Trash

The loud clatter of trash cans being banged around woke me with a start. I sighed, "Raccoons." They had gotten into my trash before but I never did anything about it. I've always been too much of a tree hugger to harm furry critters. Eventually the clamor settled and I oozed myself back into slumper.

But then I shot out of bed. I could have sworn I heard someone walking around in the next room. My heart sank as the lights went on in the hall. Quickly with my heart pounding in my chest, I sprinted for my bedroom door and turned the lock. I snatched up my bat and prepared to bash the teeth in of anyone who came through the door.

There was a dark figure that cascaded its shadow under my door. They were breathing heavily as they jiggled the knob to try and open it. "Who are you?" I yelled. I could hear the figure run out of my house, turning off the light on their way out. I calmed my nerves for a few minutes by taking a few deep breaths before heading out into the rest of my house.

I knew the very first thing I needed to do was call the police, which I did promptly. I checked all my valuables and noticed that nothing had been stolen. Then the booming sound of an officers fist hit my door, "Its the police."

I answered the door and the police stared at with me with a scornnful look. "Sir, do you know anything about the dead girl that's been stuffed in your trash cans?"

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Credited to Agentskintaker

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