Closure.

I killed a man. I buried his body by the grand oak tree. But now that oak tree haunts me. It’s claws reaching out for me. I’m afraid this man is not dead. Every night when the bell rings midnight, I dig him up to check. His eyes are closed, and he doesn’t say a word to me. I can hear him breathe. Every breath, asking me.. Why did you murder me? I tell him… I tell him everything.