Unsolved Mystery Quotes

“Why were you anxious to be divorced from your husband?” the DA demanded.

“I had no love for him,” Alice replied.”
― Kimberly Tilley, Cold Heart: The Great Unsolved Mystery of Turn of the Century Buffalo

“When he looked in the mirror, he was startled by his physical transformation. In just a few years, his face had lost its healthy glow, and his strength had faded, leaving a pale, bloated, trembling version of himself behind that he did not recognize. The tired, bloodshot eyes in the mirror glared back at him. He would go to the Keeley Institute to cure his drinking habit while he was still able to salvage his family and himself.”
― Kimberly Tilley, Has it Come to This?: The Mysterious, Unsolved Murder of Frank Richardson

“The Night Bomber by Stewart Stafford

Stefan and Elyse came home by rote,
To find a stranger's chilling note,
"I’m going to kill you" scrawled in red,
Pranks locked out with nothing said.

Then the hall window smashed,
In a firework’s screaming flash,
They threw it out before it burned,
Danger had not passed, they learned.

A ticking device left behind,
Elyse kicked it away just in time,
A garden explosion's massive bang,
Their ears and windows loudly rang.

They wondered what psycho did this deed,
And how they'd crossed this evil breed,
Then they heard them bomb their neighbours
who thought Stefan and Elyse were perpetrators.

Then another blast three doors down,
Stefan ran to help with a worried frown,
Concerned to see who else got hit,
Seeing their attacker was still at it.

A bomber in a ski mask did a backflip,
To dodge their lunging, angry grip,
He swung on ropes and vaulted high,
An acrobat mocking with a stylish eye.

The bomber fled in his getaway car,
A neighbour leapt on before he got far,
He held on tight but got dragged along,
Rolled to the kerb, he couldn't hold on.

The Night Bomber of Sheila’s Cabin
On the loose, an explosive phantom,
Stalking without any reason or pity,
His laughter echoed across the city.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Sept 27-69-6.30 by knife by Stewart Stafford

I am the thief on the golden hill,
Predator in sight, a hooded chill,
Masked, armed and primed to strike,
Prey pinned by the lake, as I like.

Tie them up on blankets, used,
In time they'll see it's all a ruse,
Pretend to leave, then come back,
Back-slashed in a frenzied attack.

Left to die, their assailant gone,
Darkness falls on two bleeding fawns,
Stagger up the hill to try and get aid,
Passing out as the lifeforce fades.

Flashlight in the eyes, back for the kill!
Help arrives, shakily standing still,
Message on his car, Zodiac was here,
He lived, she passed, and then only fear.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford