There were two more murders, 15 miles away.

When police arrives, they found the telephones and electricity lines.

We have a weird homicide.

A scene described by one investigator as reminiscent of a weird...

Some stories are so strange, they seem more fiction than fact.

On February 14th, 1945, a man was killed in a truly strange case that remains a mystery.

So if you like your coffee hot but your bones chilled, sit back and start your day with a morning cup of murder.

Charles Walton was born on May 12, 1870, and spent most of his life as an agricultural worker living in Lower Quentin in Stratford.

A widower, he shared a small cottage with his 33-year-old niece, Edith Isabel Walton, whom he adopted when she was just three years old after the death of her mother.

Described as a bit of a loner, though Charles did not really socialize, he was still thought of

favorably by his neighbors and well liked in the community despite his alleged eccentricities.

Things like the fact that, according to the sources, birds were known to flock to him and eat straight out of his hands, and that he seemed to have the ability to tame even the wildest dog with just the sound of his voice.

Some thought he was a little too well-versed in country lore, and waltz, speaking amongst themselves, many who knew Charles

wondered if he was associated with witchcraft and covens.

Even so, the rumors did nothing to change people's positive opinions on the man, and as far as

anyone knew, there really wasn't a single person who would consider Charles Walton an enemy,

which is what made the events of February 14, 1945, all the more shocking. Charles Walton, a man with rheumatic

joints, and who walked with a stick, often made his money by accepting farmwork wherever he could

find it. And for the last nine months of his life,

he'd worked for a local farmer, Alfred Potter, whose farm was known as the furs, which is exactly

where he went on that Valentine's Day with a pitchfork in hand and a slash hook ready to work.

Leaving his purse at home, according to Edith,

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