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If Walls Could Talk...

A Fly on the wall

By Latoya Giles Published about a year ago 9 min read
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If Walls Could Talk...
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If walls could talk, what do you think they would say? Would the words be kind? Would lives be ruined perhaps? Could the walls tell jokes or regale us with clever and funny anecdotes? Well, all the above to be honest! My name is Holly, Holly Hotel. Nice to meet you.

People stay in hotels for so many different reasons. Most stay for vacation, while others stay for work. Maybe their home is being fumigated or remodeled and they needed to stay away a few days. Some people use my rooms for not so good reasons too though. Pull up a chair, I got a story to tell...

I had a regular named Greg, Mr Gregory Shultz. He worked as a local lawmaker for the city of Clementine Pennsylvania. He is a 39 year old married father of three. He has 7 year old twin daughters Tammy and Tawny and a 3 year old son, Gregory Jr. Mr. Shultz is a frequent hotel goer because his job I told you about. As a member of the government, he attends a lot of conventions and meetings here. I am his favorite hotel. He has a reserved suite: the deluxe penthouse suite. The kitchen knows what foods he likes and how to prepare them since he is with us so much. During the summer months, Mrs. Shultz and the kids stay too. I enjoy them. I have an indoor and outdoor pool with slides so they enjoy me too lol. Not to toot my own horn or anything I mean.

"Marcy, you know my family is coming tomorrow. Time is of the essence!" Greg said into his cell phone.

"Greg! Relax. I'm coming. Goodness. You act like this is the first time. I got this." Marcy replied.

Marcy Childers is a 31 year old unmarried executive assistant. She worked in Greg's office. She handles his schedule, phone calls and meetings. She knows everything about him. Marcy has never been married and has no children. She enjoyed a life of leisure. She never wanted children.

"See, I told you I was close." Marcy said as she walked into the room. She immediately began to unbutton her blouse as she walked over to Greg. Greg wasted no time either.

"The divorce papers are almost ready to be served. Just a little bit longer." Greg huffed, out of breath still.

"What? Almost?!? It has been almost a year Greg! I'm tired of sneaking around and being a secret. I deserve better, more than that." Marcy huffed back.

"You deserve more? I pay all of your bills and you have a platinum black card with no limit. That's plenty!"

"I still sleep alone at night Greg. I go home for holidays alone Greg. So yes, I deserve better. Why don't I just tell your wife when she arrives tomorrow? I won't make a scene or do it in front of the kids. Then it's all done, no more waiting." Marcy suggested.

"What? Of course you aren't doing that! Get it outta your head right now Marce!" Greg said, annoyed.

"OK. I will leave her a note then. Seal it in an envelope and leave it at the front desk with her name on it or something."

"Drop it Marcy! I said the papers are almost ready." Greg said, ending the conversation on the subject.

The thing is though, Greg had no intention of leaving his wife. Looks like Marcy was starting to realize this.

Greg ordered room service for dinner. Some filet mignon alfredo and roasted asparagus. White wine was the the drink of the evening, then bed. Mrs Shultz wasn't due to arrive at the hotel until around 3pm the next day. Even if she did happen to arrive early, Greg and Marcy always stayed in a different reserved deluxe suite. He planned for everything.

"Is this a new wine?" Marcy asked. "It tastes different. Like sweet, but bitter."

"Tastes the same to me Marce. You know me, I don't like change, so I would never try a new wine on a whim." Greg chuckled.

Marcy finished her glass and got into bed. Her eyes were closed in no time. As soon as Greg saw that she was out, he jumped up and got to work. Marcy thought she was discrete, but not discrete enough for a paranoid adulterer. The letter suggestion was more than just a suggestion. Greg had looked into Marcy's purse when she went to shower. In addition to being paranoid, Greg is a narcissistic control freak. Making the laws people have to follow is the perfect job for him. Greg lived to tell people what to do. Marcy had actually written a note to Greg's wife:

Dear Mrs. Shultz,

I truly hope you are well. You don't know me yet, but we will meet very soon. Have a seat. This will b e difficult to read. My name is Marcy. I have been seeing your husband (soon to be ex of course :)) for almost a year. He said he has already broken the divorce news to you months ago but you will not let go. It's over. He loves me, not you. He hates coming to that house and pretending to be happy and play with those kids. He pays all of my bills and covers my extra expenses as well. Please stop embarrassing yourself and prolonging the inevitable. Just sign the damn papers!

