Sunday, October 15, 2017

Multiple Shooters Reported: Kymberley Suchomel Facebook Post


Kymberley Suchomel was at the Vegas shooting and reported multiple gunmen.  She died shortly after in her sleep.  Her grandmother reported that she suffered medical issues, including seizure. 

It was reported that Kymberley posted her account of what happened on Facebook which this is allegedly a copy.  

There is a withholding of information in the terrorist attack in Vegas.  Some of what corporate or "main stream media" is reporting is tangential. The confusing statements from the Sheriff indicate an increase of pressure upon him.  

The security guard's cancelation of media appearances is concerning. 

The report that Stephen Paddock's home being "burglarized" is very difficult to accept. To know more, we need actual statements to discern truth from deception.  

Kymberley Facebook 

It is not known if this is a genuine copy of her post.  This is one issue. 
Next, this may be a follow up and commentary to her initial posting on Facebook. 


In respect for her family, the Analytical Question is only about the assertion of multiple shooters.  

Does she reliably report multiple shooters?

This is not to claim deception, but in analyzing witness statements, we look first at deception versus veracity, and then we look to content and then we analyze the quality of the assertion.  

This is where we can discern someone being accurate or not, even when there is no intent to deceive.  



I have been receiving phone calls, messages & texts galore since Sunday night, and I have been providing the same copy & pasted message to each of those who have contacted me. A really quick, vague, account of what happened at the Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas. It has been nearly 72 hours since the nightmare took place, and I am finally able to sit here & put into words my own personal account. I have attached some photos of the fun we did have.
I would first like to give a huge giant thank you to both Casie Barnard & Ricky Ardito, without them I can guarantee you I wouldn’t have gotten out like I did- I would have dropped to the floor, stunned, and I would not have been able to get up. I owe them both my life.
Sunday morning we woke up sore & hungover from the nights before. Friday & Saturday nights were a blast- we drank too much, and fought the crowd to get as close to the stage as possible. We acted like we were in our early 20s and hitting Vegas for the first time; however, when we woke up Sunday we all were in complete agreeance that we would not be doing that again. We decided, instead, to bring in a king sized sheet & sit on the astro-turf in the way, way back & just peacefully watch the concert from our spacious sheet. We also decided to drink the morning and afternoon of, but not the evening, as Ricky, Cassie & Mendy had an early day ahead of them, having to leave at 4am to get Ricky to work Monday morning. When we had full bellies & got our retail fix in-shopping the vendors, we headed to the main stage where we immediately sought out that back sitting area. Unfortunately, we procrastinated getting to our seats for too long, and every spot was taken. We ultimately ended up on the next fake-grass area much closer to the stage- but we still had a decent amount of space & great viewing area, so we spread out our sheet and claimed it our territory. We remember exactly where we were, because most of us (excluding myself) left to go to the bathroom & get water during the concert, so we used landmarks to be able to find each other again. I remember distinctly that one of the bars was to my left and I had to look behind me to see it- thinking maybe I should get one more beer, but I already had a full bladder & I have an irrational fear of porta-potties, so I decided against it. 
We are all hanging out on this sheet, dancing our booties off, enjoying ourselves so much that we took off our boots to get even more comfortable. Casie & I were on opposite sides of our little 5-person group. I was on the far right side, and I had so much room to dance that this guy who walked by, who we called “camo man”, actually said to me “taking up a lot of real estate there, eh?” jokingly. After about 20 minutes of Jason Aldean’s set, I got this overwhelming feeling to go stand over by Casie. I can’t tell you why, but I did. The entire time I was dancing next to her I kept thinking to myself, “why? Why don’t I go back to my spacious area?? There is no room to dance over here.. I am not having a good time over here… okay, on the next song I will”. But, there wasn’t a next song.
From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire crackers were set off. Let me repeat that… FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF. I verbally stated “some asshole just shot of fire crackers in close proximity to so many people”. I was literally pissed off. You could see Jason Aldean look to his left kind of startled by it, but he was also clearly irritated. I would say about 15 seconds later, the first volley of gunfire was released. It was a shorter volley than any of the others, and the gunfire was not as close together either. EVERYONE looked up, down, around. We thought it was more fire crackers at first, but then Ricky reached over, told us all to put our boots on, quickly. And the volley ended. Then people started to panic. The gentlemen behind me looked at me as I was putting on my boots, half laying down, and said “calm down crazy, its just fireworks, jeez”. That is when the 2nd volley went off, Ricky yelled at us all to get down, flat, & we immediately knew there was someone shooting at us. I remember getting down, but I didn’t lay flat for some reason, thinking- oh my gosh, I need to get flatter than I am now, but my body just wouldn’t let me. That was the 2nd volley. At the end of that volley ( I am still struggling to get my boots on), we turned and tried to run, but the people behind us still weren’t moving. I yelled at the lady “RUN! ITS GUNFIRE! RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!” The look on her face was pure terror, but she finally dropped her stuff and turned to begin running…. But then the 3rd volley hit… and it was close. Very, very close to us. I could physically see the impact of the bullets on the astro-turf, I could feel the warmth & the passing of bullets. Once that 3rd volley was over, Casie linked her arm into mine, and we decided at that moment we weren’t stopping- we were getting the Hell out of there. And I do mean Hell. We were in literal Hell. The gentlemen that mocked me stating it was just fireworks fell to the ground, and he never got back up. The lady behind me (who was now in front of me) who was terrified as I told her to run, never got back up. I actually had to physically step over her body to run (something I am still struggling with, so please don’t attack me. I was absolutely in flight-or-fight mode). There was another person to my right who also wasn’t moving. We ran. I don’t know what direction we ran, I don’t know towards which landmark we ran. 

