This is the story of how someone died. Twas the first day of December, 1994. Me and my son, Madman Jerry were eating dinner.
I going to kill him instead.
I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill him! On the 6th day I’m going to kill him!
When I went to bed I heard this weird sound coming from from the door. The next day I heard the sound again and decided to investigate, so I went to the door to find Jerry’s slipper. The door was coming away from the hinges, breaking away from the frame like a leaf from a tree.
The 3rd day I stayed up to see what was happening. I saw Jerry spying on me.
The 4th day I heard Jerry say some something to himself.
On the 6th day I stayed up to wait for Jerry. Then I stayed him with a sword and dismembered the body.
I then went and put his dismembered body in the closet.