The Curse of the Tiny Gold Knife
I, Dick Malkovich decided to leave my tiny gold knife on the corner of Walnut Street in the city of Gotham to get a good ol’ laugh. I think to myself, ha! This is the cutest bodkin ever! No one will figure out its secret until its too late. I, patiently waited on a bench for the on-goers to pass by it and see if they would lay their puny little hands on it. The first victim was an funny looking male; he first noticed how odd it was for a knife to be randomly laying on the ground and immediately decided to pick it up. “Wow, what is this little knife doing here?” Suddenly, the ground hit him like cold water, and I, completely aware of what just took place, chuckled. I quickly ran to him and disposed of his body in a very horrid smelling dumpster nearby.
I waited for the second person, he had the appearance of a teenager and definitely had a very eager personality just by looking at him. Without hesitation, he picked the knife and yelled “Nice! I’ve found myself a gold knife, I cant wait to sell this thing for some real cash!”. Next thing you know, he falls to the…
When an FBI agent picked up my tiny gold knife with protection gloves on, he still fell! Ha! This is where I completely lost it and burst out in laughter! “Why is that man laughing!”. As soon as I heard that come from a police officer, I definitely knew I was convicted. They interrogated me; forcefully, I told them where the other two dead bodies could be found. They checked my past records of murders, I was never sentenced to jail or death because they never found enough evidence to prove me guilty. This time, iwis they sentenced me to a life sentence in the Guantanamo Bay prison. Here I am sitting in my jail cell assuredly writing my last and favorite act of murder that brought overjoy to my…