This is reported in the negative; increasing its importance.  The passivity is noted as appropriate.  
This acknowledgment, in the negative, of what she did not know is reliable in context. 

It is important to understand the level of confusion, as well as the brain's ability to discern sound direction (neuroacoustics), especially at both high volume and low frequency.  This is increasingly difficult given echo. 


We just ran. It was at this time our group got split up. Casie & I were together. Ricky, Cassie & Mendy were together. 
We were rounding some sort of corner maybe- and I looked to the right and I saw this large cowboy sitting down with his legs spread, holding a blood-soaked woman. I thought to myself “we NEED to hide”, but as I looked quickly for somewhere to go, the gunfire once again got closer and closer. We couldn’t hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were chasing us. That exact moment is when I started to really panic. That is the exact moment in which I thought this was it, I was going to die, I was never going to see my family again. So, as we are running, we approach this fence where men are throwing women over, and we ran up to it as they had knocked It down, so we were able to get out. As we crossed the threshold of the venue, my mind went straight to other mass shootings and hearing the victim’s families in my head talk about how they never got to say goodbye. I did not want this for my husband (who was at work) & my grandma (who had my daughter, Scarlett). So, at 10:07pm I called my husband franticly leaving him a voicemail- telling him that I loved him and was in the middle of a shooting & I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive. Next, while still running, I called my grandma to tell her the exact same thing. But the gunfire wasn’t stopping this whole time. It wasn’t ceasing. It wasn’t slowing down. And It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. But I know, I just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got. I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing. 100% more than one. 
As we were running, we kept changing direction, because it felt like no matter what direction we took, we were being followed. So we ended up running in a weird triangular path. The first place I remember getting to was a parking lot, and I told Casie (who was slightly in front of me) we needed to get under one of the trucks. She turned to me and started her way back to me, and that is when the gunfire got even CLOSER than ever before. It was RIGHT THERE. It was within the parking lot. Everyone around us was panicking once again. So we ditched the idea of getting underneath a vehicle, and we continued the run for our lives. If you know me, you know I am a big girl, who is out of shape, and who definitely does not run for any reason. But I can tell you I ran like I have never run before.
The 2nd place I remember going by was Hooters- which is where we met back up with the rest of our small group. We ran towards the entrance thinking we could take cover there, but as we got closer, a stampede of people ran out, terrified. We could only conclude that there was another gunman inside of that hotel. This made us even more scared- we had nowhere to go- no one to trust. At some point, we ended up at the airport & even entered the building for safety. Everyone as we entered were screaming at the staff “IS IT SAFE IN HERE?” but we weren’t getting anyone to answer us, so after running about 30 feet into the building, not getting the answers we so desperately needed, we decided it, too, wasn’t a safe spot, so we got out of there quickly and continued running.
After all this running, we were tired, sore & having to stop to cough, gag and even vomit. We ran across an intersection & us & another group of people pleaded with a limo driver to let us in and get us out of there. He was clearly confused & didn’t understand what was going on, so he didn’t let us in. Next, we ran to a taxi van & she was willing to let us in, but she told us her van only held 4 people & she wasn’t going to let the 5 of us in, so we said screw it and continued running. At one point, we ran passed a small liquor store where they so graciously gave us water bottles. We passed UNLV as well.
