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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