Jane Carson-Sandler, a native of Northern New Jersey, entered the US Air Force Nurse Corps in 1969 and retired in 1999 after serving 30 years of active and reserve duty. Seven years after entering the military, she was raped in her own home while her three year old son was lying beside her. Thirty eight years have passed. This notorious rapist and serial killer, known as the East Area Rapist (EAR), has raped 50 women and has murdered twelve people including men and women in California. He still has not been caught. With raw emotion, Jane's story entails how she survived not only this trauma, but some other bruising encounters with death such as her battle with alcohol and other serious health issues. Through the Grace and love of God, Jane went from being a victim to a survivor. She describes her God inspired journey in making this transition in hopes of helping and inspiring others. Jane holds an MA in Management from Pepperdine University and a BS in Nursing from California State University. In February of 2013, Jane was interviewed on the TV program "Dark Minds" on the Investigation Discovery Channel. Frozen in Fear is the amazing story of one brave Christian woman's spiritual journey from a life-threatening rape, alcoholism and complete despair to God's healing through his peace and grace. A great inspirational read. -John Kelly, Profiler, Co-Star Dark Minds Frozen In Fear A True Story of Surviving The Shadows Of Death By Jane Carson-Sandler iUniverse Copyright © 2014 Jane Carson-Sandler All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4917-3599-2 Contents Preface, vii, Dedication, ix, Chapter 1 Morning of Fear and Terror, 1, Chapter 2 Who Was It Who Raped Me?, 6, Chapter 3 Armed and Waiting, 11, Chapter 4 Fear Revisited, 15, Chapter 5 Early Years, 18, Chapter 6 Unexplainable: Apart from God, 28, Chapter 7 Turning Pain into Power, 41, Chapter 8 Wounds Heal, Scars Remain, 49, Chapter 9 My Life Now, 52, Chapter 10 Questions, 56, CHAPTER 1 MORNING OF FEAR AND TERROR It was about six thirty in the morning when my husband, Bill, left for work and my three-year-old son, Paul, climbed into bed with me. I heard the garage door close and then saw a light flashing down the hall. My first thoughts were, What has Bill forgotten? Why the light? Why is he running? My questions were answered immediately when I looked up and saw a ski-masked man with a large butcher knife shining a light in my face. I started to scream while the intruder put his knife to my chest, making some small cuts in my skin. Then, in a muffled voice, through clenched teeth, he said, "Shut up, or I will kill you! I just want your money." Okay, I thought, maybe he just wants to rob me and be out of here. I knew he was lying about just wanting money when his next step was to tightly tie both our hands and feet with shoelaces, gagging my son and me with cloths, and also blindfolding us. Paralyzed with fear, I felt my heart racing so fast that I thought it would explode straight through my chest. Here we were, completely defenseless, completely vulnerable, and utterly terrified. My precious son, Paul, was lying next to me. What was the intruder going to do next? Was he going to rape me or maybe kill us? I did not have the strength or opportunity to overcome him. He had the power, and he had the control. We were at his mercy, totally his victims with no way to defend ourselves. Before tying us, he ripped sheets in a quiet, ritualistic manner. Why was he so quiet? What was he thinking? What was he planning? I heard him rummaging through my dresser drawers. He would leave the room and then return. What was this SOB after? What did he want from us? These questions were soon answered. As he started untying my feet, I knew he was after more than money. Before he got on top of me, I slid over to touch Paul, but he was gone. Oh my God! What has he done with my son? Where is Paul? Has the intruder hurt him too? Is Paul still alive? I thought maybe Paul was moved back to his bedroom so the rapist would have more room to maneuver on the bed while he raped me. When I tried to speak through my gagged mouth, the rapist again repeated, "Shut up, or I will kill you." Due to my overwhelming fear and state of shock, I do not remember much about the rape. I do not recall if he climaxed, but I do remember that he had a small penis. Afterward, the rapist brought my son back into the bedroom with me and threatened to kill us if he heard a sound. The rapist then proceeded to the kitchen where I could hear the refrigerator door being opened and the rattling of pots and pans. Was he really going to eat something now? How sick! After lying there for what seemed like hours, I spit the cloth out of my mouth and pulled the blindfold down with my tongue. I could see the light coming through the blinds. I did not hear any more noise in the kitchen, and I knew I had to get up. I was too scared to make a move, as the rapist could reappear and perhap