I was nine years old when it happened, it was some tradgic, it changed my life forever. It was a late afternoon in November, the leaves just started to shed their colors, and danced as the fell from the trees and landed into the pool. I should've been outside with all the other kids, but I didn't have a good feeling about today.
I went for a walk down Main Street when suddenly a horrible scent hit my nose, I followed it like a dog following a cat. I finally found where it was coming from and in a big puddle of red liquid there was a man laying on his stomach. I ran from the scence, but as soon as i got home i called the police. As soon as they got to the scene it was already too late. He was announced dead the next morning. Nobody ever found out how he died, but i had to. The next day I went to his apartment and as soon as I got there I notice the window was cracked and there was an empty gun on the floor. This death was definitly not an accident.
The funeral was set for November 21st and I went. If I didn't go I would have felt so guilty. When I got there I stood out like a cow at a horse farm. Everybody knew everyone except for me. Soon enough the service started and suddenly something shot out of the coffin. It just sat there like dog that just saw a squirrel run by.
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