It can get quite confusing doing a murder. No doubt some of the readers of this story will know what I’m talking about. Exactly which glass did I poison? Which is the handgun with the special bullet I had made out of the wedding ring? I especially sharpened the carving knife and now I’m not sure which one it was.
Melody had planned the murder of her husband in great detail. When husband Jack came out to his garden shed – he called it his “Man Den” – she would be behind the door and slash him to death with a machete. It would be (she would tell the judge) completely unplanned and in self-defence. “Spontaneous” is the word.
Jack came out to his Man Den immediately upon coming home from work. Melody went out ten minutes prior to that and waited behind the door. It was summer. It was still daylight. Melody could see the calendar pictures of scantily clad women hanging on the walls of his Man Den. It strengthened Melody’s resolve. Why he needed to still have the photo of February 2011 pinned there was anyone’s guess. Melody shivered. Ugh.
Melody heard Jack approach. He entered. She slashed wildly. There was blood everywhere; the February 2011 Calendar Girl was rightly splattered. The hacked body lay on the floor at the door. The deed was done!
Only it was the neighbour who came on Thursdays to mow the lawn.
I feel for Melody. It’s so upsetting when a carefully planned murder goes wrong.
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Don’t I know it. I was just saying the same thing the other day to my 5th wife.
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Poor Melody…the best-laid plans…she could claim it was a suicide by the neighbor. Well no that might not work.
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Did I ever tell you? When I was in North Carolina the neighbors had a feud going for over a hundred years over a pig. There had been 24 suspicious deaths during those years. When I was there a neighbor was found with 18 bullet holes in his back. The sheriff (sick to death of the whole feud thing) declared it to be “The worst case of suicide I have ever seen”!
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You really want to kill yourself when your shoot yourself 18 times in the back.
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Some people are double-jointed.
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LOL….no…I didn’t know about the pig! Oh my gosh…that sounds about right in the deep country.
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They were known as “the gentle rednecks” – and they were the loveliest of people!
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I know exactly what you are talking about… but a word for the wise… don’t mess with their pig.
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Snort!
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Hogwash
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I liked your comment about a NC feud over a pig that lasted a century. We hold on to our grudges! Anyway, my own comment is OOOPS!
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Fortunately we didn’t live in between the two houses – they were both “up the road” – but the Ashville area.
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Well, this is a fine mess you’ve got yourself into, Melody.
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Oopsy daisy!
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Whoopsie!
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I bet the neighbor had it coming too.
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They’re all dead from Covid…
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All of us are dead from covid.
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I am yearning to learn about the backstory of February 2011 Calendar Girl.
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You don’t want to know!
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They always say that the first is the most difficult, so when her husband does arrive things will be easier – and anyway it’s more body parts for the fish to devour so they’ll be grateful.
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You are a sensitive soul with a warm heart Chris. I wish more were like you.
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It’s the quiet ones you have to watch!
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Shhh!
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It’s hard to dig graves silently – perhaps I’ll leave it until there are some roadworks outside!
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When is there not road works?
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🙂!!
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Murder really is a tough game, I hear.
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Serial killing can get quite boring apparently. It’s always the same thing.
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