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Leslie of Phillipsburg
Cameron Rue
“Stop!” Leslie screamed as Mark grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall. She stared into his flaming opened wide eyes.
“Why aren’t you done with my dinner,” he scowled as his heart rapidly pumped heated blood through his veins.
She tried to explain, but his grip congested her esophagus and suffocated her. All she could do was point at the over flowing pot of macaroni and cheese. However, he was too enraged to notice this.
When her face became the color purple, he released his grasp and stormed into the living room, where he smashed the lamp, phone and their wedding pictures.
She curled up in the corner and cried. She wanted to leave him, but didn’t know how to. It would only create more problems. He would track her down and batter her, maybe to death...
He stormed out the house and minutes later cooled off at the local bar. He drank nine bottles of beers and took six shots of rum. This thinned his blood, but also increased its speed.
He stood up and began to pick fights with other customers. The bartender, whose name can not be mentioned, attempted to relax him, by giving him free drinks.
When I interviewed her she said, “I didn’t know he was going to do that to Leslie. He was a regular customer. He always got a little heated here and there. I can’t imagine him going home and hurting Leslie.”
Well, that’s exactly what he did. According to the Phillipsburg Police Department report, when Mark arrived at the house, Leslie wasn’t home. Where was she? No one knows, but what is; Mark was hiding behind the front door when she opened it. He held on his right hand a halfway filled bottle of vodka. As soon as she entered the house, he grabbed her by the throat again and body slammed her on the floor. She tried to fight him, but he knocked her on unconscious by shattering the bottle over her face. Pieces of glass were discovered on the front porch, doorway and even stuck through the wooden door.
Detective Moore said, “We know that he dragged her into the kitchen and forced himself on her.”
However, according to forensics, Mark did not drag her into the kitchen, but instead picked up her middle finger, which had been decapitated by the bottle as she used her hand to protect her face from its impact.
Intelligence gathered from criminologist claim that Mark, saw the finger jumping up and down on the floor. He became terrified of it, grabbed it and threw it out the backyard window.
Neighbors maintain that the finger landed right in front of the only tree in their yard, a weeping willow. A black owl resting above it, with healing skin covering its left eye picked up the vibrating finger and swallowed it in one gulp.
State officials have found feathers of this creature with ashes surrounding the tree.
A local police officer Shawn states, “There were tons of black feathers found, but forensics already, said, ‘They belonged to crows.’”
I asked him, “So no owls were responsible?”
He snapped, “Forensics said that the feathers belonged to the crows. You have seen our town; there are many cornfields out here. Ravens are responsible for eating every dead meat, whether, from a raccoon to a human.”
What local police officers, newspapers and residents all agree upon, is that Leslie was still alive, when Mark dragged her into the backyard. He was so drunk, he thought, she was dead and buried her nine feet deep, right in front of the weeping willow.
What no one seems to be able to explain, is how Mark’s corpse was discovered on the bed. It was crispy black and what most residents describe as over cooked by the flames of hell. Hundreds of black feathers in the living room against the wall. The white wall had the words inscribed in an unidentified animal blood, as Revenge will be sweet but not until he repents his sins. In addition, the thousands of maggots, with Leslie body parts found scattered down the stairs.