Some things I can’t remember exactly where we were or at what time of the night they happened. But we were running along what I am guessing was Tropicana Avenue, and this dark colored sedan drives by, slows a little, and a smaller Hispanic, dark-haired woman leans out the window, and she yells something we couldn’t understand in a clearly taunting manner. It really freaked us out, because again, we didn’t know who we could and could not trust.
I don’t remember at which time, but at some point, Ricky was reminded by Cassie that his Uncle Manny lived in Vegas. He called him, and we made a plan to meet him at a grocery store a couple miles away to get picked up. We finally made it to him, he shoved us all in his car, drove us to our hotel (we stayed off the strip), waited for us to pack (this literally took us all of 10 minutes max to do), and escorted us to the freeway to get us home. A HUGE thank you to Uncle Manny for his love, generosity & kindness.
The what-ifs still kill me. What if we hadn’t decided to be chill that night? What if we went to the same sardine-like spot we were in the two previous nights? What if we had been drinking as much as we had been Saturday night? Would we have had the reaction time to escape? What if I hadn’t had the desire to move next to Casie? Would we have been separated? There are still so many what-ifs from that night.
I have bene watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my family. And it just doesn’t make sense. The story that are feeding everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts.

The soft language shows a resistance to calling it "false" or "fake news", etc. 

There is something wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask me. There are multiple people stating that there was a lady towards the beginning of the evening who had made her way up to the stage warning people that we were all gunna die- her and her boyfriend were escorted off the premises. Why has she not been mentioned by authorities? Every single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and at least one from the ground- why aren’t we being taken more seriously? Tons of things don’t add up. 
I know I am forgetting a bunch of what happened, and I will edit this post to include it as I remember.
I praise our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, for surviving a horrific incident. People were dropping like flies all around me, and there is absolutely ZERO reason why I wasn’t at least struck with a bullet. I left the Route 91 Festival completely unharmed physically, besides some scrapes and super sore bones & muscles. Mentally, however, is a different story. I do okay during the day, but as soon as nightfall hits, I get super scared & anxious. I am even typing this up with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to go anywhere, ever. I can no longer be in any place with large crowds- concerts, festivals, theme parks, zoos, etc. I can no longer trust anyone around me. I can no longer close my eyes without seeing those bodies & hearing the sound of gunfire. I am ruined, as are thousands upon thousands of people.
We were given wristbands to wear for the 3-day event. I can’t seem to take mine off.
We went to Las Vegas for a super fun, down to Earth country concert featuring our favorite artists. We left scared, scarred, traumatized and broken. And for that, we demand answers.


Analysis 
Conclusion 

I do not know if this is a genuine post, but if it is, it is not a reliable witness statement about  were multiple shooters. 

This is not to say that there was not, nor is it to conclude willful deception.  She does not attempt to deceive readers. 

The subject's own confusion is evident.  She may believe there were multiple shooters but as a witness statement:  this is not reliable. 

The processing of information indicates other issues in the statement, including having repeated this account more than a few times.  

18 comments:

Bobcat said...

