As I was walking through the cemetery I noticed an old relative's misty grave. Then I thought to buy her some crimson flowers [her favourite colour], until I was baffled by a voice that shouted, "What are you doing here at this time little boy?"
Before he could ask me again I frantically ran back to my house. He came out with a hat and a walking stick - he looked innocent but you never know who to trust especially at night. As I got home I didn’t know what grave danger I was in, the guy was a murderer.
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