Walking to my jeep, the other morning through my apartment
complexes parking lot, I stumbled upon “That” (from now on the baby-dolls
arm shall be referred as “That”).
What happened here?!
Trust me, I have found I have found strange things in a parking lot…
A random shoe…
Men’s tight -e – whites….
A pineapple…
And, of course, your adult “rain-coats” scattered about.
But a child’s doll’s arm?!?
I realize that what freaks me out the most is that I have watched so many
crime shows and read hundreds of murder mystery’s that my mind
immediately went to a dark place…
Who would hurt “Kitty Karey All Doll”? And where was the young one who
cared for her?
As my mind started to race out of control, I took a deep breath. At that
moment I realized I could blame my irrational thoughts on my childhood
(that would most likely take up a whole session with the Therapy Doc).
Here is how the tale played out and it is a sad one.
It all started back in the winter of 1976. I was just a little tike, walking
to elementary school on my own every day with neighborhood friends. With
the blink of an eye things got strange. Parents where suddenly watching
kids walk by more closely. You could notice the Crossing Guard nodding
her head as she counted us when we crossed.
Too young to know at the time “The Oakland County Child Killer” was on
the loose.
Parents panicked over the next year, as two young boys and two
young girls were kidnapped and killed.
Back then DNA was not a thing, and as quickly as the monster
appeared, he disappeared.
Did the killer die in prison while serving time for another crime? Did he
run away and start a new life? I suppose we shall never know.
When I see ‘That’ I question… Where is the body? Why is it dirty? And
should I touch it? What little one did this doll belong too and is she okay?
No, I didn’t touch it or get crazy and call the cops. But I did decide
that I need to cut down watching ‘Dateline’, and get out of my ‘something
bad must have happened’ thought system.
Still creepy though. I do not like it.
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