The Dead Are Better Left Dead!

The Dead Are Better Left Dead!

This is a story about a young man who kills an old man!

It was 5:00 A.M. when I went to the old man’s house in Salem. I went there because, I had gotten a call about a noise coming from the old mans house on scary street.

A young man, his nephew opened the door. He seemed friendly enough. He asks me “Officer Jane” to come in. he offer me a drink, “I said no thank you.

I asked about the old man. The young man “Sam” told me that his uncle went to visit his grand-children in Boston. The young man took me in to the living room. He told me to have a seat. He sat down, too. He talked in a low soft voice.

After some minutes of this he seemed a little nervous. He began to talk in a more angrily voice.

“He said Stop! Stop! I can’t take it anymore look under the rug under the couch.” I looked and found the old man shredded into pieces. I was in shock! The tiny body pieces kept moving around slowly. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Then the young man, saw them too, and asked me to arrest him and send him to jail for murdering his rich uncle. His guilt had over- come him; but I asked him “why did you kill the old men?” He told me; because he was jealous of the old man fop tuned He told me he never wants to get out of jail. He felt horrible about the whole thing!

Never kill someone because you are jealous of that person. What you did can hunt you and you go to hell