The First Culling
Michael Eicherly
Austin Macauley Publishers
The First Culling
About the Author
Dedication
Copyright Information ©
Acknowledgment
Introduction
Brief History
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter EightThe Night Before
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
About the Author
Michael Eicherly was born in Garden Grove California, on January 10th, 1969. He currently lives in the Mission District of San Gabriel, California. Together, he and his wife have three children. His passions are horror films, music, books, family and Lucky Baldwin pubs.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my nieces and nephew. Also, to everybody in Orange County, California.
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Michael Eicherly (2020)
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Eicherly, Michael
The First Culling
ISBN 9781645753018 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645753001 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645753025 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020915474
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Acknowledgment
I would like to thank Mission San Gabriel for its history about the Tongva. Also, special thanks to the history department at Claremont University and the good people at Fountain Valley Library. I would like to thank Holiday Inn, on Marriott Drive, Bakersfield, California. You will be seeing me again…
Introduction
My parents lived to Huntington Beach, California in 1967. When I was four, we moved to Fountain Valley in 1972. The tracts in which we lived in were divided by California Classics and S&S Homes.
By the time I was seven, I discovered my first paranormal experience. Later, at Northcutt Elementary, I learned that these subdivisions were built on Tongva Burial Ground.
As a reader, you may think, this book is just another cheap rip-off of some Hollywood movie. Have you ever thought Hollywood may have stolen from writers like me? Unlike Hollywood, the story I wrote, some of it is true. It is up to you, the reader; to decide between fantasy and reality.
I used to wonder if the hauntings were real, or a backlash of parental chaos. If I may be crazy at the tender age of 51, why is it that I am not in a mental institution, or even worse.
Sometimes personal belongings would mysteriously vanish from out rooms. Polaroid photos would show men and woman of Mexican and heritage smiling and laughing. Running footsteps would be heard from the upstairs from bedrooms, hearing doors shut by themselves as we watched television. We would yell for the family dog, all but to find him sitting next to us. Keep in mind this German Shepard was trained to devour any human that dared jump our backyard fence.
Mother used to tell tales at bedtime about hauntings in our Huntington Beach house; as well as Santa Ana, and North Hollywood. I will not spoil the stories yet to be told. However, the stories I heard were crueler than any horror story any child dare listen…
My motive for writing this book is purely self-indulgent. This story, and the two that will follow are a trilogy. They are all about ancient evil’s, deities and peoples that roam the earth, searching for chaos and destruction. Or vice-versa.
One place that haunts me most is Tongva Burial Ground, and Gospel Waters. I started wandering about the house I lived in, and the continued hauntings, which by my late teens, became a part of my daily life. No big deal. It was comforting finding out that half kids in the sixth grade shared the same ghostly hauntings as me. Doors opening and closing by themselves again. You walk in your bedroom alone at night. Electricity runs through your body, you turn, and run out. These stories comforted me. Now I can live a normal life, just like all the other kids.
I slowly complied facts from people in my neighborhood, old and young. Both in California Classic and S&S Homes. I will not give away what was found, or what was experienced. Again, read this book.
Reference to the Angel Ouija board is true. An acquaintance of my younger sister, built one of those things. The damn thing worked. And too well. It was constructed from cardboard and colored pens. I will not say what happened after. Clues are left in my other stories.
I thought of the Prussian War, World War One, World War Two, Vietnam, North Korea, and now the thirty-year war in the Gulf, which I believe is Biblical. Is it human nature to hate and destroy what we do not understand? Or is the Bible a fraud. Is Lucifer a product of the One World Government and technology?
If God does not exist, why would evil? Have we not learned from our mistakes? In Revelations, we continue to be punished for the sins of mankind. And if I understand the book of Revelations. We have little time left.
The Tongva is proof, in my opinion that evil exist. They never aggressed on another society. They were peaceful, worshiped the land and took care of each other. They were punished by a monarchy who didn’t understand them, look at them as beast and were greedy. Thinking back on the Twin Towers Attack, would you say that evil exist?
As Americans we’ve forgotten what is important. We’ve mysteriously been brainwashed to believe the attack in New York was our fault. We forget the act was murder, brought upon the American people and our children. The teachings of murder and hate are now widespread throughout our country and communities.
The Tongva, warned future generations of these teachings. And the consequences of the Western World’s actions.
What have we learned? From my knowledge, well, nothing. I also believe the worst is yet to come, if we continue losing or faith in each other.
Enjoy the read. I wrote it in movie format. It’s more vivid this way.
