I might have died before but I still have to eat , i’m not a ghost 👻. In does three days , he didn’t once look worried instead he looked happy. People and cops asked a few questions and searched the house but found nothing. On the fourth day, the police came and visited again and began to search the house. Ok I lied I came out a lot but made sure he wouldn’t see him. They looked in all the rooms and then went down to cellar. He went down looking calm and safe. He watched them look. They were that they hadn’t found anything and got ready to leave. “Gentleman” he said, “I’m pleased that you’ve found nothing here, and that you are leaving this house….but let me show you something gentlemen”. I ran into the wall there voice faded as i went where the body laid. That cocky rascal,  good-for-nothing, lowlife,  I could go on for days ,was going to pay for what he did to me and what he did to this innocent women. I was terrified I didn’t like to be on top of a dead body. I just hope that she doesn’t wake up and grab me. Then I heard a sudden knock on the wall were me and dead wife, who seemed to be looking at me and liked to creep me out were. I began to cry . He murder me and his wife. My voice got louder as it filled with anger. “That cocky rascal, weasel, snake, good-for-nothing, lowlife, creep, jerk, slime ball, scumbag, dirt bag, that next you is a murder.” I felt something move.😰 Maybe it was me ,nope it was her.😨