murder mystery

The first testimony of Ms Nina Caliente.

The young red-headed woman in front him smiled, and for a second John wondered if she was trying to flirt with him.

A glance at Sharon, who rolled her eyes, told him she probably was, and he smiled back. His experience had taught him, that witnesses or potential suspects who tried to flirt with him often had something to hide.

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This is the unfortunate story of a mob underling entangled in an underground party with a handful of elites and becoming witness to a murder. Locked in and unsure of what to do, the fingers become ready to point and the accusations charge up to fly.


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Tonight’s Episode Trigger Warnings:
-Sexist Slur (Slut)


A Murder Mystery by Michaela Laws @thebunnyofevil
Audio Mix by Jonah Scott @jonahscottva
Character Art by @reddart (

Bluejay - Richard Barcenas
Chickadee - Mel Gorsha
Dove - Rachael Messer
Swan - Marissa Lenti
Robin - Jonah Scott
Nightingale - Steven Schimbke
Raven - Bradley Gareth
Crow - Michaela Laws
Lawrence - Michael A Zekas


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The Police Report that Inspired ‘Clue’

It’s a little known fact, but the famous murder-mystery game, Clue, was inspired by real events. Here is the police report from that fateful night.

9:37 p.m. - Officer George and I were clanking our police batons on the jail-cell bars when Ellington station received an emergency call from the Boddy Mansion. There was a quick male cry of “Hel-“ and then the phone cut off. Since there’s no Helen in the office, we figured he must have said “Hello” or “Help.” Either way we were bored so went to go check it out because we’d heard great things about Mr. Boddy’s billiard room.

10:15 p.m. - We arrive at the mansion. It is only one floor and has no roof, which seems strange but, hey, who are we to knock mansion construction?

10:20 p.m. - We knock on the door. It was answered by a Professor Plum. Inside stood five other people. All of them had names that had to do with some sort of color, except Mrs. Peacock, who was simply a Jew.

10:30 p.m - The group led us to the lounge, where, laying on the sofa, was the body of Boddy. It was dark so we couldn’t tell how he died. Boddy’s body had obviously been moved as well. So we needed to figure out who killed the guy, in what room, and with what weapon. It may take all night. Good thing we brought a sack of cheeseburgers.


Who Put Bella in The Wych Elm?

On 18 April 1943 in Hagley Woods in Worcestershire, England, four young boys were out bird watching. They came across the tree pictured above and one of them climbed it to look for any nests in the branches. The boy peered into the hallow trunk and discovered a human skull nestled in the wood. The boys were, understandably, shaken and made a pact to keep what they had discovered a secret, but one boy was so distraught that he informed his father of what had happened. The father, a Mr. Willetts, went right to the Worcestershire Police and they began their investigation.

In the trunk of the elm tree was the skeletal remains of a woman whom investigators believed to be 35-40 years old. Clothing scraps and finger bones were found around the tree. Pathologist Professor James Webster concluded that the body had been put into the tree while it was still “warm” and had remained there for about 18 months. A piece of taffeta was found in the skeleton’s mouth which lead the investigators to declare asphyxiation the cause of death. The police scoured through every dental record and missing person file in the county but found no possible matches to the skeleton.

About six months after Bella was discovered graffiti started to appear across the county. It read; “Who put Bella in the witch elm” or sometimes “Who put Bella down the wych elm”. This sentence lead police to believe that the person writing it had some connection to the woman and at the very least knew her name; Bella. The graffiti artist or artists were never found despite police efforts to identify them.

About two years later Professor Margaret Murray presented the theory that Bella’s death was connected to a occult ritual known as the “Hand of Glory”. Murray’s theory created a media feeding frenzy which only escalated when in 1953 a woman known only as Anna admitted to police that she knew who Bella’s killers were. Anna claimed that Bella had been murdered by a German spy ring. This story was plausible at the time but no evidence of this was ever uncovered.

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Just Another Murder Mystery: Part 1

*TT’s SPEAKEASY… 1920′s*

TT: *stands at the head of a large table, grinning from ear to ear* 

Everyone: *exaggerated excited cheering* 

TT: I’m so glad you all came. *chokes up* 

TT: Who invited you?

Meli: Oh, my bad dude.

TT: Everyone raise a glass!

