I died 3 months ago. November 7th, 1981. The woman who killed me shot me three times in the back. I don't blame her, anymore. She was crazy, it was really dark. But she didn't know what to do.
one snowy night she took my body out of the oiler she used to keep the smell away from her husband. She threw me in Lake Margurite of the side of the highway. I sunk at first because she tied rocks to my legs. That night the top of the lake froze me in.
Today. Three little boys were playing on the thick ice of Lake Margurite. Running around on the ice slowing making it crack. One of them slips and falls into the freezing lake below. My body slowly floats to the top and hits his foot and his friends help him climb out. They see my face float about the water in the hole of the ice. They let out a scream that is heard even over the highway noise.
i didn't know I was that scary.
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