Lennon Was Murdered By WHO?!?!?!

This is the story behind one of the most public murders in history. Maybe you read about it, or rather what they let you read about it, probably as some minor item buried somewhere on the back page.

However, what happened in that city on December 8th of that year was so incredible that to this day the facts have been surpressed in a massive effort to save certain political careers from disaster and law enforcement officials from embarassment.

This will be the last time I will ever discuss these events with anyone, so when you've finished this bizarre account, judge for yourself its believability, and then try to tell yourself. wherever you may be, "It couldn't happen here."

Monday, May 8th. At approximately 10:50 a.m, John Lennon was about to enter his hotel building to see his son. John Lennon- 40 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, known for his granny glasses, all around international superstar.

John Lennon.

En route to his doom.

At the door, someone on the street called, "Mr. Lennon!" He turned around and was promptly shot five names by a gunman.

Who was that gunman?

None other than best selling author, Stephen King.

Actually, this really isn't my story to tell. All credit goes to Steve Lightfoot, the man who broke this story wide open. You can read his full report here:

http://www.lennonmurdertruth.com/

So that's it. The story's been told. And now you'll have to judge for yourself. I must warn you, however, if you try to verify this account, you will find it quite impossible.

Item- The FBI no longer has a file listing the suspect under his true name or any of his alleged allias.

Item- All of those who were involved have either left town, aren't talking or are dead.

I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I found all this out, and now you might find it difficult, too, because there is still one fact that cannot be buried. If you play one of the Beatles albums backwards, you can clearly hear the words, "John is dead. The King Killed him."

So think about it, and try to tell yourself, wherever you may be, in the quiet of your home, in the safety of your bed, try to tell yourself, "It couldn't happen here."

Stephen King is still out there...

Good night, everyone, good luck.

The Night Stalker