This story is from a long time ago when I was a little girl. I think I was 14 well let's continue with the story, my mum used to go out every night clubbing I thought but she didn't smell like alcohol or cigarettes when she came back I used to think it smelt like metal strong sour metal.
I kept asking my mum where she went and she just said REDRUM I didn't know what that meant, so I asked my teacher I told her story and she said it was an old story that people from the mental asylum, the patients used to run out at night and go REDRUM my teacher wrote it on the board at school and she said say it backwards and I did and it spelt MURDER
YOU ARE READING
REDRUM
Kinh dịPretty cool story actually I did not make this up but I did write it Thanks!
