SECRET AND STRANGE HISTORY OF THE HUNTER FAMILY
facts, and myths
Dr. C. Wynn-Candy
have here before me, a collection of documents that I have just
been returned to me from an unnamed University here in the province
of British Colombia within the Dominion of Canada. I had sent them
off with the hope of verifying them, however the learned Professors
of that particular establishment did not want to go on record voicing
their opinion. Although they could not prove them to be false or
part of an elaborate hoax, they certainly did not want to go on
to publicly proclaim the documents to be true either! What is it
then that I have, that could cause such uneasiness in expert after
expert, and university after university, yet have them pour over
the documents with such utter fascination only to have them insist
that they themselves remain anonymous?
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More importantly, how
did I come upon them? Would you believe it if I told you it was
by utter chance?! If you are of the sort that follows the newspapers,
you might remember my name belonging to the fortunate individual
that in recent years purchased the notable Cranston-Building in
Vancouver. The upper-floors of this establishment, which at one
time were the Penthouse estate of the Hunter family, were being
renovated when an electrician who was at the time reworking some
wiring, punched out a small portion of a wall. It was soon learned
that the wall in question held behind it, a room that was both hidden
Secret Passage...do you see the ghost?
Relics found in Cranston Building
At first it was assumed
it was perhaps an old store room or closet that was walled up in
the passing of years, when it was later discovered that there was
a passage behind the room, that lead the length of the floor into
another much older room that was in a state of considerable mess.
It was filled with items ranging from guns and swords, to clothing
and ancient artifacts. There was an actual Egyptian mummy in the
corner of the room! But most curious of all of these was a chest
holding the items that are now, spread out before me.
These items, are a collection of documents,
transcripts, journals, letters, manuscripts, photo-graphs and illustrations...dated
as recently as the late 1990's and extend as far back in history
as the mid 1770's. Simply put, they center around two subjects;
One being the lineage of specific members of a family known as the
Hunters, and the other being an heirloom within that family, a ring,
known as the Oculus Infernium. Although the heirloom is often referred
to with other names such as The Ring, the Monster Carbuncle, the
Devils Eye, and the like. It would seem that this ring has been
passed down through the generations, most often from Uncle to nephew,
and the successor of this peculiar, atrocious ring would then be
drawn into the world of the bizarre and super-natural!
In the state of Louisiana you
will not find the town of Amberville anymore. It became something
of a ghost town sometime around the early 1950's. And it isn’t
on any map before then either, which makes researching and exploring
the background of Major E.R. Hunters experience incredibly difficult.
As I have mentioned, since it
became a ghost town in the 50's, one will not find it on any current
map. Even at the time, Amberville was not officially a town, which
could explain why Major Hunter could not find it on his map when
he was lost in the swamp, coming to the town by utter chance. This
could also explain why he could not find his bearings once he was
in the small town as well, preventing him from leaving.......
In 1803 in what was to become known
as the Louisiana Purchase, Napoleon I sold a region of land and
area to the United States for the sum of $15,000,000. During that
time, some settlers and business minded individuals set up a small
settlement in the vicinity of a monastery of Benedictine Monks and
called it “Merveille.”
The site of the town was excellent
in many ways. It’s location by the river that fed into the
Mississippi which allowed shipping into New Orleans and beyond,
and secondly, while much of the surrounding land was swampy and
boggy, the land in this particular area seemed much dryer. What’s
more, it was located next to a beautiful and scenic lake.
At first, the town of Merveille became
quite prosperous, even if it was in such an obscure and remote location.
The relationship with the town and the monks was perfect as well.
With the town prospering as it was, a large chapel resembling a
European cathedral was built on a hill that was perfect for the
location. Perfect in the sense that while much of the swampy land
caused a casket that was buried in the ground to eventually rise
to the surface, the ground on the hill was solid and dry enough
to allow it to remain underground.
One of the most prominent and most
prosperous of Merveilles businessmen was a gentleman by the name
of Robert D’Amber. How he made his money is not known, but
he had a large manor house built outside of the limits of the town
some miles away that he called “Mont-St-Martin.” Craftsmen
from New Orleans spent five years building it. When it was done,
it was the most stately building in the region. An evening at Mont-St-Martins
was considered a social event.
