when he heard the snap of a stick. A whip cracked and Ridley knew, he knew he could never start a new life, because he was still trapped in his old one. Without hesitation Ridley sprinted through the trees. He ran for his life, but it was no use. The bang of a shotgun pierced the air and Ridley fumbled to the ground, Dead. .... “Tell me exactly what happened,” said the police officer. “Well…” exclaimed the man in a top hat, “I had visited the house earlier for dinner, and afterwards my wife and I decided to take a stroll near the woods for our ride was late. After a while I heard a gunshot and it had come from the trees. I ran in and found two dead bodies.” “Can you describe the bodies?” “One was a boy, maybe fifteen years. He had dirt all over him and his leg was all scratched up and bleeding like crazy, and it looked like he’d been shot in the chest. The other one was a man of his fifties. He had a bushy mustache and he had a pair of clippers jabbed in his head. There was also a big crack in the back. Think he cracked his head on a rock. He carried a whip and shotgun. Probably the one that blasted the boy.” “Thank you for the information.” said the officer, “You are free to go.” “You’re very welcome. Glad I could help.” The man left the building and walked toward the woods. He pulled out a jagged stone covered in blood from his pocket and chuckled to himself. “Never saw it coming, did he, never saw it coming.”
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