MURDER ON THE HORIZON

 

The title isn't a cheap ploy to get readers. My intentions are sincere. I'll get to the murder part later in this post.

First, I'll do a brief update of my mundane existence, just for those of you who are interested.

I did absolutely nothing on Independence Day. It was sunny and peaceful here in the bosom of the woods, with the delightful serenade of the chattering birds. No barbeques or fireworks. I made my old favorite - - Italian sausage with green peppers and onions.

My only attempt at creativity was to venture out on the front porch and photograph the sunset.

The mysterious fever is gone. My temperature, pulse, and heart rate are normal. Press that in your memory books. It is an extremely rare occasion.

Early Friday morning (alarmingly early) the two lawnmower guys came to do the back of my property. They eliminated a lot of the annoying trees that were toppled by storms.

Later one of the home care nurses came and brought me peaches and apples. Such a thoughtful thing to do. After she left there was an enthusiastic thunderstorm.

Okay, let's get to the murder part.

Some of my very long-time readers might remember when I briefly told the time I was a security guard working the midnight shift and the janitor, who (annoyingly) kept me company, turned out to be a murderer.

He left the body of his victim in the place where I worked and I unknowingly spent the night with the corpse!

To complicate this complex tale of woe, I was positive (with good reason and no exaggeration) that he was planning to murder me.

This story is intricate and bizarre. I had initially planned to suppress it until I put it in my memoirs. Recently I have an unholy urge to tell all in this blog.

The details are so numerous that I'm certain I'll have to condense. The incident happened when I was in my early twenties. All I have now is my memory to rely on - - but it is indelibly etched in my mind.

I've had very many incredible adventures in my life - - but this one has always haunted me the most......and truly frightens me the most. I still get the chills thinking about it.

I'm usually a fast writer, but this may take more time. It's going to be very long.

Look for it in my next post.

Jon

P.S.

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