The One Who Buried Him
Link _______ Josephine Smith remembered the murder as clear as any Hollywood motion picture. She remembered that there was an endless, chaotic scream that engulfed her ears and the screeching of nails against the floorboards. The emotions inside of her were so conflicted back then, it was as if she was the one killing the person. A grating of a knife. She saw it as it descended and ripped through human flesh. Blood spurted like cheap red paint on the hardwood, and she had covered her mouth in the closet. She watched the gruesome kill. She witnessed it. She had also seen the murderer. Josephine felt herself shake at the memory. She had walked to the grave. “I watched you die,” she had said at the site, underneath the floorboards after the murderer had done its job. “I will make sure you get your justice,” Josephine whispered quietly. She felt delirio
