Summer Samba was playing in the background . While the last days of summer passed quickly, the nights even quicker. There was but one redeeming factor; it was only the end of summer on the calender. Here in Virginia, for all practical pouposees Summer had started back in April or some some years even as early as March, Running as late as October before it became really what one might call cool, all the time, or cold. Giving us essentially nine good months of the year to enjoy being outdoors.
But what to do outdoors? the usual suspects come up frequently, swimming, biking, hiking, etc.
All of this was said to explain why Robert Clay was spending so much time outside. He was you know? Outside, Almost every day, doing thing, puttering around, this and that, and never really finishing any of them properly.
Perhaps I should explain; Yes, Yes, I will..
Robet Clay was my friend and neighbor, he has lived next to me for many decades, our familes had known each other,, kids played together, dated, fought, etc, such is the nature of life. Over the last few years, I've noticed a slow change in Robert. At first it wasn't anything pronounced, but now I see a different side of him. a evil side. All of the pleasantness of his demure has vanished. Now I see hate and coldness in his eyes when I dare to even look at him. His wife and kids have disappeared. The kids now grown, used to come back every so often, haven't seen them in years. Several days ago his wife disappeared.
Finely I got up the nerve to go see him and confront him about his missing wife. Just in case I took my gun, considering how erratic his behavior had been over the last several months.
I knocked on the door. In the background I could hear music playing. After a minute I recognized it as Summer Samba a piece I always liked. Robert clay came to the door. The was no look of friendliness there like in the past.. Just pure hatred and evil. it was it wasn't evn the same man I'd known for decades and shared many a meal with.
He grunted"Yeah what you want?"
I asked if I could come in, he nodded, and stepped aside. Suddenly I felt a chill, and was very glad I had my gun under my shirt.
I decided the best thing was to go straight to the point.
"I was wonder where Flo is, Haven't seen her in several days."
"So what? is it any of your business? She went to stay with the kids for a while."
I didn't believe him. I knew she could travel long distances by herself anymore,
I pushed the issue. " I don't believe you, I know she can't travel like that anymore, so do you..
Where is she?""
The look on his faced changed For a second it calmed, then changed again to "sweetness"
"You want to see? I'll show you, you nosily son of a bitch.."
He lead me down to the basement, over to the chest freezer. You want to see her? Open It" He commanded
I slowly open the top, there in the bottom of the freezer lay the body of Flo Clay frozen solidly .
The evil returned again," Now you can join her, and leave me the Hell Alone !!!!!!"
He suddenly reared up with a huge framing hammer to bash my head into pulp like Flo was, in the freezer.
It happened fast, The basement door was open I could hear the music playing, He moved fast for a man his age the hammer came up, my gun came out then Robert clay lay on the floor with the hammer in his hands, and when the noise of the gunshot finely echoed out of the room, I could still hear the Summer Samba playing in the background, as I fumbled to find my cell phone to call the police.
But what to do outdoors? the usual suspects come up frequently, swimming, biking, hiking, etc.
All of this was said to explain why Robert Clay was spending so much time outside. He was you know? Outside, Almost every day, doing thing, puttering around, this and that, and never really finishing any of them properly.
Perhaps I should explain; Yes, Yes, I will..
Robet Clay was my friend and neighbor, he has lived next to me for many decades, our familes had known each other,, kids played together, dated, fought, etc, such is the nature of life. Over the last few years, I've noticed a slow change in Robert. At first it wasn't anything pronounced, but now I see a different side of him. a evil side. All of the pleasantness of his demure has vanished. Now I see hate and coldness in his eyes when I dare to even look at him. His wife and kids have disappeared. The kids now grown, used to come back every so often, haven't seen them in years. Several days ago his wife disappeared.
Finely I got up the nerve to go see him and confront him about his missing wife. Just in case I took my gun, considering how erratic his behavior had been over the last several months.
I knocked on the door. In the background I could hear music playing. After a minute I recognized it as Summer Samba a piece I always liked. Robert clay came to the door. The was no look of friendliness there like in the past.. Just pure hatred and evil. it was it wasn't evn the same man I'd known for decades and shared many a meal with.
He grunted"Yeah what you want?"
I asked if I could come in, he nodded, and stepped aside. Suddenly I felt a chill, and was very glad I had my gun under my shirt.
I decided the best thing was to go straight to the point.
"I was wonder where Flo is, Haven't seen her in several days."
"So what? is it any of your business? She went to stay with the kids for a while."
I didn't believe him. I knew she could travel long distances by herself anymore,
I pushed the issue. " I don't believe you, I know she can't travel like that anymore, so do you..
Where is she?""
The look on his faced changed For a second it calmed, then changed again to "sweetness"
"You want to see? I'll show you, you nosily son of a bitch.."
He lead me down to the basement, over to the chest freezer. You want to see her? Open It" He commanded
I slowly open the top, there in the bottom of the freezer lay the body of Flo Clay frozen solidly .
The evil returned again," Now you can join her, and leave me the Hell Alone !!!!!!"
He suddenly reared up with a huge framing hammer to bash my head into pulp like Flo was, in the freezer.
It happened fast, The basement door was open I could hear the music playing, He moved fast for a man his age the hammer came up, my gun came out then Robert clay lay on the floor with the hammer in his hands, and when the noise of the gunshot finely echoed out of the room, I could still hear the Summer Samba playing in the background, as I fumbled to find my cell phone to call the police.
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