Looks quaint, doesn’t it? This used to be the caretaker’s quarters at a Presbyterian Church in Singapore. It was located beside the old library. I must have walked past this place a million times. There used to be a bus stop in front of it, and across, a cinema. I am kinda outdated these days. Singapore’s too fast for me, too many changes.
Back in the 1980s, lots of things were happening. I mean, things were moving and shaking. Good old days. The pace of life was moderate.
But something happened at this little house that was most disagreeable with the tempo of life.
The caretaker was chopped into pieces and his parts cooked in curry. You read that right.
The six suspects, including the man’s wife and her relatives, were charged with murder.
But they were eventually discharged not amounting to an acquittal. No remains or evidence of the killing were ever found. Imagine that.
Three others were imprisoned for several years, and then released unconditionally.
The three gave a newspaper an interview. In the photo, they were all smiles while having a meal at a food stall.
The case was dubbed “The Curry Murders.”
