#belle gunness

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I present 2 of the core ingredients of my account: a black cat and women killing dudes.

Now reading the heartwarming tale of Belle Gunness.

A festive atmosphere reigned at the farm. Newspaper commentators compared the scene to a “county fair,” a “playground,” and a “Sunday amusement park.” Vendors, calling their wares through megaphones, peddled peanuts, popcorn, and lemonade. Beside one of the graves, where the moldering remains of two of Belle’s victims had been unearthed, a portly fellow manned a makeshift refreshment stand, dispensing “pink ice cream and cake.”

A crew of young men, hired for the occasion by a local printer, roamed the grounds, hawking picture postcards at ten cents apiece or three for a quarter. The photos of Andrew Helgelien’s dismembered body sold out within minutes, though the ones showing the skulls of Belle’s other victims were also popular.

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