My Neighbor is a Murderer!

By: Austin C.

One day in the backyard of my house I and my brother were playing football, but then my brother threw the ball in the neighbor’s yard. The neighbors are so mean, they pop all the balls in their yard! This time it will change! 

I hopped over the fence and army crawled to the front porch. Then grabbed the ball, but I heard yelling from inside,

“I have had it with you. You made a mess all over the kitchen eve when you are dead,” said Mrs. Golby.

I ran off the porch, launched myself over the fence, and raced inside. By the time I got back inside I was scared to death. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was so out of breath. Mrs. Golby had killed her husband!

Mrs. Golby heard a noise from outside and went out to the porch with a fork. She saw the football sitting on the porch, she took the fork and popped the football, then went inside.

The next morning me and my brother, Steve, were downstairs playing video games when the doorbell rang. I went upstairs, opened the door, and it was Mrs. Golby. 

“Dad, it’s Mrs. Golby!” I hollered at my Dad.

“I’ll be right there!” He yelled back.

A few seconds later my Dad walked in and had a conversation with Mrs. Golby.

“Hey what brings you over?” asked my Dad.

“I was wondering if you knew how to get blood stains out?”

That was it, she did do it! That sentence shivered down my spine every time I thought of it.

“Well sorry I don’t know, but these days you can just look it up.”

“Thanks though.”

“Bye,” We all said.

“Well I’m going to go to the store, Bye.”

Me and Steve jumped over the fence, walked to the back porch door, and tried to pick the lock with the skills that we learned from youtube. It actually worked, we pushed the door open slowly, and walked in.

“You go right and I’ll go right.” I said.

“Roger that.”

“Why did you say that?”

“I thought we were…Nevermind.”

I walked Around the corner, through the living room, up the stairs. Then I met Steve in the kitchen. There was blood everywhere! Then Mrs. Golby came in the front door.

“Run.” I said 

We sprinted as fast and as quietly as we could to the back door. She spotted us as we were running away.

“What are you boys doing in here!” 

“Nothing. We should really get going…BYE!!”

We sprinted as fast as we could out the gate and inside our house.

The next day Mrs. Golby came over again.

“I know you guys think that I killed my husband, but he is in florida and I dropped uncooked meat on the floor so there is blood.” Said Mrs. Golby.

“Oh, we are sorry Mrs. Golby.”

THE END