Sometime in the late 1860's, just
before Louisiana was admitted back into the Union, mosquitos from
the lake carried malaria into the town, infecting many. At first,
only a few died, but eventuality, the whole town was infected. Nearly
everyone was slowly wasting away with fever. Those that were not
abruptly left. Almost as quickly as it had sprung up, Merveille
soon fell apart as its residence either died or fled. Some moved
off into the swamps, or took up with Pirates that operated on the
river and had now cut the towns people off, isolating them. However,
the residence of Mont-St-Martin were far enough from the lake not
to be effected. Nonetheless, without the business of the thriving
town or the use of the river, D’Amber also saw his fortune
dwindle to nothing.
By the time his children had grown
and took over the house, it was barely getting by as a plantation,
and the manor itself was made into a hotel called “Hotel D’Amber”
or as most referred to it, the Amber Hotel. As time passed the town
of Merveille faded into memory, and some residence took up to living
near the Amber Hotel. The small area became known as Amberville.
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The small town poked along quietly until
Guy Lemeux became the mayor and had an idea to turn the area into
a resort. The Hotel was renamed the “Hotel Royal” and
Lemeux did his best to advertise it. In 1937, a series of strange
and unspeakable events occurred that caused much anxiety in the
town. What it was exactly has never been clarified, and folk tales
of spirits or a curse are common. What ever it was, Lemuex as well
as the other towns people were desperate to hush it up, or end it
entirely, least it blow their chances of bringing tourists into
the area and ruining its chances of becoming a legitimate town.
|Home of sarah Amberville. 2003
||The Pink Kitty Bordello. 2003
Eventually, nothing could save the
town from economic ruin, and Amberville became a ghost town and
the cemetery was swallowed up with weeds and shrubs until recently.
The surrounding areas are now being redeveloped into housing communities,
and the cemetery has recently been restored, although it is “rumored”
that it will be relocated for a shopping mall.
If you are one of the many people
who have a certain interest or fascination regarding the Hunters,
then you are familiar with the secret sense of pleasure one feels
on the rare occasion of meeting another like minded individual who
also shares a captivation with the strange family.
The first thing one is likely
to do is discuss enthusiastically what strange piece of information
you have mutual knowledge of, or trade strange tales that you may
have heard from one source or another, and then wonder as to what
aspects of it may be true, and others so bizarre that they just
can not be.
The second thing most likely
to occur is to express immense frustration at the lack of information
regarding the family heirloom. That is to say, the ring called the
Oculus Infernium. Search as one might, finding information surrounding
the elusive ring seems quite hopeless. At best, you might find some
information regarding the late actor, Rudolf Valentino...
Finding information regarding the
Hunter family ring might seem impossible. Indeed, more often than
not, what information one may have, or have heard, is most likely
to have come from someone else’s lips rather than from the
printed page. Almost everyone has heard of the Rudolf Valentino
connection. Virtually no one has seen it, and various descriptions
are common. Often it is referred to as a plain gold band with strange
writing on it. But it would seem that they have confused this cursed
ring with another.
What then can we say we know for sure about the ring?
It came from Asia.
It was one of three
Valentino had one of them
The Hunters had the other one.
One is displaced.
And sinister forces surround them
Therefore, the best course of action
would be to investigate each one of these facts. For years people
have speculated the many different theories surrounding these facts
and the ring. However, with the recent unearthed documents recovered
from the Cranston Building, we can for the first time verify and
reveal some of the rings secrets.
|Rare photo of the Oculus Infernium
||Photo from Hunter family insurance inventory
Many have speculated what the
ring might have looked like, but now for the first time we have
actual photos of the ring. These rare photos were taken in 1984
by Lloyd's of London for insurance purposes. It is described as
"...a platinum ring, with a
dark red ruby in the center, estimated to be approximately 350 years
According to the Hunter documents,
the ring first came into possession of the family sometime in the
early 1700's. It is pictured as coming from a stolen hoard of Spanish
treasure. Among the items was a golden idol covered in gems. The
idol was melted down by a German jeweler and the gems used to make
Recent entries made by Arthur
Hunter in 1968 confirm that the ring worn by Rudolf Valentino was
in fact one of the three rings. Somehow it had made it way to San
Francisco around 1920 where it was bought by Valentino and even
worn in his movie, The Young Raja.