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We came home from work, Lisa and i work together. It was quiet but the bathroom light was on,we thought she was taking a shower she didn't come out for a few minutes. Finally Lisa knocked on the door and slowly opened it and started screaming. It was the most horrific thing i have ever seen and i was a firefighter for years. It was obvious she had been gone for awhile.
All we really had to go on was the Gardasil vaccine. Within a few days we were contacted by the coroner,he told us she died instantly but could not tell us why. He said it would take 10 weeks to get our answer as to why she was suddenly dead from the forensic team. we finally got the same answer 11 weeks later, we don't know why???????????????????????????????????????????
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Anonymous said...

If the post is real, I believe the statement is true. I do not believe there were multiple shooters based on just this statement alone for several reasons. For people unfamiliar with the sounds and different sounds of firing guns, the sounds can be a confusing and can be mistaken for other sounds. It can sound like tires blowing out, fireworks and more.

Also, as you noted about Peter, the area from where guns are being fired can be deceptive. I live behind a range and I know where the shooting is happening, but living with hills around me, it sounds like it's coming from different areas and if I didn't KNOW where the shots were being fired, I would be surprised to find out it was actually directly behind me.

Rapid firing with different weapons can sound like multiple shooters, especially if some shots are close by and others are further away.

In the statement, people in the exact location are shot and on the ground and it was "hell." I agree. There was terror and chaos and bodies and uncertainty and running in unknown directions. While I am not disagreeing with the statement, I would add that anyone of us in that situation could easily believe we were being chased when running away from the area. Even if we weren't being chased, it wouldn't be unnatural to fear and believe, even if perhaps we were not. Most people, unless trained otherwise, would be in a state of hysteria, making it difficult to focus on facts as opposed to fear.


Although a small window of time, 72 hours later we are told is the approximate time of the writing, it would be impossible to completely process and understand the situation. Gleaning from news reports would not reveal enough information to understand the story and even today, we are still unclear on all the facts. SO... my point is the comment "The story that are feeding everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts" makes sense because "doesn't add up" shows a processing of information is still happening.

We get a little closer to an accusation with "There is something wrong with what they are saying..." but without a firm accusation or declaration, we can't insert one. The end of the statement shows feelings continuing to feel "scared and anxious" which is natural. But if there was any continued paranoia, to call out the news media may be a concern which should be considered as a reason for not coming outright and calling the media liars or for false information.

I don't want to say more on the statement out of respect. My sympathy and and prayers to out to this young lady and her family.

GetThem








Peter Hyatt said...

For people familiar w gun shots, the location and echo can be confusing.

Anonymous said...

Good point. I still wouldn't know where ours come from based on sound only. There are two places they seem to come from, never from the actual location. You just reminded me that just because I know where the shots comes from now, it doesn't mean hearing them tells me from where the shots are coming. I only know, because I know if that makes sense.

GetThem

Fanclub said...

Oh, Peter- Excellent insight as always.

Thank you, sir! I don't know how you never make mistakes, but you never, ever do!

Hey Jude said...

'And it was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us.'

It could be that there were multiple shooters, but also that even a slight movement of the weapon might have made it seem there were multiple shooters, due to the speed at which the bullets were fired, hitting the ground, or people behind, in front, and to the side of them almost simultaneously. I think she and her friend were caught in a volley there, and had been very close to the third volley. She says 'bullets' rather than the sound of gunfire - she was aware of the bullets' close impact, rather than only the sound of gunfire. She also tells her husband she is in the 'middle' of a shooting, which I think refers to perceived location, as she coukd not know if it was 'the middle' time-wise of the shooting - she stated she was in 'the middle' - therefore still *surrounded* by gunfire, which could speak to multiple shooters.

elf said...

I've listened to what audio has been made available and to me, as a lay person, it just sounds like one shooter. On the audio I've heard you hear the rounds of shots, then there's a pause, then more rounds fired, then a pause and so forth. I think the pauses were when he would drop one gun and grab another and/or move to the other window in his suite.
I think the subject really did think there was more than one shooter because of a combination of things; surge of adrenaline, panic, confusion, fear, amd the fight or flight response.

Polly said...

Blogger Peter Hyatt said...
For people familiar w gun shots, the location and echo can be confusing.

