“Have you seen my son?” asked the frantic woman to the old lady across the street
“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied
“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time
“No, I’m sorry mam, but we’ll search right away” the officer replied
“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to the mother of her son’s best friend
“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied
The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search
“JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!”
Every day, from 10 in the morning till 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; Pale skin, frizzy hair, and her skinnier body. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”
Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.
She went to the local police department again…
“Have you seen my son?”
The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry mam”
The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted across her face.
With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid his body that well"