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hesitation, although trepidation, I walked up the stairs and finally made it to my bedroom.
The body's head was wrapped up in a pink sheet, blood seeping through. The clothes of Abbie could still be seen as well as the large circular dark stain on the bedroom carpet. I turned to Clare. "I've changed my mind. You get the legs, I'll get the arms."
After a slow and careful walk to the bottom of the stairs, we headed to the patio doors. Once we entered the living room and reached the doors, I ordered Clare to stay still while I gently placed the arms on the floor so I could lift the handle upwards and turn the key in order to open the door. Once I did this, I slid the door open and I picked up Abbie's arms once again.
We went outside into a surprisingly tranquil atmosphere. The birds were singing; the sun was out in the cloudless sky—okay, there were car alarms going off in the background, but apart from that, it seemed like a normal day. We got onto the grass and I told Clare to place Abbie at the bottom of the tree. We gently placed her body by the trunk.
I should have buried her, but I was too scared to be hanging round the back garden for hours while trying to dig a grave. I had a feeling, from looking at Clare, that I wasn't on my own. I had seen for myself that once one or two of these things were at a house, more came along, like pins to a magnet. It was as if they were concerned that they were missing out on something, like school kids watching a playground fight, the crowd becoming larger the longer they hung around.
Before we left Abbie, Clare tearfully whispered a short prayer and we both nervously looked around the garden before heading back to the house. We both then heard a scream to my left, from three doors down. From the opened bedroom window, I could see Kelly Barrett calling over to me, her face soaked with fear, screaming out that her boyfriend was trying to attack her.
Kelly was twenty-eight years old, and a bit heavy for her BMI—if you believe that kind of bollocks, but she had a kind heart. Kelly had been good to me when I was burgled a year ago. She had given me a TV and a lend of her games console for a few months while I was waiting for the house insurance to cough up. I had never forgot her act of kindness and I couldn't just leave her to fend for herself. It would have been wrong and my conscience wouldn't allow it anyway.
I called out, "Have you blocked your bedroom door?"
"It's locked," she yelled, still hanging out her bedroom window. "It has a lock on it."
I looked over at Clare who was now standing in the living room, ready to shut the patio door. I could see by her face that she was reluctant to let anyone else in, which I thought was a little selfish considering it was my house and that I allowed her to stay.
Without asking Clare's permission, with the help of my hands, I jumped over the four wooden fences to the left to get to Kelly. Thanks to the fact that most back gardens needed a gate to get through to enter, they were barren of life. Once I finally got to Kelly's garden, I walked under the window and looked up to her.
I asked her, "Can you jump?"
"Can I fuck," she snapped.
"We'll it's either that or—"
"Are ye gonna catch me, like?"
"Am I shite."
"Then I ain't jumping."
I placed my hands on my hips and felt like telling her that she may as well stay where she was. I asked her, "Is there anything in your bedroom you got to smash him?"
"Smash 'im? I ain't smashin' him with anything. He's my boyfriend."
"Well, if he's one of them, then he's dead."
She thought long and hard about what I just said, I could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed.
"Right, fuck it." She pointed to her right side. "I'll try and get on tha' drainpipe and slide down."
"Good girl."
If it wasn't such a dangerous predicament, the episode would have been hilarious. Kelly struggled to climb out of her bedroom window and get to the drainpipe, but once she finally managed it, she slid slowly and
The body's head was wrapped up in a pink sheet, blood seeping through. The clothes of Abbie could still be seen as well as the large circular dark stain on the bedroom carpet. I turned to Clare. "I've changed my mind. You get the legs, I'll get the arms."
After a slow and careful walk to the bottom of the stairs, we headed to the patio doors. Once we entered the living room and reached the doors, I ordered Clare to stay still while I gently placed the arms on the floor so I could lift the handle upwards and turn the key in order to open the door. Once I did this, I slid the door open and I picked up Abbie's arms once again.
We went outside into a surprisingly tranquil atmosphere. The birds were singing; the sun was out in the cloudless sky—okay, there were car alarms going off in the background, but apart from that, it seemed like a normal day. We got onto the grass and I told Clare to place Abbie at the bottom of the tree. We gently placed her body by the trunk.
I should have buried her, but I was too scared to be hanging round the back garden for hours while trying to dig a grave. I had a feeling, from looking at Clare, that I wasn't on my own. I had seen for myself that once one or two of these things were at a house, more came along, like pins to a magnet. It was as if they were concerned that they were missing out on something, like school kids watching a playground fight, the crowd becoming larger the longer they hung around.
Before we left Abbie, Clare tearfully whispered a short prayer and we both nervously looked around the garden before heading back to the house. We both then heard a scream to my left, from three doors down. From the opened bedroom window, I could see Kelly Barrett calling over to me, her face soaked with fear, screaming out that her boyfriend was trying to attack her.
Kelly was twenty-eight years old, and a bit heavy for her BMI—if you believe that kind of bollocks, but she had a kind heart. Kelly had been good to me when I was burgled a year ago. She had given me a TV and a lend of her games console for a few months while I was waiting for the house insurance to cough up. I had never forgot her act of kindness and I couldn't just leave her to fend for herself. It would have been wrong and my conscience wouldn't allow it anyway.
I called out, "Have you blocked your bedroom door?"
"It's locked," she yelled, still hanging out her bedroom window. "It has a lock on it."
I looked over at Clare who was now standing in the living room, ready to shut the patio door. I could see by her face that she was reluctant to let anyone else in, which I thought was a little selfish considering it was my house and that I allowed her to stay.
Without asking Clare's permission, with the help of my hands, I jumped over the four wooden fences to the left to get to Kelly. Thanks to the fact that most back gardens needed a gate to get through to enter, they were barren of life. Once I finally got to Kelly's garden, I walked under the window and looked up to her.
I asked her, "Can you jump?"
"Can I fuck," she snapped.
"We'll it's either that or—"
"Are ye gonna catch me, like?"
"Am I shite."
"Then I ain't jumping."
I placed my hands on my hips and felt like telling her that she may as well stay where she was. I asked her, "Is there anything in your bedroom you got to smash him?"
"Smash 'im? I ain't smashin' him with anything. He's my boyfriend."
"Well, if he's one of them, then he's dead."
She thought long and hard about what I just said, I could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed.
"Right, fuck it." She pointed to her right side. "I'll try and get on tha' drainpipe and slide down."
"Good girl."
If it wasn't such a dangerous predicament, the episode would have been hilarious. Kelly struggled to climb out of her bedroom window and get to the drainpipe, but once she finally managed it, she slid slowly and
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