This autobiography is archived from the original site, circa 2002.

Let me commence my tale with a short autobiography.

I was born Allison Margaret O’Sullivan, in Tulsa, OK on April 5, 1970. My father was a vacuum salesman, my mother a “domestic goddess”. I had one sister, who died when she was a child. (Hit by a car, it was terribly sad for all of us.)

I moved around a great deal, my father constantly uprooting us and shuffling us off to a new, “untapped” market. Not that there were many places in the US that hadn’t heard of or didn’t have the opportunity to buy vacuums…but not many had resident salesmen! Just a handful of the places I lived include…Kansas City, MO; Canton, OH; Erie, PA; Oxford, MD; Fargo, ND; Eugene, OR…the list goes on and on!

As a result I was rather reclusive when it came to making friends and socializing. Every time I got close to someone it seemed we were packing our wagon and heading out…I was awkward and shy for all of my teenage years. I was bashful when it came to going to college, but my father insisted. At the time we were living in Washington state, so I mustered the courage to attend WSCC.

I earned an associate’s degree in Marketing & Sales…following in my father’s foosteps perhaps?…and then took several distance-learning and night courses in journalism studies, at other local schools. I never did get my “official degree”, but managed to freelance writing for local newspapers, and get by enough to rent my own apartment and put food in my mouth.

I moved to Tacoma, WA, when I was twenty-four. I offset my freelance income by waiting tables at a popular restaurant, on weekends. It was there I made my first “real” friends, fellow waitresses and bartenders. They introduced me to Nick, whom they described as a “devilishly handsome Brit” who dined at the restaurant frequently on weekdays. On our first date–dinner & a movie–we really clicked. This was when I was twenty-five, in 1995. Nick was 32.

From 1995 to 2001 I lived with Nick. We rented a sweet little townhouse in Tacoma. I wrote and waited tables, Nick was paid to do paranormal investigations. He also wrote for Fortean journals, and occasionally participated in psychological/parapsychological tests at universities around the Pacific Northwest.

We were engaged to be married in Autumn, 1999. We had set the date for October, 2001. 10/01 came and went, and I am still alone…seeing him in my dreams, knowing he is waiting for me…Nick disappeared on Memorial Day weekend in May, 2001.

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