A fourth time he was on a service call in his job as an on-call plumber. He knocked, the door opened by itself. No creaks, no omens. The door just opened.
“I’m coming in. I’m gonna fix your toilet!” Jerry said this time with no hillbilly in him.
It was possible then to just enter a house and Jerry found his way into the bathroom. Just as he was getting ready to work he noticed the door leading to a back bedroom was opened. He hesitantly peeked in where he saw half on and half off the bed dead man number four. He had been stabbed 21 times. Somebody other than me counted the wounds. When Jerry stumbled upon him he was still bleeding freely. The gruesome murder had apparently taken place mere minutes before Jerry had arrived and he may have caught a glimpse of the slayer in the stairwell on his way in.
The police arrested Jerry! The cops figured the person who found the body was most likely connected in one way or another to the crime. Jerry was later released, but he soon gave up his livelihood. At least he is still alive. With my four older siblings, the house showed no mercy.
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