scream 33.scr.003 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire

Carl's rented house was two doors down from Geoffrey Clark's home. And while he watched Rick Mears and Bobby Rahal average 171 miles per hour—a record— he forgot to check on his little girl outside. She soon grew bored playing alone and wandered down the street looking for Eliza Clark. Minutes later, Hadden Clark was tip-toeing up the stairs of the empty house after her, a knife in his hand that appeared to be as big as his intended victim. He followed her into Eliza's room.


Hadden threw the little girl to the floor and was on her so fast she didn't get a chance to scream. The first slash was a backhand, from left to right across her chest; the second went back the other way, almost like Zorro making the Z sign. She fell back in shock and he straddled her, putting his free hand over her mouth. She surprised him by biting his hand. That made him very angry and he plunged the twelve-inch knife straight through her throat.

Blood was spurting all over the wooden floor of the little bedroom. The room in the old house sloped and the blood sought the lowest level.

Hadden didn't know what to do first. Should he mop up the blood and cover up what he had done or try to have sex with the dead girl? He tried the sex part first but couldn't make it work.

Bedroom in which Michele Dorr was murdered (Montgomery County Police Dept.)