When April catches her husband, Benedict, staring at their gorgeous new neighbor’s yard instead of mowing the lawn, she peeks over to see what he’s looking at. Her frustration quickly turns to alarm at what she sees there, prompting her to call the police.
You know those idyllic Saturday mornings you always read about in lifestyle magazines? The ones where the sun is shining just right, the coffee’s brewing, and everyone’s in a good mood?
Yeah, this wasn’t one of those mornings.
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I stepped out into our backyard and immediately noticed something was off. Benedict was supposed to be mowing the lawn, a chore that was long overdue.
But instead of the sound of the mower, there was just silence, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves.
“Benedict!” I called out, my voice laced with frustration.
I scanned the yard, spotting him standing near the fence that separated us from our new neighbor, Angela.
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“Benedict, what are you doing?”
No response. He was just standing there, staring intently at something on the other side of the fence. I could feel my patience thinning. I marched over, my slippers slapping against the patio as I went.
“Benedict, did you hear me? The lawn isn’t going to mow itself!”
Still, nothing. It was like he was in a trance. I huffed and moved to stand beside him, following his gaze to see what had him so captivated.
And that’s when I saw her. Angela.
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She’d moved in a little over a week ago, and ever since, there’d been something about her that just didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the way she kept to herself, or how she always seemed to be watching us from her window.
Or maybe it was because she was drop-dead gorgeous: blonde, early twenties, the kind of woman who looked like she belonged in a glossy magazine ad rather than a suburban neighborhood.
Today, however, she was in her yard, meticulously burying something large and wrapped in a tarp in her flower bed.
A woman burying a large object in a flower bed | Source: Midjourney
My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t normal.
“Benedict, are you seeing this?” I whispered, my voice shaking.
He finally turned to look at me, a confused expression on his face. “Seeing what?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’? Angela! She’s burying something in her yard. Something big!”
Benedict blinked, his brows furrowing as he tried to process what I was saying. “Maybe it’s just garden stuff?”
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“Garden stuff? Wrapped in a tarp?” I could hear the hysteria creeping into my voice. “We need to call the police.”
“April, don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?” he said, scratching his head. “It’s probably nothing.”
Before I could argue further, Angela looked up and saw us watching her. Her face went from calm and focused to sheer panic. She quickly started shoveling more dirt over the tarp, her movements frantic.
“Oh my god, she saw us!” I gasped, pulling Benedict’s arm as I ducked out of sight. “We’re calling the police.”
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My hands were trembling so much that it took me three tries to dial 911. When the dispatcher picked up, I struggled to keep my voice steady.
“There’s a woman burying something in her yard,” I stammered. “It looks like a body.”
“Ma’am, please stay calm,” the dispatcher said in a soothing tone. “Can you give me your address?”
I rattled off our location, my eyes never leaving Angela. She was glancing around nervously as she patted down the dirt, her face pale.
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The police arrived in record time.
Their sirens blared, cutting through the suburban quiet, and sending a ripple of anxiety down my spine. I dragged Benedict with me to the front of the yard.
I stood there, my heart pounding, as officers in crisp uniforms poured out of their cars and approached Angela’s yard with an air of authority.
“Stay back, ma’am,” one of the officers instructed me, his voice calm but firm.
I nodded, gripping Benedict’s arm for support. He finally seemed to snap out of his stupor, his eyes widening as the reality of the situation hit him.
A man watching police officers approach a neighbor’s house | Source: Midjourney
The officers moved quickly, their boots crunching on the gravel as they crossed into Angela’s yard. She stood frozen, her face pale, hands raised slightly in a gesture of surrender.
“What’s going on here?” one officer demanded, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the freshly turned earth in the flower bed.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Angela exclaimed, her voice trembling. “I can explain!”
“Let’s see what’s under there first,” another officer said, motioning for his partner to investigate the freshly turned earth in the flower bed.
Freshly turned earth in a flower bed | Source: Midjourney
The second officer scraped away dirt and soon revealed the tarp.
“There’s something buried under here,” he called out as he hurriedly shoveled more of the dirt aside. It didn’t take long before he revealed a lumpy form a little over five feet long.
“Open it up,” the first officer said in a serious tone.
