Paper Route

I used to live in New York city, I delivered the NY Times to my local houses on my neighborhood. It was, like in every story thats scary a cool crisp day, but the sun was shining high in the sky.

My day was going great, All I ever wanted was to be in a city with a few friends and a job. All was well, but not for long.

I walked down maine and west and said Hi to Same, the bum that lived beside the apartment complex I lived in, I walked up

"Hi Sam!"

"Not today..."

"Wha-"

"Leave New York, they come for you..."

"Mr. Foresst, what are you talking about?"

"THEY COME FOR YOU! NOW LEAVE!"

He was usually happy-go-lucky! So this unerved me, They come for me? What does that mean... I wish I had left New York the moment I heard him. The next morning I was getting home from school, and turned down my road when I noticed everyone in my complex was outside, I saw police tape surrounding it, I saw everyone, Mrs. Gilroy Roy, and even Mr. Tuhn in his pajamas! I pushed to the front of the crowd and asked a police man what happened

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"A women was murdered in appartment 157 at 8:56."

"Wait... Thats my appartment!"

"Are you Jeffery Hart?"

"Yeah! Why wheres my mother?!"

"I am... so sorry, your mother was found dead in your appartment, she was ripped apart by a dog or something..."

I was so upset but the only problem I have with this... My appartment was no pets, how did a dog get in my appartment!?

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