• tab The town of Dark was getting a little too populated for me, I realized one evening in November. How was I going to make this town smaller, like it used to be? I could leave, or I could easily kill someone, but, me being a business owner, that could end up being very bad.
    tab I have decided to kill somebody. Somebody who's innocent. Somebody who just needs to do this so everything is back to normal. I knew exactly who I was going to kill. And it was going to happen tonight.
    tab iI walked into my home, into the closet. I puched another hole in the thin spot in the wall and pulled out my ax and ten dollars. It was time for the crime.
    tab It went quick. I left for the store at around 3am and returned to my home about 15 minutes later with the daisies. I went back into the closet with hole in the back and dropped one daisy and the 89 cents of change from the ten in the hole. I waited until the change dropped to the floor before I walked out. The ax was on the floor in the main room, right where I laid it down before I left. I picked it up and walked out the door in the direction of the cemetary with the daisies and what I was hiding in my pocket.
    tab 4 miles later, I reached Queen's Cemetary. It was almost 4am now, and I needed to work quickly. I looked around at my surroundings and found an open spot, one I had picked out for weeks, next to the dead tree around the corner. As I reached the spot, I pulled a stick of dynamite from my pocket and lit it up. I threw it at the ground and blew away 6 feet long, 6 feet deep, 3 feet wide hole. A perfect size grave. I planned it out just right.
    tab Next, I found the rock I brought to this site a long tme go, 15 years ago, in fact. I pulled a nail and hammer from my pocket and carved some information into it. My name- Frank Queens. My age- 29. Date of Birth- January 1, 1979. Date of Death- November 30, 2009.
    tab I stuck the rock into the ground by the head of the grave and laid the daisies in front. I dropped my self into the hole with the ax in my hand and removed all my clothes. I laid them down on the dirt floor, then laid down on top of them, on my back. I raised the ax to my neck and I screamed my last words to the morning sky "At least I gave you flowers!"
    tab My head fell to the ground, apart from my body. Blood was oozing out and I was dead. I was floating, and the pain was unbearable as my spirit refused to die with me and left my bloodied body. The only pain I felt was the spirit breaking through my chest with an ax of his own and flying out into the morning.
    tab The ghost of Frank Queens, the ex owner of Queen's Cemetary in Dark, Oregon began rapidly throwing the dirt from the dynamite explosion into the hole, on top of his body. When it finished, it rode off into the morning, with the daisies in his invisible hands.