Galina Trefil: Post 9

My name is Galina. I'm the daughter of a serial killer. Whenever questioning my father about his murders, I always strove to retrieve information which might result in a victim being identified--either by finding a body, or by learning a specific detail which police might be able to work with. Overall, John didn't like that. He loved to speak about how he murdered, but he truly disliked seeing the victims as people, not objects. Physical descriptions were very few and far between. Only a few were actually identified by him by name. One of the ones that had no name, I call "Valkyrie Doe." This is her story. Valkyrie was the last hitchhiker that John ever picked up. It was either 1999 or 2000 when John convinced her to get into his white Silverado truck with rust spots. Valkyrie was supposedly in her early 20s with long blond braids. She was standing outside a restaurant in Fort Bragg, CA. He began to drive south with her. It was John's intention to hold her hostage in his subterranean tomb for some time before killing her. Somewhere between Fort Bragg and Albion, Valkyrie realized that John was a predator. She fought back--HARD. She fought so hard in fact that she actually hurt him. John refused to say how, but she injured him so badly that he realized that she had to be the last young woman that he picked up. At this point, John was sixty years old; not so strong as he once was. Valkyrie almost got away. He killed her with his bare hands and disposed of her body before going home. In the grotesque sadness of this case, Valkyrie's bravery and strength must be remembered. The last thing that she did on this earth was beat down a serial killer so badly that other young girls, other hitchhikers, were not picked up by him. She lost her life, but she saved the lives of others. John refuses to say where her body is.