Five Innocent Souls

The cold, miserable feeling of the handcuffs that imprisoned my hand made me solemn. The deadliness of the electric chair grabbed me forever squeezing tighter and tighter every day. I, a lovely man with a heart sweater than blood red jam, accused of four murders in china town. Every night I prayed for my sins, hoping to escape this crisis. The insidious human being who was framing me for torturing and murdering four innocent teenagers. 

I awoke one morning hearing a large bashing sound, the  I saw my wardrobe open. It creaked in the pale moonlight waiting for me to open it fully. A gasp of terror struck me when at the split second when I opened the wardrobe. A cloth with a saw, burned keys a coat hangers, a variety of knives and a bloody cheese grater, all of these objects were covered with blood and flesh. Panic struck. I swung the objects into my bag running to the nearest dumpster. I couldn't risk calling the police, I just got out for drugs. 

This was the only thing that led me to the death of four, pure, innocent teenagers, Bridget, Margret, Emma and Katy. The cold straps gave me an adrenaline, the men were getting the chair ready, and the very last thing I saw were those poor teens, but in the darkness I saw a body guard, a body guard I've never seen before. Slowly his sinister grin faded with my death.