October 15, 2017 at 4:42 PM

That is true. Why is she so insistent that the first sounds she heard were fireworks? A lot of people say that gun shots sound like fireworks, I don't understand why she is so sure, and apparently has a NTP, that she heard fireworks before the gun shots? So much so that she repeats the assertion.

Peter Hyatt said...

I think the fireworks is something that she and likely those around her, wanted to believe; a natural self preserving denial.

She is not trying to deceive us but there's plenty wrong in the statement. I commend readers for their restraint.

Peter

deejay said...

Confusion would easily come from echoing shots, shooting from above covering more territory than possible from the ground, shear number of victims, guns modified to shoot much faster than most people have ever heard, changing out the guns quickly to access full clips. Also don't under estimate the effect of Adrenalin and the fight of flight response-people were forced to make life altering decisions with little data and in a very short time. And shot echos sound very different when a hard surface is between you and the bullet, such as a grove of trees or a building. Differing opinions on 'what really happened' make absolute sense!! It is a very hard scenario to grasp due to the amount of evil and planning. After 50 years, and a lot of money spent on scientific studies- people still debate the number of shooters and locations in Dallas when JFK was shot. The stress on Las Vegas survivors is immense- and thus threatens their health. I am sorry they went through this- peace to her family.

Anonymous said...

She reported what she THOUGHT happened. That's all anyone can do.

Don't think the conspiracy theorist won't use that stress to obliterate their health.

One shooter. Easy.

They assumed it was fireworks which is often part of entertainment venues.

Even church parishioners have been known to sit still and watch murders thinking it was a play to make a point.

Anonymous said...

Any thoughts on Hillarys statement on how she broke her toe?
She says she was running down stairs in high heels with a cup of coffee and fell backwards. ?!
You cant run with a cup of coffee. Also why was she running?
Did Bill push her?
It sounds to me like she fell during a struggle.

Polly said...


"From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire crackers were set off. Let me repeat that… FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF. "
I understand that she and others may have believed or wanted to believe that the gunfire was firecrackers, but she still insists, having the benefit of retrospection, that she did, indeed, hear firecrackers before the gunfire. She repeats the assertion in CAPS and then goes on to talk about the FIRST volley of gunfire coming after the firecrackers. Were there firecrackers or not?

Anonymous said...

How did she die if she didn't get shot? She is NOT the only one reporting multiple shooters. I don't know if everyone that was there was confused but multiple people discussed the fireworks and possibility of multiple shooters. It is not like she is this one lone person saying this.

Lucia D said...

A good friend of mine was in Vegas last week. They drove by the concert site, which is full of American flags, memorial signs to loved ones, notes etc. She said both she and her husband were moved to tears.

Caroline said...

I wonder if you can get an accurate witness statement when adrenaline kicjs in and you move like an animal for survival, shutting off your executive functioning and moving based on your anygdala’s alarms. You see that chaos in her confusion and lack of clarity in position, which is very believable but at the sane time inherently inaccurate.
I don’t know why she needed to set the stage for so long and the tone is in striking contrast to the tragedy...people aren’t interested in the accounts of full bellies and shaking booties...these cutesy references strike a discordonant tone to me, a lot of unnecessary detail.She’s maximizing the story for an audience which strikes me as very odd given the terror she also describes. Her trauma symptoms make the long and dissonantly cute intro very bizarre and....almost like a disassociation.

Caroline said...

Also “texts galore” and talking about the fun she did have and attaching pictures of the fun. Without saying too much it’s almost as if she is pleased to have been a part of this historic tragefy and possibly enjoyed weaving long stories before this. I got the impression she was glad to be a part of the story. The shout out is odd to, it reads like an awards thank you. Maybe it’s just mood swings from trauma but that’s not what I really feel.

Peter Hyatt said...

Adrenaline can yield a very sharp witness statement. It depends upon the initial reaction by the subject. If one does not freeze, we may get a very sharp linguistic photo.

I did not go into detail on motive, audience, etc, due to respect for her family after her death.

Her statement reveals lots of repetition of the account.