Driving through the small town of Morgan, Utah we stopped at the local museum. I took my camera with me in case I saw anything unusual that I might want to use for Sunday Photo Fiction. A strange display of license plates caught my eye.
I took this photo.
A sign below the plates told the story.
“The license plates that you see in this exhibit span a total of 37 years. These plates come from the house of a man named Hank Greenwood, a long time resident of Morgan. He was a quiet man who kept to himself. Few rarely saw him. When they did, he usually had a spade in his hands.
Over the 37 years, Greenwood collected the plates that you see here today. The significance of these plates is indeed unusual. Little did the folks of the town of Morgan know that this quiet man was a serial killer. Each of the plates represents a ‘trophy’ for the 26 that he killed. Greenwood buried each of his victims in his backyard. Odd as it may be, when he was arrested he told authorities that he felt each plate gave him license to kill.”
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Thank you goes out to Joe Owens, our host of Sunday Photo Fiction, for the photo that inspired today’s story. And thank you dear reader for taking the time to stop by for a quick read! I hope that you enjoyed my story. Be well! ^..^