|Murder At The Aries Estate (standard:mystery, 3827 words)|
|Author: Jim Keim||Added: Aug 21 2016||Views/Reads: 1014/418||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Several murders occur at the Aries Estate during a meeting. The police come and investigate and the killer is apprehended with an extremely happy ending.|
Murder At The Aries Estate By Jim Keim Why do murders always happen during those dreary, dreadful nights, when the fog is so thick you could almost cut it with a knife? Oh, and speaking of knives, well, that's how this whole mess really began. It seems Miriam Cauldron was having her 13th annual convention for the coven of spiritual and metaphysical beings. The meeting was to begin at 8:00 P.M. sharp with snacks and refreshments to be served afterwards. Miriam decided to wait a few extra minutes past 8:00 because one of her main readers, Margaret Timms hadn't shown up yet. “Miriam. What are we all sitting around here for? Its 8:15,” Jack bellowed. “Yes, I know. I believe Margaret must have run into a problem. She's never been this late before, so I thought I'd give her fifteen or twenty minutes. I'm sure she'll be here any time now.” “Well, I say we start without her. She never contributes anything positive to the meeting anyway,” remarked Jeff. “Yeah, amen on that one, Jeffy,” replied Jack. “Now, come on people, let's not get hostile here. Let me give her another five minutes and if no Margaret; then we'll get the show on the road,” Miriam said. Five minutes passed and the conversations were turning into an uproar. Miriam finally pounded her gavel three times and called the meeting to order. Miss Cassidy sat at the far end of the table, as usual, and made preparations to record the minutes for the meeting. For the next hour or more, we talked about everything new going on in the realm of the occult. As soon as the meeting was over, everyone moved into the formal grand dining hall for hors d'oeuvres and wine. Pepsi was available for Miss Cassidy, who never touched anything stronger than black coffee. The members, all dressed in their formal attire, began mingling around and forming into small groups. Miriam and Ann Cassidy strolled over by the picture window with their drinks in their hands. “So Ann, with all this nasty rain and fog settling in tonight, are you going to try to drive back to Ohio or are you planning to wait until tomorrow?” “Oh Miriam, I'd rather wait. Driving in the rain doesn't bother me but I hate that fog.” “You know, with all the bedrooms in this place, you're more than welcome to stay. Some of the others are staying over as well, except some members from the local area here.” “Well, thank you for the offer, Miriam. Lucky for tomorrow being Sunday, most of us don't have to worry about going to work. I am getting tired, so I think I'll be ready to settle in before long.” “Whenever you're ready, let me know and we'll go upstairs and get your bedding set up.” Ann happened to look out the window toward the circular parking area and noticed a pink Jeep parked there. “Look, Miriam ... over there behind that van. That looks like Margaret's Jeep.” “Ann, you're right. As a matter of fact, that is Margaret's Jeep. I'd recognize it anywhere. She has a hand-carved Gemini twins figure hanging from her inside mirror. I wonder what the hell is going on. If her Jeep is here, then where is she?” We strolled outside to get a closer look at the Jeep. It must have been there a long time because the way she had parked, others had to park her in so they were clear of the road. Miriam and Ann ran inside to tell the others. Suddenly all the conversations came to a hush as everyone looked at each other. About then, there was a bright flash of lightning and all the lights went out. “Oh, terrific. What a way to end a party,” replied Miriam. Ann reached into her purse and pulled out her car keys which conveniently had a tiny flashlight attached to them. She told Miriam she could use it to make her way out to the kitchen so she could get some candles. She knew they were stored in the pantry, because that's where all the office supplies were kept for recording the club minutes and such. Ann went off on her way while Miriam announced to everyone to stand still until Ann came back with some candles. About then, Ann began screaming hysterically from the kitchen. Miriam made her way back there as quickly as she could. “Ann, Ann? What's the matter?” “Over here Miriam. The pantry!” Miriam went over toward the pantry and found Margaret lying in a pool of blood with a knife in her chest. Miriam knelt down weeping as she stroked Margaret's hair. “Who would do such a thing? Margaret would never hurt anyone. She loved nature, existence, all of it. Ann, you have blood all over the front of your dress!” “I know. It was horrible. I opened the closet door in here to find the candles and she fell right against me. I jumped back screaming as she fell to the floor. Someone murdered her, stood her up in there and closed the door.” “Come on. Let's get these candles out to the parlor where we can use them. We need to call the police right away.” “You're right. Let's go.” They lit a dozen candles throughout the parlor and announced to everyone they found Margaret in the pantry, murdered. Click here to read the rest of this story (225 more lines)
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