William, my heart goes out to you, I'm very sorry for your loss. Thank you, I am sitting tight at the moment and not rushing to pay any of the bills that should be covered by insurance. The maddening thing is the final notices and threats of collection agencies and having to call and explain the whole situation, usually to someone different each time what is going on. Urg!
Thank you, Shelley. I've cut waaaaaaay back on my diet cola consumption since the last attack and am trying to drink more water on the whole. Hmmm, I would guess that spinach is considered a dark green vegetable? I love spinach salad and do eat it quite a bit, guess I need to cut back on that.
Well, I got the okay from my fiance to tell his story. When this initially happened I was going to post about it and ask everyone's advice as this was a situation neither of us had ever dealt with before. Anyway, my fiance is a landlord for a living, he has a few rental properties. His tenants were moving out of one of the rentals and called to have him come over for the final inspection, I went with him. The place was immaculate, everything was clean and fresh and outside of a few scuffs on the paint that needed touch-up it was rent ready.
The tenants handed over the keys, got their deposit and left. When we went to lock up, my honey realized that the key they gave him for the door was the wrong one and he couldn't lock the place up. Now this rental has a patio at the front door and is fenced in by a tall wooden fence. When the gate is closed you wouldn't even know where the entrance to the place is. So, my fiance decided that he would have a locksmith come over the next day and change out the lock. We left and didn't think any more on the matter.
The next day when my fiance showed up with the locksmith, the locksmith opened the door and got a funny look on his face and said, "Did you know that there is blood all over the place in here?" My fiance went in and almost threw up, there was indeed blood all over the place, some of it still wet. My fiance called the police and then called me.
I can easily tell you that there was less blood involved in the Borden murders than what was spread out in the rental. There were splashes, and spatters, and drops, and ropes, and pools, and smears, bloody handprints everywhere on the walls, on the bathroom and kitchen sinks, on the counters, and overall that rancid, coppery stink. And no, there was no body, just gouts of blood everywhere. Outside of hiring a specialty cleaning service that would be mega expensive, we figured we would be cleaning that mess up ourselves. Thats what I wanted to ask the Forum, how do you clean up a bloodbath? What sort of cleaners do you use? Do you use hot or cold water? Etc, etc, etc. I figured with all our study of the Borden case, someone would have an idea what to do. Emma wiping up the sitting room had nothing on me after cleaning up that mess.
So, after about a week, between the police and the neighbors there, we were able to piece together what had happened. Some woman, who was high on drugs and drunk, got into a fight with her boyfriend. Somehow or another, on her own, she managed to put her head through a window and cut her neck, probably a vein judging by the mess we had. She left her house and went to a friend's house in the neighborhood and he called the cops. When she found out that this guy had called the cops, she left and went to the rental property, we can only assume that she knew the past tenants in some way. Since the door was unlocked, she let herself in and proceeded to bleed all over the place in the rental while trying to staunch the flow of blood and clean herself up. She finally left and went to the hospital and got the medical help she needed. Now, did you ever have a day like that?
“Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else's life forever.”-Margaret Cho comedienne