Meli: *suddenly starts choking*

TT: *beams* Cheers! 

Meli: *gasps and stares at the glass of wine* *dramatically chokes and falls, dead*

Everyone: *stares at TT*

Everyone: *holds breath*

To Be Continued


Who is Neil Dovestone?

On a bleak wintry day, a cyclist journeying through Saddleworth Moor made an unusual discovery. Down the embankment lay the corpse of a man who looked like he could be asleep. “At first, I thought he might have been lying down enjoying the view.” His eyes were open and his arms were lying across his chest in a relaxed manner. However, it was the cold weather and torrential rain that struck Stuart Crowther as unusual. It wasn’t until he got closer, that he realised that the man was dead.

Pathologists who worked on the case have taken to calling him “Neil Dovestone” after the name of the reservoir on Saddleworth Moor near to where he was found. He had no personal possessions on his body when he was found, apart from £130 in his pocket. This suggests that, if he committed suicide, he didn't want anybody knowing his identity. He has certainly succeeded in that, as nobody can work out where he came from, or who he is. It has been determined that Neil caught a train from London to Manchester and then travelled to the Moors from there. The last person who spoke to him was the landlord of a local pub. Neil had asked him for directions to the top of the mountain: “I told him there’s not enough daylight for him to get there and back today. He just thanked me and asked me again for the directions, which I repeated to him. And he just set off.” 21 hours later, his body was found. But why did he travel 200 miles to die in this particular spot?

Recently, high traces of Strychnine (A pretty rare poison) have been found in his body following a third autopsy. Police had previously found a bottle of this substance by his body, so they traced the batch. It was made in Pakistan, as it’s no longer legal in the UK. Now this is where it gets interesting: Neil also had a plate fitted in his leg, probably following an injury. The plate was manufactured and fitted in Pakistan. It seemed unusual that he would have connections to the country, but he had evidently travelled there to have the operation. Someone suggested that he had lived there and had travelled over to the UK, but demographically, this is highly unlikely as Neil was a Caucasian man in his mid-sixties to early seventies:

Police have been appealing for information since December, but have no strong leads. Those desperate to solve the case live in hope that even people who wish never to be found will always leave clues behind. But for now, all the answers stay hidden with the body called Neil Dovestone, still lying in the Oldham hospital morgue.

Agatha Christie and the Golden Age of Poisons

In the course of her career, Agatha Christie killed hundreds of characters: some by drowning, some by stabbing, and one with a crowbar. But her preferred murder weapon was chemical, rather than physical. “Give me a decent bottle of poison,” she is supposed to have said, “and I’ll construct the perfect crime.”

In a new book, Kathryn Harkup demonstrates how Christie’s fictions are shaped by the poisons that their characters skillfully employ. Nicola Twilley reviews “A is for Arsenic: The Poisons of Agatha Christie” on

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(( OOC: Get ready to start the countdown guys… several of the HP roleplayers have gotten together to bring you a murder mystery (thanks to the lovely @wallyscags-patronus). :) 

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Special thanks to: @wallyscags-patronus @lizziebennetinjapan @whompingwillovv for helping with the script. 

Another Special thanks to: @wallyscags-patronus and @manseyfuls-patronus for writing the poem. ;) )) 


On 14 April, 1984, a newborn baby boy was discovered discarded on White Strand Beach, Cahirsiveen, County Kerry, Ireland. He had been brutally stabbed to death before being dumped. An investigation led to Joanne Hayes, a local woman who had recently been pregnant. She was taken into the station for questioning where she allegedly confessed to killing the newborn baby. However, she recanted her confession, saying that she had been coerced into confessing. She then confessed that she had given birth to a baby son at the family farm whom perished shortly after birth. She then buried him on the farm. DNA testing was done on the newborn baby that was buried on the farm and the DNA corroborated with what Hayes had said - the DNA matched. The reason she had been so secretive about the birth and death of her son was due to the fact that the father was a married man. Regardless of the fact that the DNA of the baby on the beach and the DNA of the baby on the farm did not match meaning that they did not have the same parents, the police contended that Hayes had become pregnant simultaneously by two separate men (heteropaternal superfecundation, which is extremely rare). She was charged with murder but this charge was eventually thrown out by a judge. The little boy on the beach became known as “Baby John.” His identity and who killed him still remains a macabre mystery.