During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, an air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all. As I peer over the huge, gloomy house in the darkness I realize that the shade of the trees fell heavily upon the water, and seem to bury itself therein, impregnating the depths of the element of darkness. Although the demise of my dear friend happened so many years ago, as I gaze upon this house, at this usually peaceful time of the day, I can recall every twisted detail. I will never forget, nor will I let Sylvester forget what crimes he committed. It is his fault, I did nothing! He says I broke his heart? I never have and never will care for that foul monster. That entire month was life-ruining, to think that a man you called a friend would commit homicide is terrifying. For the past 3 years I have been barely making it through the day. Thinking of the incident everywhere I went. …show more content…
I am an orphan of a rich family, with two deceased parents that died in a plane crash when I was nine. I used to live in the mansion that my parents owned and was taken care of by their house sitter. His name is Garry Kapel. Mr. K has a son named Sylvester, who is a psychopath. Anyways, Mr. Kapel owned the house after my parents died and allowed me to continue to live there. For a long while Syl and I were the best of friends, but then something happened. He became distant, so I started to date a kind boy named Clay. After that Syl and my best friend, Jillian, started to talk a lot. So many things happened that month that I had and still have no clue about. All I know is what I saw and what I was told by the police, and that surely was gruesome enough for