As I am sitting here in this lonely cell, the only thing going through my head is the past few months’ events. I figure since I have nothing to do, I will tell you the entire story. It was the middle of November and I was at work doing my usual grave digging with my partner, Mr. Frank. Frank was a peculiar fellow, for he was taller than most people at the graveyard, and he usually kept to himself. Frank and I were digging a hole when he suddenly stopped. “Hey, I need to borrow some money!” he exclaimed.
“Why? What is so important?” I replied, puzzled by his strange request. Frank was not one to ask for favors from anyone, no matter what the circumstance.
“I don’t want to explain,” He continued, “I just need some money”. Being the kind, caring person I was, I gave him some cash. I told him that he could repay me within the next week or so.
Normal life carried on for a while until one day, I remembered that he hadn’t paid me back and I loaned him the money a month ago. I became mad and went to talk to him. “Why haven’t you paid me back yet?” I questioned. Frank just walked away. I confronted him a few times that same day and he just walked away. I became enraged and told him to meet me at the graveyard at the stroke of twelve tonight. He simply nodded and again walked away.
That night I left my house at 11 strokes of the clock in order to not be late for the meeting. As I approached the meeting place, I could barely see the gravestones which were roadblocks, popping up randomly. The rest of the graveyard was as dark as a closet in the underworld. I did, however, notice an open grave with the dirt piled up next to it and a shovel sticking out of it. Thinking nothing of it at the time I continued o to the spot and sat down on a headstone. After waiting for about 15 minutes, I saw a silhouette in the distance. I was nervous, and my heart began to beat faster and faster and faster. I was very worried. However, I soon realized that this silhouette was that of Frank’s. I approached him and inquired, “Where’s my money?”
Frank replied in a nasty voice, “I spent it. I don’t have it anymore and you’re not getting any of it back.”
I felt enraged by this and shouted in return, “I gave you that money and you don’t have the courtesy to pay it back? You owe me that money or else!” Frank just shrugged his shoulders and stared at me blankly. I was beside myself with...