I saw what you did last night and I’ve told everyone. The night was too dark to see all the detail but I still recognize that blue jacket and your blonde matted hair. You didn’t see me because I was hiding behind the corner of the Matthewsons house. You were too nervous and too hasty dragging that body-like-shaped black bag to your basement. The heavy load left long imprints on the wet yellow grass. The moon hid behind the clouds. I wish I came out to ask you what is going on but I was afraid I will end up like that body in the bag. Was it really a body or a rolled carpet you brought back from the dry cleaning?