Murder in the ole towne of Yole.

<Leaves rustling in the cold wind.>

Street lights flickering down all the way from the crossroads to the bend of the road leading to the small marron brick house.

There in the shadows I lay waiting, and watching for the right moment....to strike. The old lady had not locked her front door, or any of her windows for that matter. She simply placed a tiny mat under the space of the main entrance.

I tip-toed into her home and made sure that I did not make a sound.

Then I found her fast asleep on the sofa in her sitting room. A car alarm went off outside and that woke her up. I dashed to the corner of the living room and blended into the shadows.

She got up and went to the kitchen. I followed her in there. The elderly woman was still not fully aware of my presence.

All she had was a glass of chocolate milk and then she proceeded to her bedroom. As she left the kitchen I said- "Goodnight." And she replied, "Good night."

At that second- she paused and looked behind her. I quickly ducked under the giant kitchen table and nearly hit my head when I bent closer to it's edge.

She sighed and told herself that it had been a long day, maybe it was time for her to rest for sure.

Once I heard her close her bedroom door, I took a quick glance in her house and observed the area. While I did that I enjoyed a cup of chocolate milk. It was so tasty. I felt like I could finish the whole gallon in one night.

I stopped playing around and went into action.

This was not something I wanted to do, but this elderly lady had something that belonged to me and I was going to have it in my possession once more. She thought she could take what did not belong to her and not pay the price. Well, the same thing she had taken from me- I would use to take her breath away. Au sens propre.

Slowly, I opened the door to the bedroom of my unsuspecting victim. I noticed that she had so many pillows on her bed. She must have been uncomfortable. I toss some of the pillows to the floor.

A slight shimmer of light reflects in the room and I spot where it is coming from. A diamond necklace by the night stand.

I hold the jewelery in my hand and feel it's texture. Soon I have no control over my next actions. The necklace finds itself around the old lady's neck. She wakes from her sleep, and tries to loosen my tight grip on her. But the more she fights with me- the tighter my grip becomes.

After all the squirming is over, I lay my victim back carefully to bed. And tuck her in and place all her pillows back in their former position.

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The following morning- the old lady's neighbors come to check on their close friend. They find the front door open, and call her: "Madame Hurtain...."

The nighbors check all the rooms until they find the elderly lady still asleep in her bed. They smile and approach her. The closer they get to her- they notice something odd, her neck has a scarlet marked line around it. It looks like she was strangled and when they check for a pulse- sadly there is only the sense of cold ice. She had been dead for several hours now...or more.