The Caretaker
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- There it was. The old man's home. I could see it from my window. Everyone in town knew about the old man. I always thought that he was kind and sweet, but there was something up with his caretaker. He always had a sinister yet welcoming look in his eyes. One night, I was finishing up some work around 12 am and I glanced out my window and saw the caretaker sneaking into the old man's room! This happened for seven more nights after that. I knew I needed to figure out what his intentions were, whether they were good or bad.
- On the eighth night, I snuck over to the window of the old man's room to try and see what was going on. On my way, I knocked over some crates. Why do I have to be so clumsy? I froze so I wouldn't make any more noise. Not long after, I heard the old man yell "Who's there?" He must have heard me knock over the crates. The caretaker probably heard too and stopped snooping around. As I was just about to peak into the window, I heard a groan. A groan of pain. I don't know if it was the caretaker or the old man but I didn't want to stick around to find out.
- Who's there?!
- I dashed back to my home and immediately called the police. I reported the groan and said that someone could be hurt. Soon after I hung up, I saw the caretaker again, not in the old man's room, but he was in the living room now. It looked like he was stuffing body parts underneath the floorboards! I thought about calling the police back, but I wanted to see how this would play out first. I wondered if the caretaker would confess, or lie his way out of it.
- I watched the officers arrive at the old man's home. I went down to the street to try and listen to what was happening. The cops said that they were there to investigate a reported scream. The caretaker said with confidence that it was him that made the noise because he hurt himself. He lied again and said that the old man was out of town. I still kept quiet since I wanted to see how far he could stretch this lie, He invited the police inside so I snuck around to the window of the living room and listened.
- I snuck to the living room window. I prayed they would not see me because I did not want to be questioned. The officers seemed to be talking to each other and enjoying themselves, but the caretaker looked to be turning paler and paler. The officers did not seem to notice. Surely they did and they were just ignoring him or mocking him.
- Suddenly the caretaker shot out of his chair and ran over to where I saw him hiding the body. The cops sat there, confused. The caretaker then started ripping up the floorboards and then yelled "It was I who killed the old man. Here's the body!" I was surprised he confessed. He seemed so confident he wouldn't. I think deep down he knew, that he would get caught and the truth would be revealed.
- I did it!
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