I decided to be a little different tonight and skip work and my usual hunting. I sat around the house fixed some popcorn smoked a bowl and watched American Horror Story. It was a good night.
Then there was a beating on the door. I peeked out of the peephole. It was the police. Shit. I can't go to jail. Fuck it. My life is over. I opened the door and they told me to step outside. They asked me about the man I had murdered the night before. Seeing the store was the store was the last place he was seen alive, I'm a prime suspect for a murder case...just great.
After they left I lit up a cigarette, grabbed my keys and started driving around town for a new catch.
I saw a tall woman with short hair and baggy clothing. You could tell she was gay. So, I picked her. I pulled over and offered her a ride. Luckily,she accepted and got in the car and thankfully she was going towards my house anyways. I told her I had to stop at the house for a few minutes to do something.
When we got to the house I invited her in. We sat and talked for a few minutes. Next thing I know, her tongue is down my thought. God that tongue ring felt amazing in my mouth. We managed to make it to the back bedroom. When we got laid down I reached up and grabbed my knife from under the pellow. When I had it positioned perfectly in my hand I stabbed her in the side. She groaned in pain.I got on top of her and repetitively stabbed her in the chest 48 times.
Once she was dead I picked her up and took her out back. I gabbed my shovel to begin digging a shallow grave. I only made it 3ft deep. I then trough her body in the whole, covered her up and went back in side to smoke another bowl.
