I killed him. The knife is still in my hand with his blood all over it. I'm in shock. His blood is splattered all over my face and the walls of this room. I wonder if his life flashed before his eyes. I wonder how much of the pain he felt. I don't know what to do. I called James because I knew he'd help me with this. James came over as soon as he got my panicked phone call. He suggests that we bury the body deep in the woods late in the night. We put the body in the trunk and drove to a part of the woods that's so far out no one would ever dare to go there. We dug a hole large enough for the body and throw Old Man Jenkins in there. We covered the body and drove off like nothing ever happened.
I've known Mr. Jenkins since I was a little kid. He used to babysit me while my mom was at work. My mom was a single parent who was struggling and Mr. Jenkins offered to help my mom with me. He was loaded but was also very selfish with his money. I didn't think anything of it when I was younger because I thought everyone was like that. Mr. Jenkins babysat me until I was old enough to take care of myself after school. I always kept in contact with him. It's my senior year and the thought of college is stressing me out. I've gotten accepted to my dream college with scholarships but I still need a little more money to finish my tuition and I decided to ask Mr. Jenkins for help. I told him that'd I'd pay him back with interest but he just laughed in my face. I started begging him and that made him laugh even harder which made me very upset. Next thing I know, I grabbed a knife and I just started stabbing him.
Today I was walking down the street and I swear I saw a man that looked just like Mr. Jenkins. I went home and was working on some homework when I suddenly got tired. I dozed off and had the weirdest dream. In this dream I was just sitting in the house when all of a sudden Mr. Jenkins walked in straight out of the grave. His facial feature were all decomposed, so instead of a face, all that was seen was his skull. He was covered in dirt and his clothes were all torn. All of his blood was dried on his shirt. He had an odor that just made me want to throw up. He came close to me and said "you thought you could kill me and get away with it? You can never escape me." Then he started laughing his loud, boisterous laugh that set me off in the first place. I then jumped out of my sleep checking around me to make sure that it was only a dream. Confirming that it was a dream I still felt that it wouldn't be the last of its kind.
