I quivered as I lowered the body underground, pouring salts to hide the smell. It was a dark and unusually quiet night in Riverside and I didn't particularly know how to feel about it. Maybe it was the eire silence or the subtle wind but something felt off. It was almost like someone was watching me.

I quickly covered the body, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and then reached down to pick up my shovel that I found in the basement. Suddenly I heard a noise, quickly turning around I scanned the premises thoroughly my vision scattered by the darkness of the night. Nothing. I could hear my heart pound through my chest. Taking the shovel I raced out of the woods, trying to figure out which way I came in.

Then all of a sudden bright blue and red lights blinded my vision. I was surrounded by them.

“Get down on your knees” I heard someone scream. The police. I quietly sobbed as the clicked the stiff metal handcuffs around my trembling hands. The loud noise of sirens rang in my ear, as the police officer behind me shoved me into the back of his car. I knew that they had found the body by then, and in another 3 days I would be standing in a court, pleading guilty for the charge of murder.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

I did it.