Post by account_disabled on Dec 14, 2023 1:50:01 GMT -4
In the small town of Montebrugo, on 2 October 1966, an unfortunate event occurred which shocked the enlightened minds of most of the citizens. It was a mysterious murder for the purpose of revenge and this thesis was arrived at after abandoning the usual paths of logic and setting out on the dark streets of the supernatural. Never before that carefree spring morning had the town been the scene of such unspeakable death and perversion. Horror struck an old villa that stood on the outskirts of the town, at the foot of Colle Secco, the hill that despite its name was blissfully green in the magic of the new season.
Giacomo Arrighi, director of the prestigious Banca di Montebrugo, lived there, and there, in the profound silence of the late evening of October 2, Giacomo Arrighi ended his days in the most frightening of deaths. He had all the air of the classic and impossible perfect crime, the sinister work of the most fervent criminal mind or the expert synchronization of an unknown maniac. It was Sunday and the servants were not at home. The man had only been living for about ten years, Phone Number Data when a terrible deadly fever took his young wife away from him. He had no children or relatives. The house was immersed in a grove and almost entirely covered from view by the branches of centuries-old trees. A winding avenue led to the main road. Villa Viviana, named after the missing woman, was a building completely and damned isolated from the rest of the world. The most terrifying screams and the most deafening noises would never have been heard by anyone.
There, in the calm of an ordinary evening, Giacomo Arrighi had been the victim of a homicidal fury. The body of the unfortunate man was discovered by Mrs Bartozzi on the morning of Monday 3 October, around eight o'clock, when he had taken up his duties at Villa Viviana. After the usual scream of terror and her fainting as expected, her lady was helped by Giorgio, her butler who arrived immediately after her, who immediately took her to hospital. The man then notified the authorities, who soon reached the house. The case was entrusted to Inspector Clivetti. The body lay supine on the floor of the main room, with its arms and legs spread. The head, separated from the body and in a pool of blood, a detail that did not escape the astute inspector, was instead on the desk, the eyes and mouth immortalized in a monstrous grimace of ineffable fear.
Giacomo Arrighi, director of the prestigious Banca di Montebrugo, lived there, and there, in the profound silence of the late evening of October 2, Giacomo Arrighi ended his days in the most frightening of deaths. He had all the air of the classic and impossible perfect crime, the sinister work of the most fervent criminal mind or the expert synchronization of an unknown maniac. It was Sunday and the servants were not at home. The man had only been living for about ten years, Phone Number Data when a terrible deadly fever took his young wife away from him. He had no children or relatives. The house was immersed in a grove and almost entirely covered from view by the branches of centuries-old trees. A winding avenue led to the main road. Villa Viviana, named after the missing woman, was a building completely and damned isolated from the rest of the world. The most terrifying screams and the most deafening noises would never have been heard by anyone.
There, in the calm of an ordinary evening, Giacomo Arrighi had been the victim of a homicidal fury. The body of the unfortunate man was discovered by Mrs Bartozzi on the morning of Monday 3 October, around eight o'clock, when he had taken up his duties at Villa Viviana. After the usual scream of terror and her fainting as expected, her lady was helped by Giorgio, her butler who arrived immediately after her, who immediately took her to hospital. The man then notified the authorities, who soon reached the house. The case was entrusted to Inspector Clivetti. The body lay supine on the floor of the main room, with its arms and legs spread. The head, separated from the body and in a pool of blood, a detail that did not escape the astute inspector, was instead on the desk, the eyes and mouth immortalized in a monstrous grimace of ineffable fear.