A Murder So Strange
By Amy Sadler © 1994-2021
Authors Notes
This story is partially the original to some degree. But for the most part. It has been re-imagined with images that were not part of the original tale. Please bear that in mind, Thank you.
PROLOGUE
Channing Manor House, 1982
A young girl stood facing a full length mirror, of which the reflection showed a girl of 18 years old, however, quite oddly she was dressed like a little girl, her look was also little girl like, but why? Yet she seemed happy as the girl was wearing a pretty white satin frilly dress that had a pink satin sash around the waist. The girl was 5ft 4in tall, blue eyes, with long blonde hair that was set into two cute pigtails, tied up with pink silk ribbons
Today was her 18th birthday, she was an adult physically at any rate of a slim build, if it were not for her height and her age, she would almost be exactly like a little girl in every sense of the way. Why was she happy being being like that? What was the purpose of it all? None of these things however, entered into her mind, as she smiled and then turned to leave what was obviously a girls bedroom, yet it looked more like a little girls bedroom rather than one fit for an 18 year old girl.
On her feet were even frilly ankle socks of white with pink laced frills and on over those was a pair of pink leather, patent shoes, the kind that only little girls wear, but obviously these were made to fit her feet, she must at least been a ladies size 5 or there about. Not that any of this mattered, as she was the Birthday Girl and that was all that mattered right now. Her father beamed a very happy smile on her face, when he saw her. He was Sir Richard Charles Channing, he was a wealthy and important man.
"You look so very pretty my little girl.” He said quite happily and all who were at the party were of aged 18 and over. However, they did not laugh at him for calling his 18 year old daughter a little girl, or for that matter, that she was actually dressed like a little girl. Everyone all loved the way she looked and her name was Christine.
A man servant came with a glass of orange for her to sip on and celebrate her birthday with, while everyone else all drank champaign. The orange juice was very tasty, but as the night went on, Christine felt a little odd, not wanting to ruin her own party, she quickly and quietly left the party stepping outside to which now reveal a grand manor house behind her.
The
sky was semi dark.
The sky was semi dark. Daylight was soon going away ready for the night time festivities. Not knowing why she felt compelled to walk over toward the lake, that was part of the manor house’s grounds. It was a very majestic looking lake, just then Christine heard something, that made her turn around, all of a sudden, something hit her head with full force that she tumbled backwards and fell into the lake, where she was found dead later on. What was even more odd, was that the autopsy showed that Christine did not only merely die from a bullet wound to her head, but she had also been poisoned as well.
(Channing Manor)