Sincerely,
Mike Eicherly
Brief History
Tongva Indians, renamed Gabrielinos by the Spanish, were the original people of Orange County and Los Angeles Basin. According to written history, Tongva, or people of the Earth, arrived in this area over 7,000 years ago. A peaceful tribe, their land
stretched from South Orange County, Malibu, Santa Monica and San Gabriel Mountains or Hidakapu. There numbers were most plentiful in Orange County. This was due to natural artesian spring wells, moist soil, and ocean proximity. Unfortunately, this also made the land ideal for the white settlers or Spanish conquistadors. Later, other white settlers would also call the region Gospel Waters.
By 1771, Tongva culture was almost wiped out by the Spanish. Horrific acts of genocide and slavery were brought upon the people.
Later, contractors and construction companies would dig up the lands, desecrating Indian burial sites. Proper reburials were not given.
Tongva culture states that “as a buried body decays and mixes with soil, the tribe’s relationship with the Earth is renewed. Removal of skeletal remains breaks this key connection.”
Chapter One
It is late afternoon over a Tongva village in South Orange County, nestling the Pacific Ocean. Kiche huts are abundant. Smoke from campfires fill the air. The sky is orange. Woman are doing their dinner chores as the younger females watch and learn. An elder of the tribe shows a soon-to-be warrior how to sharpen a blade made from cougar and shark bones. Then cutting the animals flesh. The warrior observes the weapon with a curious eye. He swipes his finger across the blade, drawing blood from, his finger. Young males sit in a circle listening to an elder speak of the Tongva people and their goals to flourish with the land, nature, other tribes and livestock.
A beautiful young woman takes her third and final bath in the river for the day. She is well formed, with inviting hips, full breast and round buttocks. She seductively rubs her naked body as a young male admirer watches from the river edge. He smiles as he squats down and looks her over. The woman turns her back towards him, then shyly looks over her left shoulder then smiles back at the young man. The young male has now chosen his bride and will offer sacrifice to the chief; in order to take her hand in marriage. The young woman displays her luscious body, as she rubs her breast, then thighs. She seductively looks at the male, then bends over showing more of her. She turns sideways, then slowly takes her left leg out of the water, rubbing it provocatively. She sits in the water, then lifts both legs out of the water. She gently rubs her feet, as the young warrior looks onward and smiles.
It is now almost nightfall. The village is fully lit by campfires, keeping danger away. A young male warrior inspects each campfire, observing everything is compliant with chief’s orders.
Young Tongva warriors look out over the landscape, keeping an eye out for danger. A tall male in his early forties returns from a day of hunting. He holds a spear, two wild horses, and displays a dead mountain cougar laying atop his horse. The warrior lets out a cry, as he holds up his spear.
The son of the warrior speaks to his mother in a Kiche hut, then runs out to greet his father. The woman stands outside the kiche hut with a big smile. She carries a three-month-old baby on her back as she quickly prepares the sitting area around the campfire. She looks upon the marshes as her husband has returned. She raises her head to the sky, gives thanks to the god’s, then waves at her man. The woman’s hair gently sways with the wind blowing from the ocean.
The hunter greets the Tongva woman just outside the camp circle. He looks her over with admiration, they then touch foreheads, smiling together.
The Tongva hunter speaks to his boy with authority. The boy moves quickly doing what he is told. He takes away the horses away quickly and ties them to wood stakes deep in the earth.
The young boy smiles with satisfaction, knowing the chief will be pleased by his father’s offering. The hunter brushes his wife’s face with his hand, as he walks abreast with her back to their camp site.
It is now dark over the Tongva village. The sound of nature can be heard everywhere as ocean seagulls and sparrows fly north.
The hunter and his family sit around the campfire. The meal is abundant with corn, flat bread, beans, fish, and lots of cougar meat.
The hunter looks to the heavens, as he admires his family. He notices a star shooting across the sky. The star reminds him of his grandfather. He was a great warrior and teacher of the peoples. He told his grandson-warrior, that he would watch from fire in the sky. He also remembers his grandfather’s stories about ancestors leaving messages in the heavens, land and the ocean. The hunter quickly prays it is an omen of peace and not war.
The hunter hears a sound in the distance. He quickly stands up and looks around. He bends down slowly, grabs his spears as he looks in the distance. A sound of coyote cries. The birds become silent. The hunter stands up and looks forward. An arrow from a crossbow hits the hunter right in his forehead. The hunter falls to his knees and screams; letting out a fierce battle cry. The hunter stands up trying to remove the arrow from his forehead. He yells at his wife, telling her to take their young children in the kiche hut. The hunter closes the kiche and grabs his spear. He struggles and sways as two horses quickly pass. As the warrior struggles walking, a conquistador yelling a battle cry rides full stride toward him. The hunter grabs his hand knife and jumps up on the horse. He pulls the invader off the horse and jabs the knife in his chest. The warrior plunges the knife so deeply, he tears out the invaders heart. Chunks of his heart and chest are seen on his knife, as the warrior shakes off the flesh, and throwing it to the ground.
