Love Lies Bleeding..

I would like to dedicate this piece of work to the family/and the two sisters
whom lost their lives in small town Villisca, Iowa
It’s an intimate piece, I feel must be shared, we can; take from/learn from
the gruesome acts.
The acts of; love, forgiveness, and a piece of history, even to this day.
It will mark the mouths for many centuries to come.
Rest in Peace, all of you,
may you forgive, and never be forgotten..

Disclaimer: All evidence stated, names, dates, and places and other content is kept in its entire origionality.
nothing was tampered with (aside from the characters, and their roles.)
Best if viewed with an open mind.
I hope to best capture the events that unfold, the only way I know how,
Through the eyes of every character.

Chapter 1-
A Shameful Charade..

June 10th, 1912
8:00a.m.-time unknown upon arrival.

Marshal Hank Horton declared: “There’s blood in every room!”
it was that statement that had turned the once tranquil town now upside down.
And how! The crime scene was a fiasco! officers lost control of the onlookers that crowded around
the modest cottage, yearning to see the girth of what remained inside.

Dr. Linquist stood by Horton’s side and nodded with conviction.
He then broke away, removing from the pocket of his tweeds a small notebook,
and an inkmate, scratching down his notes.

As he shuffled through the evidence, he gruffled:
“What we know is this…

All occupants inside this home, bludgeoned to death,
with an axe it appears."

He paused releasing a cough from his bristled covered, dry cracked lips, then proceeded..

“The time of death; approximately, roughly after midnight.
all of the victims faces, covered in soiled bedclothes,
and the curtains drawn to close, so no one could look in,
and no one could look out.”

Marshal resided by Dr. Linquists side, strolling through the house,
attatching to his hip.

“A Kerosene lamp found at the scene at the foot of Mary and Josiah’s bed,
a similar lamp also found in the room with the Stillinger sisters, also stratigically placed
at the foot as well.
Axe found, propped against a dresser, smeared in blood, their blood no less,
with a failed attempt at cleaning it away…

A heavy look streaked Horton’s eyes..he had a rummble in the pit of his bowels,
something had told him not to wake up today..
this had to be the reason.

The troop had marched up the stairs, following were photographers and a coroner or two
located in seperate rooms.
The Marshal had looked upward tracing the axe marks into his mind.
The rancid smell of death had circled the air.
The need to vomit had crossed his mind.

“And here we have carved marks from where the axe had struck at the wood; here,
here, and here.”
As Dr. Linquist indicated with his finger pointing at the etchings in the ceiling.

“moving on, time is money..” stated Dr. Linquist as he let out a hearty laugh.

Horton flashed a look of disgust and carried onward, as they spiraled down the staircase,
now back inside the kitchen.

“A pan of bloody water, we have here, and a plate of uneaten food.
and the doors to the house,”

On display Dr. Linquist spun around whimsically and stated pointing to both doors.
“locked…from the in-side.” His eyes grew wide in merriment.
In Horton’s head this wasn’t a crime scene, it had turned into a full blown
Charade, marked with dismal catastrophe.
a shameful display of mockery.
Disrespectful, distasteful, the nerve…

Horton Grew hot in his coal shined boots.
biting his lip, and pressing further, praying to anyone to help him survive what he
was destined to slide into.
Ready or not.

Wading into the room where the Stillenger Sisters had slept, seeing the axe for the first time
as stated propped against its final resting place, and two bodies found on the bed,
again covered in sullied bedclothes.
Oddly though the mirror was also covered with a sheet.
this was definately fascinating to the Marshal, well noted.

“In the slew of things..::Dr. Linquist errupted with brief laughter once more::
we have here on the ground, evidence!” ::he took the piece into his hand::
“appears to be a keychain piece of a sort.”

“I will dispense of this properly.”
The traveling Headmaster and his Carneys streamed into the parlor.
“Here on the piano is a strip of bacon…::deep pause:: a sign of defile and perversion!”
his voice boomed like thunder and felt as though shook the house and all the occupants inside.

Horton’s heart skipped a beat.
“What a nightmare he thought to himself.”
Camera’s were clicking, bodies were being outlined with chalk,
whispers abound,
gossip spreading like a wildfire.
“What the hell did I get myself into.”
Even more questions bubbled to the surface of Horton’s mind..
“What the hell did I do to deserve this?!”

Love Lies Bleeding..


Glenwood, United States

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“Love Lies Bleeding” Is about murder in a small town.
This is their story, in loving memory and dedication.
Rest in Peace.

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