The Mantis Murder

To prove my innocence I will tell you what happened to the absolute best of my ability. It all started when I looked out the window and saw a praying mantis, tear my lemon seed sprout right out of the dirt and then proceed to eat it. When I saw this the first thing I felt was confusion because I know for a fact that praying mantises are carnivorous, only eating bugs and sometimes things like frogs and hummingbirds, but never plants, but then it turned and looked me straight in the eyes with a glare sharper than a double edged sword. At first I thought I was just crazy but then, it started to run towards the window I was looking out of, climbed up to where my face was, and glared even more intently than before, what I didn't know was that this wouldn't even be the strangest thing this particular praying mantis would do. Now this naturally frightened me so I let out a small shriek and stubbled back, my mother came over to see what had startled me so I told her that the praying mantis on the window is acting very strange, some would say almost evil, but she told me I was just being paranoid and she decided to start looking at it saying that she didn't understand why I was so frightened by it and that it was so pretty. My mother then decided to fetch for my oldest sister, for she also likes praying mantises, so my mother called for her and she came over and they started admiring the beauty that they somehow saw in it. My sister then opened the door to go outside to see it better, the praying mantis then hopped from the window onto the ground and flew into the house right on top of the door, now if this particular praying mantis had been brown I wouldn't have thought much of it, for the brown ones are the males and they are much smaller than the green females so the males are able to fly more regularly whereas the females almost never fly at all. This frightened me so I ran to the kitchen to wait for it to leave. While I stood in the kitchen I repeatedly asked my mother and sister to please get it out of the house, in reply they kept telling me to calm down and that they were working on it. Now, while they were trying to herd it out of the house they kept giving it compliments saying things like how pretty it was, and how fascinating, and how curious, because it was looking around the house. At this point I had had enough of waiting around in the kitchen so I rounded the corner and looked at the entryway, the praying mantis then stared straight into my eyes. The next thing it did was the most awful thing I have ever seen, and hopefully ever will see. It broke it's glare with me and stared straight at my mother, when it did this my mother let out a small giggle and started to say that it must like her, but she didn't even get through saying the word like when it hopped down, and slit my mother's throat with one of it's raptorials. My sister and I let out a cry of surprise, as well as fear. After brutally murdering my mother it then flew up onto my sisters shoulder and, before my sister could even react, slit her throat as well. As my sisters lifeless body fell down onto the floor next to my, now dead, mother, it stared at me so deeply that I thought it wouldn't even need to come over and slit my throat because it's glare was so intense, but instead of coming over and providing me the mercy of death, it flew up the stairs of our house and proceed to slit the throat of my brother, other sister, and then my father. Not caring whether it killed me or not, I ran upstairs to see if they had all really died. I was greatly disappointed, as well as sorrowful, to find that it had, in fact, ruthlessly, mercilessly, and horribly, killed my entire family. Now as I stared at it from a few feet away, it glared right back at me from on top of my family's dead bodies, but this time not with so much sharpness, but almost with some pity as well as much disgust. As I sat there, mourning my dead family, not caring whether I lived or died, I stared right back into the praying mantis' eyes and asked why it had done this, why it had killed my family, and why it wouldn't kill me as well. But instead of killing me as well, it flew over my head, and out the door. After sitting there crying for a while I went down the stairs to call the police, because I had no other idea of what to do, but when I got down stairs the front door was closed, but when the praying mantis was still inside of the house the door was open because as you'll recall my mother and sister were trying to help it get back outside and the door was still open when I had gone upstairs to check on the rest of my family. I did not realize this until after the police arrived and started banging on the door when I let them in, eyes red and tear stained, they started to try comforting me and asked me what had happened all I was able to say at the time was, the praying mantis killed them, over and over I repeated those words. After the paramedics took me to the hospital and had me get checked out to make sure I hadn't sustained any injuries, I fell asleep, due to my exhaustion from my fear and sadness. When I woke up there was a nurse there who asked me how I felt and, after checking my vitals, went and got a police officer who started to gently and calmly ask me what happened. Unsurprisingly when I told him what happened he was very taken back and kept asking me if I was sure, every time I told him yes that I was sure he seemed to grow more and more concerned. A while after the officer had left, I saw two more police officers asking a nurse if I was good to let go, she told them that she needed to do one more test. After the nurse had finished my medical test and said that I was free to go, the officers took me back to their station where they interrogated me, time and time again always asking me what happened and my response was always the same, telling them how the praying mantis had killed my family. After multiple attempts of trying to get a different response from me, they came back to me and said that they had consulted countless experts on praying mantises, just to be sure, and every time the experts said they were majorly incapable of doing anything near that extreme to a human, but that they couldn't find the murder weapon either. They then asked me if I knew where the weapon was, I was shocked that they would think I would know where the weapon was. So I told them that I had already told them many times that a praying mantis killed them, there was no weapon except for the creature itself. Due to how ridiculous my whole story sounded they decided to put me here, in this wretched asylum, despite all my best efforts to tell them it was that praying mantis and that I would never even think about killing my family. So that is what happened, yes it sounds ridiculous that a praying mantis killed my family, and yes I have always had a, seemingly, irrational fear of praying mantises. But I did NOT kill my family. I do not belong in this asylum for the mentally insane because I am not mentally insane. If only the praying mantis had given me the mercy of death as well and stayed long enough for all of you to see it kill us.