And still the man who twenty-five years before had
survived the Nazi atrocities in Poland crawled on, until he crumpled.
Inside the house Abigail somehow got to her feet and careened toward the
French doors to the pool, leaving a trail of blood, as Katie, who was standing
guard over Sharon and Jay, chased after her, chopping. Abigail clawed at the
shuttered door, smearing blood, to open it up. Katie put herself on Death Row
when she tried to prevent the door from being opened, leaving the print of her
left little finger, with twelve points of identification, just above the knob on
the right French door.
Abigail Folger got out of the house dripping upon the sidewalk leading to the
pool. She ran left, splattering the green garden hose in the grass. She almost
reached the split-rail fence, past the pole light near the tall fir tree.
Collapse.
All the killers were out of the house, leaving Sharon, as yet untouched, and
Jay Sebring, now dead, inside. Mrs. Polanski, unguarded, started toward the
front door just as Katie Krenwinkel reentered the back door by the pool and
walked into the living room. Sharon was crying for the life of her child. Sadie
got her in a headlock. Tex told her it looked like Sharon wanted to sit down.
"So I took her over and sat her down on the couch."
"All I want to do is have my baby."
Sadie was worried that Sharon might get hysterical so she talked with her to
calm her down, about how she had no mercy for her. Words, getting her attention.
They killed Sharon last. Sadie later told a member of the family that Sharon
Tate was the last to die because she "had to watch the others die."
Sharon sat on the couch quietly. They waited a few minutes. It is not known
what was done during that time. Finally it came. Sadie told Virginia Graham that
she held Sharon’s arms back behind her. Sharon turned her head around and looked
back at Sadie, beseeching her, "Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me. I
don’t want to die." She was crying.
"Please I’m going to have a baby."
Sadie replied, according to Graham, "Look, bitch! I don’t care if you’re
going to have a baby. You’d better be ready. You’re going to die. . . ." Sadie
to Graham: "Then we killed her a few minutes later."
In a final plea, Sharon begged Sadie to take the baby, the perfect unborn
Richard Paul Polanski.
Tex told Sadie to kill.
No, Tex, I can’t kill her, you do it. Katie? No, Tex, you do it, but she was
willing enough to hold her. Tex stabbed her several times in the left breast
through the brassiere. Screams. Stabs. Aorta. Death.
Then they all stabbed her, sixteen times, with both knives. To Sadie it was
thrilling: "It felt so good, the first time I stabbed her." Then the little
assassin vampire licked blood from her own fingers.
But it wasn’t adventuresome enough for her. "We were going to mutilate them
but we didn’t have a chance to." Sadie later confided that part of the game plan
included gouging out their eyeballs and smearing them against the walls.
All of a sudden, Tex said, "Get out.’’ The girls left and then Tex came out
and proceeded to go berserk in a final dutiful circuit to check out death. He
ran in a counterclockwise direction. He ran over to Abigail: chop chop chop. He
ran over to the lifeless Frykowski who actually lay clutching the grass in his
hand, with his left arm still perpendicular to the ground in death, where he
crumpled. Tex used some of his football training on him. Then the hell-creep ran
inside to arrange the tableau.
While Tex was inside the house, Sadie and Katie walked around whisper-yelling
for Linda. They couldn’t find her. Tex came out of the house, saw the girls and
told Sadie to go in the house and write something on the door. Something witchy,
Charlie had said. Tex left on the front Dutch door a Death Row fingerprint.
Tex and Katie walked down the walkway and Sadie went in the front door. Sadie
walked into the haunted room. Evidently Tex had looped the nylon rope twice
around Sharon’s neck. There was a double loop around Sebring’s neck with an
overhand knot formed by the second loop. The rope led from one end, which was
under Jay’s body, around his neck twice over to Sharon who was lying in front of
the couch beneath the flag, around her neck twice, then back along the couch and
over the ceiling beam, the rope just touching the floor on the other side.
Sharon seemed to Sadie more cut up than before, probably from Tex. Then Sadie
got a towel. Sadie next went over to Sharon Tate and put her head on Sharon’s
stomach to listen, kneeling on the floor by the velvet couch. Sadie picked
Sharon up slightly off the floor and sat with Sharon’s head in her lap and
embraced her. Finally Sadie went over to the yellow towel used to tie Voityck’s
hands and came back, obtained some blood from Sharon’s breast, walked to the
front hall and knelt down to print PIG in blood type O-M. She turned, walked
back into the living room, threw the towel toward the hearth and split. She left
the door wide open and also she left, as she moved east off the porch, her two
bare footprints in blood.
One hundred and two stab wounds riddled the bodies. Thirty minutes, one stab
every twenty seconds.
When Sadie reached the electric gate she found them waiting for her. Tex
touched the button, leaving a smear. The blood was Sebring’s. The gate opened.
They scooped up their spare clothes and trotted down the hill huffing.
Meanwhile, by the Ford, Linda lay down for about five minutes in the brush.
Then the floweroid, who today is a free woman, stood up, entered the automobile
and started the engine. Was she going to split? The others arrived with their
knives and clothes in hands. "They looked like zombies," Linda later wrote.
