Murder House E-Book

Jacob Wilhelm

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

MURDER HOUSE

Mel is just that kind of guy...

Upon discovering his house was the killing grounds of a serial killer, Mel opts to cash in. Want to tour the Murder House, want to buy some of the killer’s stuff, why, come on in!

Thanks to the on-going trial of Mel’s new favorite serial killer, business is booming, off the hook and just great!

Things just can’t get any better!

They can get worse, though...

Leseprobe

Jacob Wilhelm

Murder House

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MURDER HOUSE

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Jake Wilhelm

FRONT MATTER

COPYRIGHT

Title: Murder House

Author: Jake Wilhelm

Cover design: Jake Wilhelm

(c) Jake Wilhelm 2017/EP Dowd Enterprises. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in shape or form by any means, electronic, mechanical, copying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to my father, for his inspiration and support

THE MURDER HOUSE

“Oh, that’s not good.”

“What’s that, dear?” Dee Dee called from the kitchen.

“You gotta see this,” Mel said.

Dee Dee came into the living room, wiping her hands on a towel. “What is it?”

“Remember when I told you those people were taking pictures of the house the other day?”

“Of course. You weren’t happy. You yelled at them.”

Mel pointed at the TV.

The charming Mel and Dee Dee Milner Family House was on the little screen in all three stories of farmhouse glory, and of course, the jerks manning the cameras made sure to get the three old junk Chevvies their son James had dumped on them last year - had those junkers right in the picture, and Mel was starting to understand why Dee Dee had been on his butt so hard these last few years about painting the house; all that paint bubbling off the boards made it look exactly like the sort of house that would have a bunch of junk cars reposing about it.

“What’s going on?”

“Just listen, willya?”

The picture shifted to a very pretty gal reporter over at the courthouse, and she was saying, “…was the home of suspected mass murderer Colin Thomas Eper between the years of 1993 and 2000, and is where he is accused of torturing and killing 18 women.”

“Oh!” Dee gave out a little shriek. “I always thought this place had a bad vibe.”

“I call bullshit on that, woman! You told the real estate gal that this place had the perfect vibe and you couldn’t decide whether to first cream your jeans or sign the papers to buy this dump.” Mel thought maybe he always knew the place had a bad vibe, but he wasn’t really into that vibe and aura stuff, not like Dee Dee was back in the ‘70s when she ran with that hippie crowd.

Pictures shifted again. Showing a very familiar backyard, but this time covered with digging equipment and a crap load of people. Those covered bundles being moved to ambulances, you can bet they weren’t moving dirt the fancy way in those bundles.

“Oh!” Dee Dee went again. A shiver went through her body and she dropped the towel. “That’s where the vegetable garden is.”

“Uh, yeah,” Mel said, realizing he had finally found the perfect way to get out of eating vegetables for the rest of his life. Eyeballing the tomato he had been eating like an apple, he placed it back on its plate and shoved the plate out of sight.

“…finally standing trial for the so-called Owens Road Slayings, after a manhunt that lasted over fifteen years ended with his capture in Alaska. Crowds are massed around the courthouse today to catch a glimpse of the accused killer as he is transferred here for the first day of his trial. A number of these people are the so-called Eper Fan Club.”

Apparently done with showing how much of a dump Mel and Dee Dee lived in, the camera rewarded viewers with a wide sweep of the crowd, primarily showing oddly normal looking people, but sprinkled in with these normal people were some of them Goth looking folks with pale faces and dark eyeshadows that match their clothes, and some of them, normal and otherwise were holding signs that said things like ‘Run Colin Run!” and “Hello from the Other Side”.

“Nut jobs,” Mel muttered. “Brought to you by the letters N and J.” He picked up the towel and handed it to Dee Dee. “You dropped this.”