M

Remember that "funny taste" Marcy mentioned? Greg spiked her wine with sleeping pills and antifreeze. Crushed pills tend to taste bitter and antifreeze is said to taste sweet. Greg had no idea how much of either to use to get the job done. He decided to just wing it. Why not, right? Apparently it worked. It's now time to stage the scene. Greg's affair was a bit of an open secret at the hotel, so Marcy being seen or in this case, found in Greg's room would not be out of the ordinary. Greg put on rubber gloves and took the tainted wine glass. He put it in a sandwich bag. He then put the bag on the floor and crushed the glass. He stepped on it until the glass was near dust. He figured that if the glass is destroyed, no analysis could be done. You know the stuff: fingerprints, dna or to test the glass for substances. He pulled out a new wine glass. He swirled some wine in the glass so that it had the appearance of having been drank from. Greg also thought to put the glass in Marcy's hand and put it up to her lips. All of Marcy's clothes are then removed and her naked body placed into the tub. The sleeping pills are actually prescribed to Marcy because she suffers from insomnia. Greg fills the tub with water, puts the pill bottle on the bathroom sink and lays the wine glass on the floor.

Marcy was getting ready for bed. She took her two sleeping pills. She washed them down with some wine. The combination put her to sleep too soon and too deep so she slipped under the water and drowned. Textbook scenario. Case closed. Greg was done. He got in bed himself and went to sleep. After all, he had a meeting in the morning and his family arriving in the afternoon.

Up at sunrise. Suit on. "Do not disturb" card on the doorknob and off he goes. It's just another day.

"Mommy, I gotta pee pee!" Greg Jr whined from his car seat in the back.

"Tammy quit touching me! Mooooooommmm!" Tawny shouted.

"She's lying mom! My hands are right here!" Tammy said.

"Don't say lie." Mrs. Shultz said, without even turning around or looking back. Mom level: PRO.

"Hey Kelly! It's vacation week again. Yaaaaayyyyy." Mrs. Shultz said to the hotel clerk, feigning enthusiasm.

The bellboy got all the bags, floaties and shoe boxes from the Shultz family car. Same routine. Into the elevator and up to the 14th floor. Last room on the left side of the east wing is reserved for family. The affair room is on the right side of the west wing. Simple enough. Mother and children settle in for the 1o day stay while father quietly gathers his remaining belongings to return them to his suitcase so he could walk up the hall to the family room and pull off the rest of his plan. So far so good. Greg spent the day creating his alibi. The finishing touch was making the bath water the hottest it could get in order to throw off the time of death.

"Daddy!" The children said in unison. They each ran and jumped on Greg. You see, Greg wasn't unhappy in his life. The truth is, he loved his wife dearly and absolutely adored his children. Greg never wanted anything more than to be a father. His wife was his school sweetheart and a former beauty queen. He only started seeing Marcy to prove to himself that he still "had it". Typical. Mission accomplished though. He just didn't think far enough about how to end it or what to do if Marcy fell in love. As far as he was concerned, the situation was handled so it no longer mattered.

"Hey hot stuff!" Greg said to his wife, grabbing her waist.

"Hey stud." Mrs. Shultz giggled.

They appeared to be very much in love.

Marcy's body was found as planned. The staged scene told exactly what Greg wanted it to say. The case was ruled an accident and was closed. On the last day of the Shultz family vacation, Greg went to the family suit to pack up and leave as a family the way they always did. He returned to an empty room. There was an envelope on the coffee table with a pen on top.

"Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be..." are the words written on the envelope. Inside were divorce papers. While Greg was all wrapped up in his own affair, he completely missed the breakdown of his marriage. Again, typical. While he was paying Marcy's bills, Mrs. Shultz was quietly moving and saving money. She was also gathering intel: photos, videos, and the like just in case Greg contested the divorce. As the last nail in Greg's figurative coffin, Mrs. Shultz mailed (anonymously) copies of all the photographs and video footage along with audio of Marcy's murder from start to finish. Moral of the story? NEVER underestimate the wrath of a woman scorned...

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About the Creator

Latoya Giles

I'm just a single mom tryna make it. Come with me on my journey through life in writing... "A dream deferred is not a dream denied"

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