Henry, a old madman that lived on the corner. He hated when people came over to his old creepy home. He hated when new people moved onto "his" block. He hated people period. When people came to his(they thought it was empty and haunted)house he would find a way to get rid of them by making it look like an accident. Until there was this one group of people. He couldn't seem to get rid of them. It made him so mad that he stabbed them to death. The police were called by a neighbor that saw it. The police went over to the neighbors house first to talk to them. When they went over there, they saw the neighbor's body. In his blood, on the sidewalk it said, I HATE PEOPLE.
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Wow. I don't like some people but that's just too much. This one wasn't really that sad. Well it was sad about the dead people. Thanks for all the support!XD It's you awesome dudes that helps me to keep writing!=)
Bye My lovely readers! ^•^
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