My Death

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On February 29th I was on my way from home when I saw Mr.Holmes on the path.

I said hi and he said hi back. I went to walk on when he said I have made a underground club house, you can come see it, it is just down here.

At first I was unsure if I should go in but I did.Candles were lit up,it was like a cosy home,he started being weird like shaky and he forced me to drink this drink. I pushed it away and I knew that I had messed up,he was going to do something bad to me. I barged past him and tried  to climb the ladder to get out.I screamed and screamed,nobody heard.Then I just gave up and I leted him take me,I was never going to escape anyway.

He beated me up and he got a hammer and hit me around the head. I was dead, but just to be a nasty person, he chopped me up and put me in a safe.

After  4 years of my family not finding me, my sister worked out that Mr.Holmes killed me, I was never found though. Mr.Holmes knew that she worked out that he killed me and drived with my body parts in a safe to the hole of manhetun and threw me in.

He had killed me,but know body had evidence that he did.

Fortunaly for me, he died after a 'tragic' fall off a mountain, he got what he deserved and I shall rest in peace in the lands of unknown.

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