SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE
I walked through the graveyard to the grave i had watched the whole seen. The crimson blood was all over the floor it smelt of bad revenge. last night a fight had hapend a five star hotel i melbourne it was all over the news papers. It was a misty night and it never should have ended that way. The news reporters shoated and shoved micraphones at my face. Frantically i punched the camreas and ran it was horrer. I hid in a cave several kms from any town in the middle of nowere never to be seen again. DUN dun dun.