The movie turned out to be a box office disaster and Valentino died
shortly after. Later the actress Pola Negri took the ring as a memento
to remind herself of him, and soon became so ill it finished her
career. Afterwards she had met Russ Colombo who was a spitting image
of the late Valentino. Soon after taking the ring, he was shot to
death under mysterious circumstances.
||Rudolf Valentino and his cursed
Colombo’s cousin gave the ring
to his best friend, Joe Casino. He scoffed at the curse and after
wearing it, was hit by truck and killed. His brother inherited the
ring, and kept it locked at home until it was stolen by a burglar
named James Willis who, while wearing it, was shot to death by a
police officer during his getaway. When a movie was being made of
Valentino, Del Casino lent the ring to actor Jack Dunn who wore
it for the audition, and within weeks died of a rare blood disease.
It was then kept in a vault in a Los Angeles bank until it was stolen
by Alfred Hahn. He was badly wounded in a gun fight with the police.
As for the third ring, the
documents state several times that the Hunter family believed that
the unaccounted third ring is in the possession of the Frontenac
Indeed, peculiar events followed these
rings! This eerie knowledge of Valentino’s ring is of public
record. Imagine then what strange series of events have followed
the Hunter family with their ring!
Well imagine no longer. Now
you will be able to read the strange tales that have followed the
Hunters each time a family member takes possession of the ring:
The Oculus Infernium!
WAS SARAH AMBERVILLE?
Although it happened long ago, I still remember the
events as if they had happened yesterday. And while much of it is
blurred in the misty depths of my memory, it is the funeral of Mr.
Fouchette that the awaking of my recollection begins....
The story ZOMBIE HUNTER would not be possible were
it not for the journals and the memoirs of Sarah Amberville. Although
there have been some rumors...and indeed, finding Lot Items No.
31, 741, and 742 did contain letters sent from both Major Hunter
and Doctor Rexworth discussing the incident that took place long
ago in the back water town of Amberville...it was Sarah Amberville’s
diary and memoirs that were sent to the Hunter Estate in 1999 that
finally shed light on the incident.
With only the letters of Hunter and Rexworth the account
would seem rather...surreal. There were still many gaps in the story
as well as many unanswered questions considering it was told from
just one point of view. For example, from the perspective of Mjr.
Hunter and Dr. Rexworth it all seems business as usual. One gets
the impression that the whole thing was just some minor annoyance.
A matter easily dealt with had the town really applied themselves.
Hunter seems unconcerned if the reports of zombies are true or not.
He was just happy for the occasion to fire his cherished Lee-Enfield
rifle. Hunters interpretation gives the feeling he just could not
take the whole situation seriously. But coming from such a strange
and bizarre family, perhaps it was simply old hat to him? To his
mother he writes:
...by the way, speaking of drunken Frenchmen,
I have been fighting monsters. Rather forget the name I’m
afraid. I think they call them goblins. Remember the stories of
Great Uncle Remington, fighting a vampire? Its that sort of thing.
Can’t say too much as it’s all rather hush-hush. Well,
must be off. Have to save the town, don’t you know. Just like
in the pictures!
P. S. Please send chocolate.
Dr. Rexworth is equally unimpressed. Although he
seems to be well aware of what is happening, his letters tell the
story of one who is just seen a strange sight on a foreign holiday,
and after writing it down, is no longer bothered with it. In a telegram
to his brother he says:
I SAY STOP WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE VOODOO STOP HAVE
HAD REMARKABLE EXPERIENCE WITH THEM STOP VERY INTERESTING BUT ILL-BREED
STOP NEED TO KNOW IF SILVER BULLETS SLAY ZOMBIES STOP IS GARLIC
HELPFUL STOP MUCH DEBATE REGARDING THE ISSUE STOP IN A BIT OF A
BIND COMMA COULD YOU PLEASE SEND FUNDS STOP MAY REQUIRE PURCHASING
SILVER TO FEND OFF ZOMBIE SLASH FRENCH HORDE STOP YOU’RE BROTHER
A. J. FULL STOP
However, Sarah’s diary spells a much sinister
And I chilled when, from somewhere in my mind a voice
asked me...save us from what?
Sarah was born in the small town of Amberville in
the spring of 1927. Her mother died from Tuberculosis when Sarah
was only three years of age, and her father raised her alone, working
as a barber. It is not a coincidence that Sarah and the town share
the same name: She is a decedent of Robert D’Amber.
