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Publié par | Everest Media LLC |
Date de parution | 01 mai 2022 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781669397137 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Insights on Michael Fleeman's The Stranger In My Bed
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6 Insights from Chapter 7 Insights from Chapter 8 Insights from Chapter 9 Insights from Chapter 10 Insights from Chapter 11 Insights from Chapter 12 Insights from Chapter 13 Insights from Chapter 14
Insights from Chapter 1
#1
On April 22, 1980, Sam Kennedy, a road worker in Newton County, Indiana, was repairing winter damage to a section of County Road 400 North, known locally as Hopkins Park Road. As he stood on the road, he saw a wooden box lying in the weeds up a drainage ditch. He and his partner pried open the box, and inside they found a soiled blanket or quilt and a tangle of clothes made of denim and plaid cloth.
#2
The remains of the woman were found in a box on Hopkins Park Road. She had been missing her legs below the shins. The bones appeared to be those of a small-framed male or a female.
#3
The Lady in the Box was eventually identified as a young woman between the ages of 20 and 40, with brown hair. She had been murdered. The bones had been chopped off with a power saw. The investigation stalled, and authorities decided to give her a proper burial.
#4
The Lady in the Box was a local legend. Teenagers would go to Hopkins Park Road to check out the very spot where she was found by Sam Kennedy that pleasant spring afternoon. Those who weren’t morbidly fascinated by her grew to feel compassion for her, and a sense of protectiveness.