Wednesday, July 24, 2013

the murder

It started when we heard a shriek and went to investigate at a senior citizens house. We knocked. A young man answered. At first he seemed sane but as he let us around, I grew uncertain. He asked us to stay and talk. He said the old man was on vacation and not decapitated beneath the planks where we sat. We continued talking on other matters. Soon the young man grew restless-hitting his chair- glancing at the ground. after several minutes he shrieked. "Rip up the boards, then, you villains, his still beating heart lies there!"

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