"Have you seen my son?" the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.
"No, sorry dear" the old woman replied.
"Have you seen my son?" the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time
"No, I'm sorry ma'am, but we'll search right away" the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman's sorrowful eyes.
"Please...please tell me my son is in there" asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.
"I'm really sorry Clarice, we haven't seen him" the mother replied.
The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, "Where is my son".She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search
"JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!"
Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her skinnier body. She screamed at every part of the town, "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?"
Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she'd already gone crazy.
She went to the local police department again...
"Have you seen my son?"
The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, "I'm sorry ma'am"
The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.
With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself."I guess I hid the body well"
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