Rose Chase

When they first showed Adam the picture, I told them it's just me on the park bench talking because that's, to me, what it looked like. And I tried to convince Adam otherwise.

I just want to make sure he's safe and that he knows people miss him. We do miss him. I just hope it ends on a happy note.

The part that I told you the light wouldn't work.

I had skin along the wall, and he was...

Back then it was true. We barely talked to each other. And then I didn't realize Adam put a key. Key logger? Key logger in. So he was watching, typing, or seeing what I was talking about.

But that person that I was typing with, I never... Right.

Him and I called into work so this way we could work things out.

He went back to sleep after he called up his boss.

I tried waking him up. It took me a while, but he finally got up. He went upstairs to grab a smoke. Then he started to go on the computer and I go, I thought we were going to talk about this. Started arguing again about the fact that Mark kissed me. And I go, yes, it was only a kiss. And he goes, well, you told me last night that we're going to get a DNA test done on Tristan. I told him.

I told him then. no need tristan's not yours he got furious punched the wall okay and that was the that was the hole that we saw right i went to grab him he did push me away i went to grandma again and i don't know how if he tried to push me away again or if i tried to grab and grabbed him wrong but he his foot caught the stairs, and he tumbled down the stairs.

When I saw him there, I paused. I go, Adam? You? Okay. Hesitated, shook him a little bit. Waited a few more minutes. Still wasn't moving. I shook him again. Still wasn't moving. Looked to see if he had a pulse.

I checked his nerves.

Then... I just waited a few more minutes and then he started to wet himself.

I panicked. I didn't know if any of the neighbors heard anything. I really panicked, dragged him. It was a struggle, but I dragged him.

No.

About five minutes.

He wasn't moving at all. Okay. After he bled himself, I assumed he was dead.

And went to the thing. Sylvia called me and said that she talked to the sheriff, that he wanted to talk to me. So I went back to the house in a panic. So I had him just laying there and I didn't want the sheriff to see him there because I knew he would arrest me right on the spot. So I, that little corner cut out of the wall, I thought about putting him in there.

I went in there, checked it out, was going to put him in an area in the dirt. But when I went to move him, I just couldn't really lift him that far.

Grab a bag out from the kitchen. Wiggled the bag underneath him. Still wasn't doing anything. Got him on that bag. I mean, it was one of those heavy-duty... Sorry, almost like what you use for lining of a water bed.

Yeah. That made it a little bit easier to drag him into.

After I got him to the stairwell in the... Right in front of the basement, still wasn't moving anything. I... Actually cleared all those doors and stuff out of the stairwell, giving myself some more room. Grabbed him. He's still not moving. Got him right there. He's right there on the platform, and I gave him another shove into the basement. I couldn't carry him. I just let gravity do its work.

Did he tumble there? He tumbled there. He hit his head.

And that's when I put this heart, that's when I put everything on top of it.

It was my son's kiddie pool that was originally over top of him. It had all the skids of stuff surrounding him. Then I put long pieces of board over top of that, and I made it look like a table.

Only the basement.

And I've had people in the house, they, you know, I like to burn candles. So they didn't really smell anything out of the ordinary.

Nope. I try to keep people out of the basement.

Because... At first, I thought everyone was going to think it was murder.

That I, you know, that I fucked him on purpose.

After I hit the body. And... the dogs came in, I thought I got pretty lucky. I was going to turn myself in several times, but the thing that kept shying me away from turning myself in was how his family acted.

As in, what they were doing was If you didn't catch that, Rose Chase just said that the reason why she didn't turn herself in

Yes. Then I went to grab him again to get his attention again.

Because he shoved me right about in this location.

What I was afraid of if Adam didn't perish on that stairwell was that the truth about Tristan's DNA was gonna come out. It came out anyway, but the first thing that was going through my head was, okay, Adam died. I wanted to keep Tristan in a loving family as long as I could. His parents were great grandparents.

I mean, he tried to cover my ass, but then... Mm-hmm. And subconsciously, I did want to push him.

I'm going to have to say yes.

He was asking him about Mark. How many times did Mark kiss Mommy? Did Mark ever come to the house? How many times did you see Mommy and Mark together? Rose eventually got to describing what you're surely all dying to know.

Well, after allowing him to rot away in the sweltering basement,

He just fell apart.

He'd been there about six to eight weeks.

Well, all right. Head, arms, legs. Mm-hmm. It came off no problem.

Okay.

The real creepy part. The torso itself, I went to lift it up once. I put it on a trash bag, wrapped it up, took the blanket, lifted it up to where the sub pump was. I went upstairs, opened up the car door, that catch. And as I'm lifting up the torso part, it hits my keys and the car alarm is gone.

One of my neighbors came out. I shut the door. And, you know, they were like, hey, was that your car alarm? I said, yeah. I hit the button by mistake. I thought when I was carrying him down the ramp that he was going to slip out of me. But he didn't. I made it to the car.

So I figure, what the hell? I'll run, take Tristan, I'll pack up some stuff, we'll spend the night at my mom's house. I got Tristan out of the car, he walks around, I take Adam to the woods. He did follow me briefly, and was like, it's okay, you can walk with mommy, but I made sure he was far enough away, so that's why he really didn't

He always wanted to be cremated. That's the one thing he wanted, was to be cremated. He didn't want a sappy funeral. He didn't want anybody to play those sad songs. He just wanted to be cremated.

I'm not a bad person. I cherish his memory despite what people make me out to be.