The old woman was having a hard time
walking and carrying her bags of groceries. She stopped often to
catch her breath, but was making steady progress. One young lady,
Louise, a college local student, took note of the old lady.
After several flights of stairs they
came to her apartment. Once inside the old woman led the way to her
tiny kitchen. The place was dirty and smelled odd. On the counters
were large bloody knives. The voice behind her said, “Look what we
have for dinner.” Louise started to turn around. The knife pierced
her heart from behind.
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