And then the murders began

Some scroat stole my pizza. And then the murders began...

I, Claudius. And then the murders began.

Very Rusty booked into a hotel shortly after the murders began.

-VR

Vowing to murder more people, the unrepentant serial killer was released on a technicality. And then the murders began.

she bought a brand new whirlpool chest freezer with variable compartment temperature control
then the murders began

Russian national reporters caught wind of corruption in the Kremlin. And then the murders began.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
And then the murders began.

The Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

So the Lord God banished Adam from the Garden of Eden to work the ground from which he had been taken.

And then the murders began.

~ Genesis 3

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?’ And then the murders began.

Mr. Rogers was talking to Bunny Wunny about inviting Ginny Guinea Pig and Beatrice Bee to Easter Sunday breakfast in the Marshmallow Meadow with all the pretty sparrows and butterflies. And then the murders began.

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. And then the murders began.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. And then...

@fmf said
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. And then...

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. And then the murders began.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone