I knew this was going to be a rougher neighbourhood than my last one, but I never expected to stumble across a murder scene in my very own home!
This is what I came home to today (click the photos for larger versions).
Here it is from another angle.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I created this scene for my own amusement. But honestly, I walked in on this scene and I haven’t touched a thing. I figured first I’d photograph the scene, then blog it, maybe do a chalk outline, interrogate the witnesses, puzzle over it a bit, and solve the crime.
It’s a real stumper though. I’m mystified.
Wow this is more scary than the missing juice incident!
And it’s not the dog?
Better have a little talk with Sam the dog. He knows more than he’s saying.
I think that the young lady sitting in the corner is trying much too hard to look nonchalant and she might be your first suspect. Looks like a crime of passion but she cut his whole lower half off.
The floors look great by the way.
My guess is Colonel Mustard in the Library with the candlestick.
Dave, it wasn’t juice that was missing, it was relish that appeared in my fridge where previously no relish had been.
Julia and Robin, Sam is a citizen above suspicion, as he has an impeccable alibi: he was with me at the time of the murder.
Debbie, at this point I’m focusing on the nonchalant lady and the budgies as creatures of interest, but so far nobody’s talking. I did hear one budgie (Jazz) say to the other budgie (Blues) that he didn’t want to end up in the Rideau Canal wearing a cement overcoat.
Linda, that’s an intriguing theory, and I haven’t ruled it out, but it doesn’t take into account the hammer on the floor in the hallway.
Maybe the dog has an accomplice. I’m not letting that dog off the hook.
Oh my, did you buy a haunted house?