Tuesday 17th May 2016

So she thought to herself, 'what shall she do?' She opened the front door, just a creek, and looked across the road to the neighbour, John Johnson. The lights were off, but she still wasn't sure if anyone was there. She closed her door and crossed the road, knocked on the door and asked "Is anyone there?" No reply. She went back home and dragged the body across the street she dropped him on the floor and knocked on the door again and it opened. She had never seen the neighbour's house before, she wish she still hadn't. It was a dark house full of horror, no light in sight, she laid him on the floor and but a tube of tablets on the coffee table and a tiny piece of meat next to her husband, as she left that home and eat the evidence.