Sarah’s father, Henry Amberville, was the last
of the line of the D’Ambers. Considered among many to be very
bright, it was expected that he would go to collage and become a
doctor. However, when he was studying medicine in Jacksonville,
Mississippi, he met a young lady by the name of Sandra Krutsch-Schuller,
and fell deeply in love with her. The Krutsch-Schuller’s were
Lutherans, and the D’Amber family were devout Roman Catholics.
The result was that Henry’s mother forbid the very idea of
any marriage. When Henry refused, his allowance was cut off and
he dropped out of school. He was so upset with his family that he
changed his last name from D’Amber, to Amberville, and never
spoke with his relatives again. Six years later his family were
killed by an outbreak of Malaria and Henry and his wife moved back
to Amberville where Sarah was born four years later.
Sarah’s family made a modest living and resided
in a small shack. Sarah was well liked in the town, and while they
were poor, her father enjoyed the reputation of being very wise
and knowledgeable and was often sought out for advice. Sarah on
the other hand, was rather infamous for her dreams that always seemed
to have come true, and so she too was often asked for advice, albeit
in the mystical sense. She was one of the few people who could read
and write in the town, demonstrated great skill in mathematics and
could speak both french and german. All schooled to her by her father.
Sarah’s letters and journal explain that the
town was cursed but never explained why, or cursed by who. She did
say however, that while the priest claimed that the town was cursed
by God for sinning, she said that the town was cursed only in the
sense that God was using them to test their virtue, and she believed
many people in the town were indeed virtuous. But why, or what caused
God to single out the small town and test them time and time again
with one hardship after another, she never did say.
Years later, when Sarah grew older she moved to Florida
where she met her husband. A solder from the second world war. He
was killed in Korea, and she married again and had four daughters.
She spent the rest of her days in Cape Coral, until she passed away
in 1999. When her daughters had looked over the letters she had
kept, they sent them, along with her journals dated from 1936 -
1988 to the Hunter estate.
In Sarah’s’s dreams, she described the
zombies merely as people who’s souls were sucked from heaven,
and were now trapped in their rotting earthly shells. In one dream
I could see a field. It was green and full of
flowers. There were white marble statues everywhere. Monuments.
The sun was bright and I could see people walking around. It was
like a park. The people were happy. They talked and laughed. Picnicked
in the grass. Children who seemed to not have seen their parents
in years ran to them in open arms. One child leaped into her mothers
arms and said “Oh, Mother! I missed you! I missed you so much!”
and the mother replied “I know, dear. I was watching you the
whole time.” It seemed to me so wonderful I smiled, and then
I looked and I saw another women standing in the distance. She was
beautiful and the sun made her blond hair shine, as though it were
made of polished gold or from the light of the sun. I realized I
recognized this woman. She was my mother and she held her arms out
I began to run to her, but when I did the sky
clouded over. The land went dark and the sun was blotted out by
a black cloud. The peoples faces changed from happiness to worry.
A cold wind blew from nowhere and the children cried. Women ran
into the arms of their husbands. Trees suddenly withered and the
grass grew long and yellow. The bright marble stones turned grey
and dirty...chipped and worn. And to my horror, the people withered
as well! Their skin turned black and shrank back, twisting their
faces into a ghastly grimace. Their clothes rotted.
When the wind stopped I realized that I was
standing in the old graveyard of Merveille cemetery, surrounded
by walking dead...and my mother was gone.
EDMOND REMINGTON HUNTER
Edmond Remington Hunter was born in
Norfolk England, July 13th, 1893 to an upper middle class family.
He attended Eaton Collage, but was asked to leave when he was caught
screwing the wife of his history Professor. Hunter’s challenge
to his Professor to a duel with pistols was answered with a lawsuit
that was mysteriously dropped when the Professor mysteriously disappeared.
Feeling somewhat dejected, Hunter
decided to join the Royal Navy but felt “uneasy” being
around a bunch of randy sailors whom he referred to as “steaming
left footers.” He was however, able to receive a commission
with 72nd Seaforth Highlanders when he was 20. Having just read
The Four Feathers and feeling very pleased with himself,
he believed that he was going to be enjoying a life of sitting in
easy chairs and barking orders at natives across the British Empire,
whilst pleasuring himself with the local women. It was much to his
dismay then, when the Great European War broke out six months later
and he was shipped to the front.
Lieutenant Hunter arrived at the front
in September of 1914 and was introduced to his Commanding Officer.
