Those closest to her say she spent the final hours retreating inward, making quiet calls and leaving behind more questions than answers.

On the surface, Marilyn Monroe’s death appeared to be a classic Hollywood tragedy—a vulnerable woman lost to addiction, found dead in her bed after years of emotional instability and heartbreak.

But peel back the glamour, the rumors, and the carefully crafted public statements, and a more chilling narrative begins to emerge—one of manipulation, hidden visits, missing records, and too many inconsistencies to ignore.

More than 60 years later, the question persists: **Was Marilyn Monroe murdered—and if so, why?**

Let’s start with the setting: Marilyn was found dead in her Brentwood home on August 5, 1962, supposedly from an overdose of Nembutal and chloral hydrate.

But the condition of her body, the location of the pills, and the actions of the people around her that night suggest something far more complex.

The official report claimed she died by ingesting pills. Yet the autopsy noted no residue in her stomach—an oddity considering the volume she supposedly swallowed.

Her colon, however, showed signs of extreme irritation, suggesting the drugs may have been administered via enema or injection. This is not the method of someone trying to numb themselves to sleep—it’s the method of someone being silenced.

Her housekeeper, Eunice Murray, changed her story more than once. Initially, she said she noticed the bedroom light on late at night and called Dr. Ralph Greenson, Monroe’s psychiatrist, who then broke a window to enter.

But in a later interview, she slipped and admitted, “Why, at that time, at 3 a.m., I was doing laundry.” Doing laundry? After discovering a dead body? That detail raised alarms with former LAPD Sergeant Jack Clemmons, the first officer to arrive at the scene.

He was adamant that the room appeared “staged.” Everything was too neat. The body looked posed. And Monroe, he said, was clutching a telephone in her hand—mid-call, or mid-reach?

Then there’s the phone call Peter Lawford—JFK’s brother-in-law—allegedly received from her that night. Marilyn, in a slurred but urgent voice, told him: “Say goodbye to the president.”

If those were her last words, were they meant as a poetic farewell, or a desperate warning that she knew she was in danger?

What adds weight to this theory is who she was connected to at the time. Monroe had recently been romantically involved with both President John F. Kennedy and his brother, Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy.

Witnesses claimed RFK visited her that day. Officially, he was across the state in San Francisco—but multiple sources, including a retired LAPD officer and a neighbor, said they saw him near her home that weekend.

A bombshell claim came from Monroe’s publicist at the time, who recalled: “There was fear in the air. She had been trying to reach Bobby all day. She kept saying, ‘They’re going to come for me.’”

What was she about to expose? Friends of Monroe say she had begun writing in a secret diary, which included entries about her affairs with

high-ranking officials, her knowledge of political secrets discussed in pillow talk, and even details about government dealings with Cuba and the Mafia.  That diary was never found. Some say it disappeared from her home the night she died.

Others claim FBI agents, who had been keeping tabs on Monroe due to her communist-linked friends and former husband Arthur Miller, took it during a quiet sweep of the house before the media or police could investigate thoroughly.

Dr. Greenson, who reportedly discovered her body, also behaved strangely afterward. He was a trusted figure in Monroe’s life, but records suggest he may have been under pressure from government sources.

One theory posits that Monroe was killed by injection—possibly by someone Greenson knew or even by Greenson himself under coercion—and that he helped stage the scene out of fear or guilt.

Even the coroner’s office acted in ways that raise red flags. Key organ samples were destroyed. Her stomach and intestines, which could’ve confirmed or ruled out oral ingestion, were gone. Who authorized that? No one ever explained it, and no one was ever held accountable.

There were also reports of a recording device in Monroe’s home, installed by private investigator Fred Otash, who later claimed he had tapes of her final night—including a violent altercation with RFK.

The tapes, if they ever existed, were never released. Otash claimed they were seized or destroyed.

And what about the behavior of the people who survived her? Pat Newcomb, Monroe’s closest friend and publicist, was with her the day before she died. When asked later about Marilyn’s mood, she snapped, “I’m not going to talk about it!” and never gave interviews again.

Lawford was evasive. Greenson retreated from public life. Murray vanished. Each key witness either withdrew or changed their story over time.

What emerges is not a simple tragedy, but a layered puzzle. A woman entangled in the affairs of the most powerful men in the world. A diary that vanished.

Medical evidence that doesn’t add up. Witnesses who lied. Officials who covered their tracks. And at the center of it all, a lonely icon reaching out for someone to listen.

Marilyn Monroe may have died alone in her room that night—but she didn’t die quietly. Her final hours were filled with phone calls, cries for help, and perhaps a desperate attempt to reveal the truth.

Whether it was politics, power, or paranoia that sealed her fate, one thing is undeniable: **this was not just a case of Hollywood heartbreak. It was a crime scene dressed as a suicide.**

And if that’s true, then someone—somewhere—got away with murder.