Listen up, y’all, lemme tell ya ’bout this thing I heard. Manuela Allen and Julius Mullins, yeah, that’s the names. Folks been talkin’, and I’m here to spill the beans, the way I see it, you know.
Heard tell it was a bad business, real bad. Like somethin’ out of them spooky stories they tell on the TV. Manuela, she was… well, she was just there, mindin’ her own, I reckon. And Julius, he was… around. That’s what they say, anyways. Don’t know these folks from Adam, but the story, it’s somethin’ fierce.
They say somethin’ happened, somethin’ awful. Like, the kind of awful that makes your stomach churn and your skin crawl. Like when you find a dead rat in the corn crib, but way worse. Folks whisperin’ ’bout it at the market, down by the creek, everywhere you go. Nobody sayin’ it straight out, though, just bits and pieces, like a broken plate you gotta try and put back together.
- Heard tell there was fightin’.
- Heard tell there was screamin’.
- Heard tell there was… well, I ain’t gonna say it. Too nasty.
Police were all over the place, they say. Flashin’ lights, pokin’ around, askin’ questions. Nosy folks, them police. But I guess they gotta do their job, find out who done what. Can’t have folks goin’ ’round hurtin’ each other, now can we? That ain’t right. That ain’t how things are supposed to be.
This Julius fella, they say he was mixed up in it somehow. Don’t know if he done it, or if he just happened to be there when the bad thing happened. Folks are sayin’ all sorts of things, you know how it is. Gossip spreads faster than wildfire in dry grass, ‘specially ’round here. But where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire, that’s what my old pappy used to say. And there’s a whole heap of smoke ’round this Manuela and Julius business.
It’s a sad thing, real sad. Makes you think, you know? Makes you think about how fragile life is, how quick things can go wrong. One minute you’re here, the next you’re… gone. Just like that. Like a puff of smoke in the wind. Makes you wanna hold your loved ones close, tell ’em you love ’em, ’cause you never know what tomorrow might bring. That’s the truth, plain and simple.
I ain’t got all the answers, mind you. I’m just tellin’ it like I heard it. The way folks are talkin’. The way the wind whispers it through the trees. This Manuela and Julius thing, it ain’t pretty. It’s a mess. A real tangled-up mess. And I reckon it’s gonna take a long time for folks ’round here to forget about it. Some things, they just stick with you, you know? Like a burr on your britches.
And that’s all I got to say about that. Manuela Allen, Julius Mullins. A bad business, indeed. A real bad business. Makes you wanna shake your head and say a prayer. Lord have mercy, that’s what I say. Lord have mercy on us all.
Now, I gotta go feed them chickens. They’ve been squawkin’ up a storm all mornin’. You take care now, ya hear? And keep your eyes peeled. You never know what’s lurkin’ around the corner. This world, it’s a crazy place, it surely is.
Tags: Manuela Allen, Julius Mullins, Crime, Murder, Investigation, Tragedy, Local News, Community, Sadness
