"Umm, good evening Inspector," Syke was shaking like he saw a ghoul.
"Good evening, Mr O Coldstone."
"What can I do for you?"
He stared at his bushy moustache, formal outfit, brown eyes and polite looking hat.
"Well, we're interviewing about your late brother Ronald, what did you see?"
"I just heard his screams and yeah," Syke forced tears into eyes to look less suspicious. "Yeah, sorry I hate talking about it. I miss him so much!"
Tyson tried not to laugh.
"You little man? What about you?" inquired the Inspector.
"Nope, it's just hard to remember it was a long time ago."
"It was less than 2 weeks ago."
"Do you have any other family members available now?"
"Nope, they have all went to the supermarket," lied Syke.
"Ok, thank you for your time and aid towards finding this serial killer."
Tyson and Syke exchanged a dreaded look.
"We're going to be more careful!" advised Tyson.
"Yeah," Syke sighed.
"I have an idea," Tyson smiled.
Like a sheep, mindlessly, Syke followed Tyson to the garage. Tyson started stuffing the heads under the floorboards. Syke decided to help too. Soon, all the heads were underneath the cramped, wet, dark floorboards.
"People can still see the lumps," Syke added.
The 2 decided to dig underneath the floorboards and buried the heads there in a box, so the cockroaches and flies won't devour the rotting crowns.
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Human harvester
HororA story about revenge and a whole lot of gore and murder. Who will come out on top? Find out.