The moment felt like it stretched on forever. My breath hitched as the tarp was pulled back, revealing what looked unmistakably like a human form.
A tarp-covered object buried in a flower bed | Source: Midjourney
“Oh my god,” I whispered, my knees threatening to give way. Benedict tightened his grip on my arm, his face a mask of shock.
But then, as the officers peeled the tarp further, the truth came to light. It wasn’t a body. It was a mannequin. A lifelike, hyper-realistic mannequin, complete with detailed features and even eyelashes. The initial wave of horror was replaced by a confusing mix of relief and bewilderment.
“It’s a sculpture,” Angela said, her voice firmer now, though still edged with fear.
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“I’m an artist. I specialize in hyper-realistic sculptures for exhibitions. This one wasn’t ready for public display, and I didn’t have space to store it properly, so I was burying it temporarily.”
The officers exchanged looks, one of them nodding slightly. “Alright, we’re going to need to verify that. Can we take a look inside your house?”
Angela nodded, her shoulders slumping as the tension began to drain away. “Yes, of course. Follow me.”
We watched as the officers followed her inside.
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My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. Was this really happening? Had we just called the police on our neighbor over a misunderstanding?
A few minutes later, the officers returned, looking somewhat sheepish. “Her story checks out,” one of them said, addressing us. “She’s got a whole studio full of art supplies and other sculptures. This was just a big misunderstanding.”
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my face flushing. “I just… I thought…”
A woman speaking to a police officer | Source: Midjourney
“It’s okay,” Angela said, her expression a blend of amusement and irritation. “I get it. It did look pretty suspicious.”
“You could have just asked her, April,” Benedict chimed in, a small smile playing on his lips. “Maybe then we wouldn’t have half the police force in our yard.”
“Not helping, Benedict,” I muttered, elbowing him lightly.
Angela sighed, a small smile breaking through her frustration. “It’s fine, really. I’m just glad it’s all cleared up. Maybe next time, we can just talk?”
Two women speaking on a suburban sidewalk | Source: Midjourney
“Agreed,” I said, feeling a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. “I’m really sorry for all this. I guess I let my imagination get the better of me.”
Angela laughed, the sound easing the remaining tension. “No harm done. It’s actually kind of funny when you think about it.”
We all shared a laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting us. As the police wrapped up and left, Angela and I stood there, a tentative understanding forming between us.
“Let’s move past this and be good neighbors, okay?” she suggested, extending her hand.
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“Absolutely,” I agreed, shaking her hand firmly. “I’d like that.”
Benedict looked between us and grinned. “Well, I guess I’d better start on that lawn. Who knew a little yard work could turn into such an adventure?”
He nodded to Angela and strode off down the side of the house. As he fired up the mower, the familiar hum filled the air, bringing a sense of normalcy back to our Saturday morning.
Angela waved goodbye, heading back to her yard, and I watched her go, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and amusement.
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“Life in the suburbs, huh?” I said to myself, shaking my head.
Just then, my eldest son appeared at the front door. He watched with wide eyes as the cops drove away before staring at me.
“Mom? Are you in trouble with the police?” he asked.
“No, honey,” I said with a laugh as I stepped inside. “What do you say to having pancakes for breakfast?”
As I stood mixing pancake batter a few minutes later, I couldn’t help but feel thankful.
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What had initially seemed like a scary incident had ended in laughter and a newfound friendship. And as the hum of the lawnmower droned on, life returned to its usual rhythm, with a twist of unexpected excitement to remember.
Yvonne De Carlo gave up acting after a tragic incident
There were a lot of talented and attractive actresses back in the day and the stunning Yvonne De Carlo was definitely one of them.
She catapulted to fame through starring in the CBS sitcom The Munsters, only for a tragic accident to suddenly halt her career.
The legendary Yvonne De Carlo was a sultry and versatile actress with a movie career spanning over six decades. Born in 1922, she’s definitely one of the most prominent celebrities to come out of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
As a young girl, De Carlo was abandoned by her father. She was raised by her mother in poor circumstances – but she always knew that she wanted to be an actress, and De Carlo wrote her own plays as a 13-year-old.
During her time in Hollywood, the blue-eyed brunette proved that she was the real deal – she could do it all. It wasn’t just the fact that her beauty was overwhelming, De Carlo seemed to be a very down-to-earth lady as well.