Hunter quickly made a point of having sex with the Commanding Officer’s
mistress. “Because she was there!” He declared at his
trial. He was then transferred to the Canadian regiment of the Seaforth
Highlanders with the hope that he would die horribly. In any case,
he kept his British uniform as well as his fathers “lucky
regimental Badge from his Zulu helmet.
Hunter was promoted after a controversial
maneuver called the Hunter Affair.
During Christmas of that year, the Germans sent out several soldiers
with white flags carrying gifts to exchange with the British. Both
sides agreed to a cease-fire while they buried some of the dead.
The British returned with some gifts of chocolate and tobacco. Suddenly
a German soldier suggested a game of soccer and both sides agreed
and played in the snow. Hunter, who had been asleep the whole time
stumbled out of the trench in a bit of a daze and saw the field
swarming with Germans. He quickly picked up a Lewis gun and sleepily
machine gunned all of them, single handedly wiped out an entire
German division. British High Command was confused as to what to
do about the affair, but did what it always done when faced with
difficult choices: They gave him a medal and made him captain.
Hunter was made major in another incident that is
in fact recorded at this site (My emphases).
“The Seaforths were engaged
in the bloody battle of Ypres, the Somme, and Vimy Ridge. During
the final battle for Vimy Ridge, Lieutenant D.O. Vicars...took,
unaided, 400 yards of the German Support Line, nearly the entire
Battalion front! Later in the battle, the Commanding Officer, with
one junior officer, two runners and a lewis gun crew, pushed up
a mile in advance of the battalion where
they met...two senior officers armed only with revolvers, and promptly
attacked a party of 50 enemy soldiers, driving them off.
It is a special tribute that the German Communiqué referred
to the Seaforths as "specially picked assault troops."
One of the senior officers mentioned
was Captain Hunter, who at the time was quite drunk and believed
himself to be invincible. It is also worth noting that Hunter’s
revolver was in fact, unloaded! He had viciously clubbed the Germans
with the butt of his pistol, which the germans reffered to as unnecessary.
The Commanding Officer, who for a while was feeling quite heady
with the thought that he and his fellow soldiers alone were taking
so much territory, was immediately crest fallen to find that Hunter
had done it all the day before, armed with only a bottle of scotch
and an empty pistol. What exactly Hunter and his drunken companion
were doing over one mile in German territory has never
been fully explained, and it has been calculated that the odds of
a small group of soldiers making a spontaneous suicide charge one
mile deep into enemy territory, and just so happening to run into
yet another allied suicide squad one mile behind enemy lines
are 8,693,275 to 1.
Major Hunter ran a very tight trench.
Anyone away to the privy more than ten minutes was shot as a deserter.
He claimed he shot down the Red Barron on several occasions, as
well as the Kaiser, Rasputin, and Charlie Chaplin. Each morning
he would make a little fort out of dead Frenchmen and spend the
day shooting at the Huns. In 1922 Hunter personally “captured”
Berlin, only to find out that the war had ended six years earlier.
Oddly enough, the French still gave him a medal for it.
The Oculus Infernium
In 1926 Hunter received word that
his Uncle Remington Hunter had passed away. In his will his Uncle
had left him his ring; the Oculus Infernium.
Almost as soon as Hunter started to wear it he became involved with
a series of peculiar encounters. Attending a seance with his good
friend, Doctor Andrew James Rexworth, a voice called out from the
darkness, speaking in a strange language. An eerie scratching sound
came from nowhere. When the lights were turned on, a piece of paper
on the table they were sitting around had been written on, the ink
still wet. It read: Very nice paper and
ink for the Devil to write with! (It is said that this piece
of paper is now somewhere in the Hunter family home in Vancouver,
In 1937 another strange incident occurred.
Hunter and Rexworth, along with his servant Wang, had become lost
in the back roads of northern Louisiana. Driving aimlessly around
in a storm trying to find a road that would take them to Mississippi,
they accidently stumbled across a town that was not on the map,
and somewhat cut off from the rest of the world. That town was Amberville.
Amberville, it is said, was under
a mysterious curse for unknown reasons. The town was damned with
the living dead who would walk the town at night, attacking the
defenseless townspeople. They thought it strange that he should
suddenly show up at their darkest hour, and when the town learned
Hunter was a war hero, they felt that he was perfect for the task
of ridding the town of the ghastly creatures.
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