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Suddenly a knock came, it was his estranged wife, "Darling I am sorry, and I need you in
my life",
She begged that he would answer, then decided use her key, as she entered she was calling,
"Darling where are you? it's me"
As she came in from the kitchen, slamming closed the back door, she spied him lying
injured, on the hallway floor.
He called to her "come closer, for I think that I will die, and before I do my darling I
need you at my side"
She knelt down beside him, placed his head upon her knee, she panicked as she looked
around, the body she did see,
"Who is that?" she asked him, "that girl with golden hair, and why is she wrapped up in a
rug at the very top of the stairs?"
The voices spoke again to him, "kill her or she will tell, if you kill her now we promise
you can have her down in hell"
He beckoned she come closer, as on his words he seemed to choke, and as she trustingly
moved into him, he stabbed her in the throat.
It was several days later before the bodies were ever found, the blond haired girl up the
stairs, and the couple on the ground.
Police were called to investigate,and the verdict of their fate, this was a crime of
passion, of vengeful female hate.
They concluded that the wife returned unexpected to the home, and when entering the
property found her husband not alone,
In fits of rage and jealousy she took a sword from off the wall, her intention was to
murder them, death to one and all.
They believed the girl was just to heavy for the wife to move downstairs, even commenting
and complimenting the girls beautiful blond hair,
With her husband now, she pushed him, as he fell against her knife, he must of been
reluctant, to harm his estranged wife.
The lovers dead she could not face the truth of what she''d done, and slit her throat in
sheer disgust of the vengeance she had spun.
Opening up the boot of the car, that the wife had been seen driving, something wrapped in
a woolen rug was obviously hiding.
The body of a dark haired man, with a bullet in his head, looked as if for at least 6 days
this fella had been dead.
See what no one ever realised, and no one ever knew, the voices speaking to the man, spoke
to the wife too!
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