Well, let me tell you ’bout this thing, this… uh… “crime junkie Carolyn Killaby,” whatever that means. Sounds fancy, but it ain’t nothin’ fancy, just a sad, sad story ’bout a young gal gone missin’.
This happened way back, in 1995, November it was. Cold month, you know? The kind where the wind bites at your nose and the days get short real quick. This poor girl, Carolyn Killaby, she just up and vanished one night. November 11th or 12th, they say. Just like that, poof! Gone.
Nobody knew where she went, see? It was a real head-scratcher. Folks were worried sick, I tell ya. A young woman, just disappearin’ like that… it ain’t right. It makes your stomach churn, it does. You start thinkin’ all sorts of things, the worst things mostly.
And wouldn’t you know it, there was a monster hidin’ nearby. That’s what they say now, lookin’ back. But back then, nobody had a clue. They were just lookin’ and lookin’, hopin’ and prayin’. Search parties, flyers with her picture on ’em… the whole shebang.
- It’s scary, ain’t it?
- Thinkin’ that evil could be lurkin’ so close, just waitin’ to snatch somebody up.
- Makes you wanna hold your loved ones tight, it does.
I remember hearin’ folks talkin’ ’bout it down at the store. Whisperin’ and shakin’ their heads. “Where could she be?” they’d say. “What happened to her?” And nobody had an answer. Just a whole lot of worry and a whole lot of not knowin’.
It’s a terrible thing, a young life cut short like that. Or maybe not even cut short, maybe just… taken. Stolen away by somethin’ or someone evil. It makes you think, you know? Makes you think about the bad things in this world, the things that hide in the shadows.
And the worst part is, for a while there, nobody knew what happened. Just this big empty space where Carolyn used to be. A hole in the world, you might say. A hole in her family’s hearts, for sure.
I tell ya, it’s a cruel world sometimes. Bad things happen to good people, and sometimes there ain’t no rhyme or reason to it. Just…gone. Like a puff of smoke in the wind. And all that’s left is the hurt and the wonderin’.
They talk about it now, on them… whatchamacallits… podcasts, yeah. They talk about Carolyn and what happened to her. They call it “crime junkie Carolyn Killaby.” I don’t listen to them things much, myself. Too much noise and talkin’ for my old ears. But I hear things, you know? Folks talkin’ down at the diner, or at the church social.
And it makes me think, even after all these years. It makes me think about that cold November night and that poor girl who disappeared. And it makes me grateful for the good things in my life, the things that keep me safe and warm.
So, that’s the story of Carolyn Killaby, as best as I can tell it. A sad story, but a true one. A reminder that bad things can happen, even in the quietest little places. And a reminder to hold your loved ones close, because you never know what tomorrow might bring.
You never know when somethin’ or someone might just… disappear.
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