Tex, baleful with murder, yelled at her. He stopped the engine and pushed her
over into the passenger side. Then he chewed out Sadie for losing the Buck
knife. He started the car and crept off, turning right onto Benedict Canyon
Drive, then he turned the lights on. Up Benedict Canyon Drive drove the creepy-crawlie
four, fresh from battle, changing their clothes as the car drove up the hill.
Linda steered for Tex as he slimed out of his wet black velour and jeans. They
talked excitedly. It was hot.
Tex announced that they had to find a place to wash up. He pulled off
Benedict left onto Portola Drive, just a block north of the street where Jay
Sebring lived.
A couple of hundred yards from the turnoff they spotted a garden hose hooked
up to the home of Rudy and Myra Weber. They turned the car around and parked the
car toward the canyon road so they could get away easily. They walked to the
hose.
Rudolph Weber was asleep but the sound of running water woke him up. Goddamn
kids. He went over and flashed the light on them. "Just what do you think you’re
doing?"
Tall Tex dialed his mind to smiling psychopath and said, "Hi-we’re just
getting a drink of water and we’re sorry to have disturbed you." Rudolph walked
over and turned off the water, whereafter the girls started walking down to the
car.
Weber followed the young folk and by this time his wife Myra was awake and by
his side, announcing that her husband was a member of the Sheriff’s Reserve. Tex
opened the car for the girls and Weber was offended by the disarray inside. Tex
got in and flooded the engine. Weber made as if he were trying to remove the
keys from the car, reaching in while Tex was trying to start it. Finally the
engine caught and Tex peeled out, wrenching Mr. Weber’s clutching hand. As the
car sped away Weber memorized the number and later wrote it down, GYY 435.
During the remainder of the drive, the foursome seemed to relax, become even
jovial. They were Helter-Skelter‘s finest butchers. And they began to chitchat.
To start it off, poor Tex had hurt his foot and it was killing him. Sadie’s
hair was hurting terribly where Frykowski had pulled it. Katie babbled on about
how the knife handle hurt her hand each time she stabbed. All agreed that the
knives were inadequate. Next time they would need heavier equipment. Sadie
complained about the toughness of Voityck’s legs when she strained to stab them.
They had quite a time describing the moans of the murdered, how Sharon kept
calling out to God and Abigail kept crying out to her mother.
"How come you’re back so early?" Charlie asked when they arrived at the Spahn
Ranch. Charlie was waiting in the driveway, sitting by the saloon. It was two
a.m.
Several family members were in the bunkhouse when Katie and Linda arrived.
They were totally exhausted. Pretty soon Tex and Charlie came into the bunkhouse
for a general discussion of the evening. Tex told Charlie that everything had
been messy; bodies were lying around, but all were dead. Charlie was happy.
Tex made several laugh when he revealed that he had said to people in the
house, "I’m the Devil, I’m here to do the Devil’s business, where’s your money?"
Manson then polled the hackers to see if any felt remorse for what they had
done. Katie: "No." Sadie: "No." Linda: "No."
People were sleepy. Kasabian went to the back ranch to sleep. Sadie made love
with a human-she thinks it might have been Clem Grogan-then sacked out.
There is considerable discrepancy between the scene of the murders, as left
by Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkel, Tex Watson and Linda Kasabian, and the one
found by the police the next morning. Neither Susan Atkins nor evidently any of
the others tucked any face towel over the head of Jay Sebring, yet the police
found a towel over his head.
There was not enough slack in part of the rope extending from Sharon Tate to
Jay Sebring for her to have been standing and moving around, yet she moved
around the room the killers say. So the rope perhaps was affixed some time after
her death.
There were two large pools of blood on the front porch, one to the left of
the doormat, type O-M, Sharon Tate’s, and the other on the north side of the
porch, type O-Mn, Jay Sebring’s. All the females involved, Linda, Katie and
Sadie, have claimed that at no time were Sharon Tate or Jay Sebring ever near
the front porch. How did the blood get there? A police report describing the
homicide scene said, regarding the blood of Sharon Tate on the front porch,
that: "From the amount of blood there it would appear that she remained there
for at least minutes prior to movement."
Manson stated one time that he had gone to the Polanski residence after the
murders. "I went back to see what my children did," he is alleged to have said.
Later, Manson denied that he had gone to the house. Whether he did or not, the
crime scene was disturbed by someone during the night before the police arrived.
One of the Manson game plans involved hanging "rich piggies" up on their
porches and slicing them. Perhaps he or someone went to the house and the bodies
of Sebring and Tate were carried out onto the porch to do just that, but there
was nothing adequate to string the rope over, or through, to support the weight
of the bodies. Then they may have decided, through panic, to re-create the
original scene and accordingly carried the bodies back inside, leaving spatters
of blood behind. The white nylon rope was looped around their necks and the end
proceeding from Mrs. Polanski’s neck was thrown back over the white ceiling beam
with the rope end just touching the floor on the other side. Someone then took
that beige towel and hooded it over the head of Jay Sebring, tucking the towel
ends under the rope loops. There is no way of knowing what else could have
occurred.
It was over. Over for five sparks of the universe, butchered by some new form
of programmed zombi-spore.
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