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Dead Secrets

Dead Secrets
By
David DeLaine Snow

   A week had gone by before the Coroner finally released her husband’s body to the local Funeral Home; a single gun shot to the head confirmed what she had seen for herself -- a suicide. Jillian would never forget finding George slumped over on the blood soaked couch with brain matter splattered against the wall. Nor would she be able to erase having to clean it all up herself.

   Next to a pile of bills and collection notices on the coffee table lay George’s final note; which read: “It all got out of hand and I’m so sorry, but I can’t stop.”
   George’s gambling debts had drained their joint bank accounts, and now Jillian was left holding several unpaid Payday loans. She lost her land line, Cable, and her utilities were being threatened with getting shut off as well. Now, she had to wait for his Insurance policy to kick in from the Post Office, and pay for his cremation. Their eight months of marriage had not seen them do anything more than verbally plan for their future old-aged deaths. Hence the wait began.
   Two days after they took George’s body away, Jillian couldn’t stomach staying at home by herself, and had not quite busied herself with going through his belongings or deciding on what to do with them yet, so she took a long walk. Spencer, her Brittney Spaniel was more than eager for his walk.
   A stone’s throw from their apartment complex was an undeveloped wooded area near a community park, and that’s where Jillian found herself heading. Spencer excitedly tugged at his leash wanting to be released, but Jillian smiled, “Hold up, boy.” Upping her stride to keep pace with him they continued along the curvatures of the winding sidewalk’s path. Three nanny’s with strollers watched their children at play on the ground’s equipment. At the other end of the park a group of men played their friezbee golf, as a middle aged woman was being pulled along by her own pack of twelve dogs. Crazy dog-walkers, go figure, Jillian thought to herself as Spence sniffed for a place to do his business near the wooded area’s tree line.
   Jillian came here every evening after work to walk Spencer, and it was the very place where she first met George, and where he had later proposed marriage to her. It had been their special place, and now that he was gone memories was all she had left. Something in the wooded area on her right caught her attention. Glancing up, she could have sworn she saw George.
   He was quickly walking away from her along a parallel pathway in the woods. She suddenly found herself calling his name out. Even more astounding was when he turned around. It was George!
With wide eyes, Jillian gasped and yelled, “Why the hell did you do it, George?”
   He said nothing. Spencer looked up at her cocking his head, questioning her tone of voice. Checking her dog for any validation that she wasn’t crazy, Jillian looked back into the now empty woods.
   The dog-walker came up from behind her and asked, “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Blushing Jillian quickly replied, “Sorry. I -- Just thought I saw someone I knew.” Then abruptly turned away and headed home crying.
 
 
 Dead Secrets
By
David DeLaine Snow



A week had gone by before the Coroner finally released her husband’s body to the local Funeral Home; a single gun shot to the head confirmed what she had seen for herself -- a suicide. Jillian would never forget finding George slumped over on the blood soaked couch with brain matter splattered against the wall. Nor would she be able to erase having to clean it all up herself.
Next to a pile of bills and collection notices on the coffee table lay George’s final note; which read: “It all got out of hand and I’m so sorry, but I can’t stop.”
George’s gambling debts had drained their joint bank accounts, and now Jillian was left holding several unpaid Payday loans. She lost her land line, Cable, and her utilities were being threatened with getting shut off as well. Now, she had to wait for his Insurance policy to kick in and pay for his cremation. Their eight months of marriage had not seen them do any more than verbally plan for their future old-aged deaths. Hence the wait began.
 
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Jillian entered the bustle of the Police Department, and walked up to the information desk, telling the clerk, “I would like to report a murder.” Everyone turned and looked at her. “Actually, I think I may have some information about those missing people in the news.”


 
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A quiet suburban family had financial problems:
 
The day after her husband is cremated, the wife tries to get on with her life by taking her dog for a walk. On a curving sidewalk that parallels an undeveloped wooded area; she swears she sees her husband walking along a path in the woods. On another day’s walk she notices him again, but then after a few trees she sees a different person altogether. A week later she notices a half buried key on the wooded pathway, when she picks it up she also uproots a chain that leads to a diary, in a zip-lock plastic bag. The diary gives detailed descriptions of seven murders:
Married in Dec, JFMAMJ, died in August
The diary is a Murder-day-by-day, before and afterward account.
7 people died.
February
1-A hooker; 27 year old YeLonda Gomez; sex, smothered by pillow in a motel. {He lost a lot of money, she looked a lot like his wife; who was just arguing w/ him}
March
2-A hooker; 31 year old Marsha McBride; raped, chocked with a cord in car. {arguing w/ wife that electricity was cut off and they had no money!}
April
3-A hitchhiker; 35 year old Amber Packer; taken to her home, hit with hammer to back of head.
April
4-A man waiting on the bus; 22 year old Roland Zimmerman; taken to his home, strangled
May
5-A man needing gas; 27 year old Tilvan Jonston; strangled after getting out of car
May
6- A woman changing her tire; 32 year old Viki Sung; raped, throat cut.
June
7- A boy; 9 year old Joseph Waltermath, smothered; son of the husband‘s employer.
Jillian found a key tucked away in a small compartment in George’s wallet. Stuffed away in a pile of collection notices Jillian found a receipt to a Storage facility. The key went to the lock on a 10’x10’ store room: shovel, cord, pillow knife, bloody clothes and extra clothes.
The husband was the killer.
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can’t gamble anymore , death
Kid was outside, convenient. Why should he look so happy when ever very thing is going bad for me
 
 
She takes the book home and begins reading the entries, realizes what it is becomes fearful that the killer may be watching the area and shes afraid to go to the police, distraught of the suicide of her husband. She later finds a love poem by her husband - how he proposed to her; she’s startled by the similarities of the handwriting and individual characters, “k” and capital “T”s were to those in the diary
Neatly tucked away in the pocket of a folded, button-down collar shirt, Jillian found a note. It was a meticulous drawing of the wooded area, with names and X’s. The sinking feeling registered on her brain that she had discovered a map to where the bodies were buried.
 
NOTE THIS IS NOT EVERYTHING!!!!!! (c) copyright to be sure!!! THERE is a twist!!!

1 comment:

  1. THIS is a Story in the making. There are some very very dark and disturbing thoughts that go into the creation of such a writing venture; I haven't worked on this story in a very very long time; 6 years maybe? BUT there is a "twist" NO SPOILER HERE; but things are not as they appear and the twist is a sad commentary unto itself.
    COMMENTS WELCOMED. Opinions/ Plot/ Spelling etc. anything...

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