Someone close to me died last week. I try not to tell anyone I know or talk about it bc I can’t really hold a conversation just yet and if anyone brings it up I fall apart. Her life didn’t just end, someone took it.
A friend of mine who lives in MY NEIGHBORHOOD was murdered in her bed. Police said there was no sign of forced entry so all of her friends were interrogated bc it seemed apparent that she had invited him in. Friends, co-workers and casual acquaintances spent hours in questioning and took lie detector tests- well the men took them, we didn’t have to. She was raped. I spent less than an hour w/them just telling them what I knew of her routine, who she’d been dating – was anyone bothering her? Was she arguing w/anyone? Who would want to hurt her? Was she promiscuous?
NO!!!!!!! None of that! I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt her. I don’t think she had any enemies. She hadn’t even lived here that long. Less than a year, I remember bc I met her as she was moving in. Our dogs made the introductions. They took my fingerprints bc I’d been there recently. Everyone who knew her was a suspect or a person of interest until they found out what the neighbors saw and they looked in her guest bedroom. He had been hiding in there. I don’t even know how I’m writing right now bc I’m FREAKING out but I really don’t know what else to do and it helps me process. Plus the typing is quiet. I can’t even turn the TV on anymore bc what if I can’t hear? I need to make sure no one’s here. I’ve checked every crevice of my apartment and I am alone but I still keep hearing noises. I’m sure my mind is playing tricks on me.
He was inside her home with her a LOT. He had evidently come into the home several times, so much so that a neighbor commented- they just thought that she had a new boyfriend. They found food items and a sort of cubby hole he’d made in the closet of her guest room. It appeared that he had been hiding in there listening while she was awake and then wandering about while she was at work and watching her while she slept.
She was mostly a home body who kept to a routine: walk the dog in the morning, go to work, walk the dog, watch TV go to bed. She didn’t go out much. I’d go over to her house for dinner or movies or she’d walk over here sometimes dinner- not a lot of wild nights on the town. But the one thing she did like clock work was take long walks in the morning. She walked her dog every morning- long walks so he would be ok while she left him home all day for work. She didn’t always lock the door. Police suspect this is how the killer gained entry.
She was found tied to her bed gagged, not blind folded. Ugh. I hated hearing that bc I think that must mean she knew he was going to kill her. She saw his face. She must have had to look at him a lot. I’m sure she tried to plead w/him. What kind of MONSTER could do that? They suspect he came out of the closet while she was sleeping, slipped wires over her to secure her to the bed and then she awoke to days of horrific rape and torture. He waited until a Friday so that he could have her for the wkd. They think he killed her Sunday night. His finger prints were all over her house and even on her answering machine. When they questioned one of the guys she had dated he said he had left her several messages trying to make plans for that wkd but she hadn’t returned his calls. She never got those calls bc the killer had erased them.
The wire he used to strap her to the bed had cut her to the bone in some places. When police found her the wounds were clean and her dog’s face fur and feet were covered in her blood. They say he may have destroyed crucial evidence. UGH. He had been licking her wounds clean and pacing on the bed around her. There were bloody paw prints all over the bed and tracked throughout the house. I’m probably over sharing on the details right now but they are in my head and I want them out. Her poor little dog. I don’t even know who has him right now but I’m sure he’s traumatized. He’s the cutest little pug.
He’s the friendliest dog will lick a stranger to death I don’t think I’ve ever even heard him bark. I guess he wouldn’t have barked at the killer- obviously he didn’t- all those times he was there. UGH. I wonder if my dog would let me know? I want to go out and get a doberman now. I want to get 5 of them. How do you ever feel safe again? I want a gun/husband/boyfriend/alarm/roommate. UGH! I want to move.
I want to KILL him. I think if I knew who it was and I could, I would run him over, back up and repeat. I don’t just want to hurt him. I want to stop his heart. And I don’t even believe the death penalty is right. (I think it’s not a deterrent, it’s discriminatory, there have been tragic mistakes it’s much more expensive than life in prison.) But I reeeally want to see this man dead. I hope that goes away. I hope they catch him. Where did he go? Does he live near here? WHO IS HE? Have I met him? Is he one of the people in the neighborhood I wave to? I’m afraid of the dark. Shit- I’m afraid of the light. I’m scared. I want to KILL him.
Oh well, I just had to vent my rage. I’m hoping it will subside. I guess I’ll have to grieve for her later bc right now I’m too angry.
Here’s the newspaper article if you’d like to read it.