Roughly a month before this little Nazi Bitch got shot, I had been in the basement of that house. The entire story is in the book but a friend of mine was hired to investigate the house because it was "haunted" .

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I went because I had recently taken my Reiki Master attunements.  We found a door hidden behind a bunch of 1920's era cloth or canvas suitcases.

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In the room were dozens of jewelry cases filled with rings and necklaces.  In the bottom of the one dresser in the room was a picture of the old man in his Nazi uniform stationed at one of the concentration camps. His uniform and all his medals were also there.  In the middle of the room was a lampshade that was made out of human skin.

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We made some calls and reported everything we found.  3 to 5 weeks later, I got a call to turn on the news and got to see the Nazi get shot on his front porch.

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Elvis knew (because I told my friend Linda Johnson about it) . Elvis said that my helping catch the Nazi Bitch was an even bigger deal than finding Elvis and helping him. Whether he is right or not,  I know it is one of the things I will always be  proud about.