• As my black ferrari entered the deserted parking lot, I noticed something hanging out of a trash can. I pulled into a parking space and tired off my car. Before I went to investigate, I tried to call my wife again, who hadn't been at home that morning. The phone rang for 37 seconds, then went to voicemail.
    "Hey!" her gentle, enthusiastic voice rang out. "It's Elizabeth Short, I'm busy at the moment, so I can't come to the phone. Sorry I missed you but leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!!"
    "Hi honey," I began. "It's Alan again. You weren't at home this morning, and I wasn't aware of any event out of the ordinary you had today. I missed you on the drive to work today. Call me back, thanks, bye."
    I thought I heard a faint buzz somewhere in the parking lot, but it must've been my imagination. I was closer to the trash can now and noticed that the object sticking out looked a lot like a hand. I slowly got out of my car. I locked the doors and reluctantly approached the trash can. It smelled like nothing I had ever smelled before in my entire life. Like... like... like rotting human flesh. But that was impossible... right?
    I finally reached the thrash can and idly let my eyes drift over the edge.
    "ELIZABETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. "MY GOD!"
    I burst into tears. My darling Elizabeth was dead. Casually murdered and left in a trash can to rot. She had been severed in half at the waist, drained of her blood, cleaned, and left to decompose.
    "Who did this to you?" I asked between forceful sobs. I knew she wouldn't answer but I had to ask her anyways. I sat there next to her trash can, sobbing. My body was violently quivering. My mind had shut down. It took me 36 minutes to discontinue my childish behavior and call the police.

    That was in 1947. It's 2010 now, and I still don't know who killed my cherished Elizabeth. heart JCK

    NOTE: On January 15, 1947, 22 year-old Elizabeth Short's naked body was found in a lot. Her nude, mutilated body was severed in half at the waist, drained of blood and washed clean. Elizabeth came to Hollywood from Massachusetts to be a star. Because her hair and clothes were always jet black, she was known as "The Black Dahlia."