Bathtub Tale

“I heard a sound in the upstairs bathroom.”

“Okay, go on.”

“I… I thought I must have left the water running in the tub. Or that it was broken, you know.”

“So you went upstairs to check it out?”


“Is that when he attacked you?”

“Not at first. I just stepped into the bathroom. And there was the tub, filled to the brim with steamy hot water.”

“Then he attacked you?”

“Yes, he had been hiding behind the door. He jumped out and pushed me in.”

“In what? Into the tub?”


“What did he do next?”

“He uh… He leaned over the tub and placed his hands around my neck.”

“Can you show me how his hands were? Did he use both hands? Was he strong?”

“I… I don’t remember exactly how he held his hands, only that his grip was so tight and the leather…. The leather was thick…”

“Wait, what leather? You didn’t mention leather in your previous statements…”

“He wore gloves. Leather gloves. I… I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“Every detail. Every detail is relevant. Go on.”

“He was choking me. I could breathe. I… I tried to fight. He held my head under the water and I tried to fight him.”

“Is that why you were wet when you arrived at the hospital?”

“Yes. I was in the tub.”

“And what happened when he was choking you? Did he stop?”

“He did not stop until I made him”

“What do you mean by ‘made him’?”

“Well, I knew I was going to die. I only had one choice.”

“And what choice was that?”

“I… well… I had to kill him first.”

“But he was much stronger than you. How did you manage to overpower him?”

“Being down you see, I was at an advantage”

“How so?”

“It is much easier to pull someone down than it is to hold someone down from above.”

“Okay. So you pulled him down?”

“Yes, I focused my energy to pull him into the tub on top of me. He was startled and I had but a moment to decide what to do next.”

“And what did you decide to do?”

“Well I had to shift the balance. I used that single moment to twist my body and pull myself on top of him.”

“So you got on top of him and what then?”

“I… well… I suppose I killed him.”

“How did you do it? Did you have a weapon?”


“What then?”

“I used my nails… with my thumps I… you know…”

“What did you do with your nails?”

“I… I stabbed them in his eyes.”

“Ok. And what did he do? That alone couldn’t have killed him”

“He screamed at me and started to hit me. I got out of the tub and I grabbed my pocket knife from my bedroom.”

“So you left him alone in the bath tub?”

“Yes. And when I came back to the bathroom, he was standing and pushing things over.”

“What did you do then?”

“That is when I killed him.”

“With your pocket knife?”


“Where did you stab him?”

“Anywhere I could.”

“And how many times did you stab him?”

“I did it until he stopped moving…”

“So you stabbed him even when he was lying on the floor?”

“Yes. Until he was still”

“You didn’t think to call for the police?”

“No. He… he would have killed me.”

“Ok. What did you do when he had stopped moving?”

“I took the body down stairs.”

“Why did you move the body? Why didn’t you leave it on the bathroom floor?”

“It was too dirty.”

“What was dirty?”

“Oh, the blood. I… I don’t like a dirty house.”

“So you took the body downstairs… what did you do after you got it down stairs?”

“Well, I didn’t have anywhere to put it.”

“So what did you do?”

“I burned the house.”

“You did what?”

“I burned down the house. I made a fire to sterilize it. Fire sterilizes things you know.”

“You burned down the entire house to sterilize it?”

“Yes. It was dirty. Blood everywhere.”


“I thought it was a good idea.”

“Okay… well what did you do after you set the fire to your house?”

“I got out of course. I wouldn’t want to get burned.”

“Then what?”

“I… I… I guess I went outside.”

“Did you get in your car?”


“So what did you do.”

“I… I don’t really know.”


“I just woke up in this bed.”

“Well, thank you Claire. All of this information will be taken into consideration and we truly appreciate your cooperation. Get some rest now.”