There was a tiny, oak wood casket in the front of the room; all i could think about was Doodle’s slow, painful death he had. A little 8 year old already in a casket, I could have helped but I turned my back on the poor little 8 year old. I walked slowly and hesitantly to the casket; before I could see his cold little face I felt a poke on my back. I turned slowly to see this small old man, crippled and looked a lot like someone I knew. “Do you need something?” I asked politely. “I need you to help me move the body,” the small man said. “What?!” “I found a body in the woods and I'm too weak to move it myself.” “Okay? Do you want me to find anyone to help you?” “You are the only one that can help me.” “Why?” “Just come with me; we don't have much time.” …show more content…
“What's your name?” “Some people call me Eddie. Please help me.” I looked at this man. I thought about the way Doodle used to light up the room the way this man is; I thought about the way his smile was crooked to the side and his hands were so little. This man is exactly like Doodle but he should be dead and in the casket. I remembered I am still following this man into the woods behind the church where Doodles body is lying in a casket. The man stops and he turns slowly toward me; my back is towards the church. We are so far out you can't see the church. “I have to tell you something,” he