The Train Station

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 13, 2020

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Let me tell you my story of when I last saw my beautiful wife. You must listen to this and not the version the cops and the prosecutor put out. They are wrong, I did not murder my wife and dump her body in the woods. Yes, that's correct, I do not deserve to go to prison for life without parole.

My wife Gloria and I were getting ready to go on a train ride from New York to Chicago. So, the morning of January 26, we packed our suitcases and headed out toward the train station.

For the entire car ride over to the station, Gloria and I talked and laughed. We truly were madly in love with each other, to say the least. By the time we arrived at the station, I gave her a big kiss and we exited our car.

We walked inside the station, hand in hand. While walking we were discussing how exciting the train ride will be and then we saw them…

In the middle of the train station stood… myself and Gloria. This doppelganger of Gloria was digging in her purse, looking to give something to the doppelganger version of me.

I asked Gloria if she was seeing this but when I looked over she was gone. The weirdest thing was I still felt like I was holding her hand. Then I looked back at our doppelgangers but they were gone. That's the last time I saw my wife…

“Ahem,” the prosecutor cleared his throat. “Okay, Mr. Thompson, that was a unique story but I have some issues with it.”

The twelve members of the jury sat and watched carefully as the prosecutor dug into Larry Thompson's story.

“My first issue is about your Chicago trip. You said you and Gloria each packed suitcases. Yet, the police didn't find suitcases that belonged to you or Gloria.”

Larry sat which an eerie smirk on his face.

“You were in Chicago and the police found you in a night club,” the prosecutor said. “It was reported that you called your wife in as missing, so why did you still go to Chicago?”

“Sir, I was so shocked by everything that I didn't know what I was doing,” Larry said.

“No, you know exactly what you were doing. Your life insurance company is based in Chicago and you were collecting your big check.”

“I, ah…” Larry mumbled.

“Your wife was found dead, stuffed inside a briefcase, the same one people saw you carrying at the train station.” The prosecutor approached Larry. “Admit it, you killed your wife and stuck her body in that suitcase!”

“Okay, you got me!” Larry screamed. “I killed her okay? You may as well give me the death penalty cause I am a murder!”

“No! He's innocent and I can prove it!” A voice yelled from the back of the courtroom.

The entire courtroom gasped as they turned around to find another Larry Thompson standing by the doors…


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