Halloween Murders
By Grace O’Reilly
The stench was repulsive. The house was eerily quiet, but far from
empty. Rats and insects, feasted on the
rotting bodies of two grotesquely mutilated adults.
Detective Steven Walsh was overcome
with queasiness, and hurled into a pot plant on the bookcase in the living room. Ironic that the victims, stone dead were
found in the “living room” of all the rooms in the house. “I think these bodies have been here awhile
Stevo. Just as well you skipped the
breakfast roll today”, Joe Moore playfully mocked and patted Steven on the
back. Steven took a tissue from his
trouser pocket and wiped the vomit away from his mouth, still coughing as he
did so. His face was ashen grey, almost
the same colour as the deceased.
The house was jam packed with
people everywhere. Forensic scientists
in their white hooded one-piece suits, looked around for any traces of evidence
that would give even a shadow of an explanation of what happened to the two
dead people. They had gloves on their
hands and were checking the floors, ceilings, walls and every nook and cranny
they could possibly think of checking.
Police guarded the front door of
the house and the front gate to warden off the public from being nosey and
about the place. The garden was sealed
off with yellow and black tape telling people this was a crime scene and do not
dare to enter.
Outside there were three news
vans, a reporter and a cameraman, pushing and shoving and trying to ask
questions and were politely told to bugger off and come back later. The photographer just carried on clicking and
flashing this and that until he was told “another snap and I’ll snap your
camera in two. Now off you go Mr Clickity
Flash”. The television crew in the vans
were from BBC, Sky News and ITV and were having none of it. “What do you think happened inside?, said a
woman dressed in a dark suit. They could
not take no for an answer so security intervened and told them enough was
enough and that a statement would be made later.
The date was November 11th
1999. The place had been decorated with
Halloween decorations. Skeletons,
witches and ghostly figures and cobwebs were everywhere. At the front door there was a pumpkin, carved
with an especially eerie looking face and a now burnt out candle in the Jack O
Lantern. There was a sign on the door
saying “TRICK OR TREAT, ENTER AND PREPARE NEVER TO EXIT”. Joe turned to Steven and said “I bet they
never would have entered had they known the dign was serious”.
“Any leads?” Joe asked, handing
Steven a bottle of water back in the car.
Steven said he reckoned that there was much more to the sign on the
front door than met the eye. Joe turned
to Steven and said “I bet they never would have entered had they known the sign
was serious”.
The telephone rang at the police
station at 3.15pm. It was a man called
Nigel Wallace and he said it was him who had killed the two girls. He said “the voices in my head told me to do
it”.
Nigel had met Kelsey and Ailbhe
in a bar in the town. It was one of
three public houses in the small town of Ambersville, in Enland as it was a
very rural town. Kelsey and Ailbhe were
22 year old students and dressed provocatively and teasing Nigel. They had gotten on really well at first,
chatting about this and about that and then things got really nasty after a few
drinks. Kelsey asked Nigel “I bet you
have never had a serious girlfriend before.
I mean, em look at you”. She had
gone on to slag off Nigel and the fact that he was a 35 year old loner with no
friends or family that didn’t talk to him had really wound him up. Ailbhe had tried to calm them both down but
they were really laying into each other and things were getting really heated
until the barman chucked the three of them out of the bar and told them they
were “barred and not to come back.”
Nigel then sheepishly apologised and invited the girls to his house for
a Halloween party.....
They had walked the short
distance to his house in the countryside.
He had the house decorated for Halloween, with ghouls and all sorts as
if had anticipated that he would indeed have company back. “They didn’t mean it”, he had told
himself. “They could be your
friends”. However the voices in his head
had then turned sinister and said “They must die, the evil bitches”. Ha, how appropriate as it is Halloween, the
night where evil lurks in every direction.
“Evil bitches, dressed as slutty witches. Kelsey deserves what she get the whore, and
well poor Ailbhe, she’d only go and blab to someone so go she must” the voice
informed Nigel.
He offered them a drink. While in the kitchen alone, he took some of
his aunts medication which he had kept for no good reason, until now. He made them vodka oranges and spiked their
drinks while he did so. He figured that
he would drug them first and then see what the night brought about.
Nigel returned to the living room
and gave the girls their drinks but he made sure that he had a pain
orange. He took Ailbhe aside while
Kelsey was in the loo. He whispered in her
ear “So sorry for this” and before she could say anything or in fact knew what
was going on, he suffocated her by the pillow she had lay against on the
sofa. When each limb went limp he knew
that she was dead.
Kelsey returned from the loo and
mocked “Ah Ailbhe, she is never one to stay awake on a mad night out”. She looked like she was asleep in the chair
the way her body was slumped.
Nigel then put a track on and
said “Dance with me”. He took Kelsey in
his arms and leant in to kiss her and then he stabbed her in the back with the
Stanley knife he had taken from his tool box while making the drinks earlier
and had secretly hidden in his back jeans pocket. Kelsey’s eyes watered and she yelped and
crumpled to the floor. He then slit her
throat ear to ear while she struggled to breathe, and when she had rattled her
last he started to saw at her neck to decapitate it but got bored half way
through the process.
He went to town tidying and
cleaning up any evidence that he could think of and then signed himself into
the local mental hospital. That was
where Nigel Wallace had telephoned the Police to inform them of his
crimes.
The girls had been found when a
postman had smelled something peculiar and foul coming through the letterbox.
The postman Mr Johnson had presumed that Nigel had died and was inside alone
for days. There was no mistaking the
smell of decay and rotting flesh. He
could even hear the buzz of insects as they gorged on the young female human remains. The postman had been right about the smell
but horribly wrong about the circumstances.
He had called the Police on his mobile opening up the murder case of the
two girls.
Ailbhe and Kelsey’s parents were
distraught. Weeks later their parents
were finally able to bury their bodies (what was left) and lay the girls to
rest. Nigel Wallace was found guilty of
murder for the 2 girls but also said not to be of sound mind so avoided
jail. However he is in a mental
institution to this day where he will remain until he dies so in a sense is
imprisoned.
Joe and Steven marked the case
“CLOSED”. Joe said to Steven “If there
is any justice at all that Nigel Wallace will rot in Hell literally, when the
sick bastard dies”. They got up from
their desk and headed out the door for lunch, ready for whatever the next case
may be.
THE END
