Door to Door to Death

I was collecting funds for my school. My name is Rupert Sane, I’m ten years old and a little chubby. I wear glasses because of my less-than-average vision, and today I was wearing a green sweatshirt with blue corduroy pants. I had already collected $50.00, and I had only walked a block! My mom is very paranoid of me being abducted, so she only lets me walk a block at a time, with her cell phone on me at all times of course. I knocked on a brown colored door.

No one answered. The door was slightly ajar, so I stepped inside the dingy house.

“Hello?” I said. I stepped inside the living room and saw a man sitting on a couch. “Umm, sir?” Paranoia was suddenly creeping into me. Just as it had my mother.

Then I saw that the man had been stabbed, he was dead. The paranoia exploded into panic. I needed help! I yanked out my mother’s cell phone to dial 911 when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down to see a hunting knife’s blade retreat from my stomach.

I looked up into the face of my grinning killer. He was the man that the authorities had the all-points bulletin out for. He was referred to by all as the “one-man gang.”

Rupert Sane is my name, and I was killed by one of the most notorious murderers in history.

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Hello, this is coollyay. Just so you know, this killer is FICTIONAL. He isn’t really a notorious murderer, so don’t go looking for info on him. Please review!