I was in the midst of playing Fortnite with my friend Stacey and Juan Nito.

When my mother began to call for me, Gordon, she cried out, Gordon please come downstairs.

I could tell my mother was distressed, so I told my friends if I went down to move on without me.

They agreed and promised a dub.

I got up as fast as my partly body would allow, and I ran down the stairs.

Mother, what is it?

I said as I entered the living room.

I was met not only by my mother, but two police officers.

One with the gun, and the other a pair of numbshugs.

Gordon, my mother said, it seemed there have been a string of murders, and at every crime

seen written in fickle matters your name.

Do you have any idea why?

Without hesitation, I said no.

The police officers not sure if I was lying looked at each other, and after a moment

they looked back at me.

Now son, if you are telling me the truth, then we fear your life might be in danger.

My mother said, oh heavens, she then placed the back of her hand at top of forehead, and

fainted backwards.

Unfortunately for her our coffee table is right behind her, and she went crashing through

it, covering herself in lacerations.

God damn, the officer with the numchug said.

She then pulled out a cell phone and called in ambulance.

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