The Tongva warrior cries in victory. His screams and cries are so loud, they are deafening to the ears. He hopes he can be heard from miles away.
Other Tongva warriors and hunters grab their weapons. An array of arrows, knifes, spears, hand axes, and throwing knives are being sought after, as the Most of the women take their children and hide in the kiche huts.
One of the Tongva warriors, order some of the warrior women, to stay and fight to death.
A conquistador rides full speed towards a female warrior. He misses with his crossbow. She responds by throwing a hand axe at his head. The strike his successful, throwing the man off his horse. Blood spraying upward from his left eye. The female Tongva warrior runs to the enemy and grabs the hand axe. She butchers the remains of his bleeding skull until his screams end. She yells in victory as she chases down another conquistador. Full stride, she jumps on the back of his horse and wrestles him to the ground. She grabs a knife made of cougar bones and cuts his throat. Then she rips out his larynx. She holds the dripping wet flesh to the sky, screaming in victory.
Another conquistador falls off his horse. The Tongva male, with the arrow in his forehead runs at him, then jabs a knife in his heart. He finishes the job by striking the conquistador on the head with his hand axe. Screaming in anguish, he takes the man’s Toledo sword, holds it up to the sky, and hollers. He continues to thrash the conquistador with his own dull sword. He pushes downward on the enemy neck, until the conquistador head dislodges from his shoulders. The Tongva viciously attacks another conquistador.
The blood loss and brain trauma from the crossbow, throws off the warrior equilibrium. The conquistador rides towards the Tongva warrior’s father. He yells a battle cry as the hunter looks up. The hunter’s eyes are now blurry with blood. His legs now begin to weaken, and his heart begins to painfully beat with each battle
With one last jolt of pain, the warrior yanks the arrow from his forehead, as a squirt of blood drains form his skull. The Tongva warrior will not give up. His tribal elders spoke of this day, and he knows that this fight will be his last.
His tribe has heard stories of the coming invaders, from the Southeast. He knows they do not come in peace. The hunter has a quick flashback as a young man. He remembers the stories and training. His life quickly flashes, as he remembers his bride and family. His first killed cougar. He learned future battles against the enemy will result in a good death. If he fights, the gods will reward him in heaven.
Finding it difficult to breathe. The warrior runs toward another conquistador. The invader just finished his kill. He looks at the Tongva warrior and laughs, taunts him. Calling the Tongva a monkey, and abomination of man.
> The conquistador curses, then holds up his sword and yells. He runs at the conquistador full stride and jumps at the man on his horseback. With great success, the young hunter strikes a blow in the conquistador’s neck. The conquistador falls to the ground as the Tongva warrior removes his sword. He then beats the enemy with his bare hands. He continues until every bone in the conquistador face is crushed. As the enemy lay in the dirt, The Tongva warrior takes the Toledo sword, then thrust it down the throat of the conquistador. The Tongva warrior then removes the dull blade and jabs it into the enemy stomach. Chunks of flash are seen on the Spanish dull blade.
The Tongva warrior hears a cry then looks to his right. The second wave of the attack begins as the sound of a harquebus goes off. The falling Tongva warrior lay back on the earth. The Spaniard on horseback looks over his kill, marks it then smiles. The conquistador points and rides on as the sounds of gun shots, murder and fury are heard in the background.
The wife of the Tongva warrior observes the battle as she peeks out of the kiche hut. Her young baby begins to cry. The wife begins to breast-feed, trying to keep her baby quiet. Her two teenage boys rummage through their belongings. They each grab weapons and vow to protect their mother until death. The teary-eyed Tongva mother wraps the small infant female in a rabbit fur blanket. She places a shell necklace and other precious belongings with the infant. The infant smiles at her mother as she brushes her hand over the baby’s hair. The woman knows this will be the last time she nestles her child.
Conquistadors have now invaded the Tongva village. The first wave of attack is now complete as the Spanish utilize their harbeques. The second wave now proves more successful. The Tongva are unprepared for the effectiveness of the close-range Spanish weaponry. Hundreds of Tongva males fall to the sounds of pain and murder. Other conquistador follow-up with Toledo swords.
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