Her career in movies and television is a testimony to her strength of character and determination. Among many other things, she played Moses’ wife in the epic film The Ten Commandments – though she’s best known for her role on the tv series The Munsters.
No one could have played Lily Munster better than De Carlo – she really nailed the role of a vampire in the monster sitcom. To this day, many of us can still remember the famous line when Lily, the matriarch of the monster family, says, “I’ve never heard of anything so outrageous in all my LIVES!”
The show propelled Yvonne De Carlo towards TV stardom – the role defined her career, and she gained a whole new generation of fans. It could even be said that The Munsters actually renewed De Carlos’s career. She had a good run in Tinseltown even before the show – she was often called the most beautiful girl in the world, and the audience loved her.
But the truth is that De Carlo’s star quality had begun to fade around the time she was cast in the monster sitcom. The Canadian-American actress had turned 42 when she was offered the role of Lily. And no one could have guessed that The Munsters would be hailed as one of the best television series of all time.
“It meant security,” De Carlo later said. “It gave me a new, young audience I wouldn’t have had otherwise. It made me ‘hot’ again, which I wasn’t for a while.”
“But I never estimated it would become this cult thing. It took two hours of makeup to make me seem like that. It ran for two huge seasons, then CBS quarreled with the creators about reruns as we got canceled. A movie in color in 1966 [‘Munster, Go Home!’] showed off everything in reds and greens on my face. Boy, was I ugly.”
After The Munsters, De Carlo continued to appear both in TV series and on stage. As one of the most respected actresses in the business, she had fans in every generation and no problem finding new and exciting projects.
Unfortunately, De Carlo had a pretty tough time of things during the last years of her life. It all goes back to when the actress met stuntman Robert ”Bob” Morgan on set in 1955.
The couple obviously had some chemistry, but Morgan was married at the time and Yvonne didn’t want to take things further. According to herself, she had ”no intention of causing that marriage to break up.”
Her husband lost his leg
When Morgan’s wife died, he and De Carlo met again on the set of The Ten Commandments in Egypt. They fell in love, got married, and had two sons together, Bruce Ross and Michael.
But living with a stuntman and daredevil came with a price. Morgan and De Carlo struggled to make their marriage work, but everything changed when the former was hit by a moving log train while shooting the 1962 movie How the West Was Won.
The accident cost Morgan his leg. He almost died performing the stunt, and the traumatic experience would affect the whole family. After the incident, medical bills piled up and De Carlo worked extremely hard to support her family. Yvonne, who had basically retired from acting by that point, had to go back to work to pay the bills.
“Before the accident, we were on the verge of breaking up, but when they took me to the hospital I just choked up and only one thought filled my mind: I don’t want my husband to die,” she said.
The Hollywood couple stayed together until 1973.
Losing her son
Sadly, De Carlo would once again have to face unimaginable tragedy. In 1997, her son Michael died at age 39. According to his brother, Michael died of brain damage from a stroke.
Her son’s death was a heavy blow for De Carlo. She made her last film in 1995, and after her son’s death never returned to the entertainment industry. She herself suffered a minor stroke in 1998.
According to her other son, Bob Ross, the stroke resulted from the stress and grief De Carlo felt over Michael’s passing.
“It just preyed on her mind to the point that she had a stroke the following year,” James Bawden, a former TV columnist for the Toronto Star, said.
“All she would talk about was her son.”
Yvonne De Carlo cause of death
Yvonne De Carlo passed away in January 2007 at age 84. During the last years of her life, she lived in a semi-retirement home near Solvang, north of Santa Barbara.
Her cause of death was heart failure.
“I think she will best remembered as the definitive Lily Munster. She was the vampire mom to millions of baby boomers. In that sense, she’s iconic,” her longtime friend and television producer Kevin Burns said at the time.
“But it would be a shame if that’s the only way she is remembered. She was also one of the biggest beauty queens of the ’40s and ’50s, one of the most beautiful women in the world. This was one of the great glamour queens of Hollywood, one of the last ones.”
Yvonne De Carlo is just pure legendary! She is what acting is all about and managed to reinvent herself all the time.
No matter her role, she was always on top of her game and portrayed her character in the most elegant and believable fashion. Rest in Peace!
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