• The day life would get me down was never. The reason why was because it already had me 6 feet under. My death was an accident. It was no ones fault. They all had no control over it so I would just rather blame my self. It was so many years ago I would think no one remember it. It was a dim dark evening like one you would see in the fall with a mist of fog. I was not out playing for my mother would have a fit. My mother, Margret, was always so safe about what I was doing and how I was doing it. Instead of being out with all the other kids I was in helping my dad make an automatic meat grinder. My father was not the most intelligent but when it came to building he knew exactly what to do. His name was Henry. He got very frustrated when I called him by his real name. I spent most of my time helping my father create and discover all things new to man kind. We had a huge house and a butler. We never treated the butler with true respect that he deserved but my mother said he was nothing but trouble. I never will understand why they thought he was bad. My parents said he would turn on me. The reason why they thought so was because he was in the will. The will said if I ever were to die that he would get the money. If someone killed me it would have to be my worst enemy john. John was always jealous because my family had more money than his and he was a greedy little boy and always had to be a part of something unknown.
    The real reason why I dies was that I was getting ready to leave when my father asked me to take the automatic meat grinder out side I remember him saying that a 200 pound man could go in there and grind with no problem at all. They told me to test it and if it worked I could go straight out to play. So I moved the grinder out on the yard. It was right below the balcony in my room but I didn’t notice. I figured it would work so I went to go change out of my work clothes and into my show off clothes. So I went up stairs to the third floor and stripped right I did some one yelled for me but I had never heard that voice before so I went to the balcony and looked. I couldn’t see anyone so I went closer to the edge I leaned off the side and slipped right in to the meat grinder. When I woke up I was very pail. I was laying next to the meat grinder and there was a pile of grinded up meat. Oh no I knew what happened I was dead as a door nail. And if the meat grinder worked they would eat my dead body. The thought made me want to gag. How would I tell them, there were more questions stuck in my head? Later that night I had to watch them dine on me. They thought I was out playing.
    It was painful watching them. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I would never forget what I saw that night. I watched they suffer almost as much as I did they spent months looking for me but never found me. One day my father said “ hunny face it our little boy is gone forever now there is no chance of finding him.” My mother burst out in tears and with a squeaky voice said that she knew but the pain would never go away. I couldn’t stand watching my mom cry but it was over. As I walked out the door I saw the butler heading to his room. I followed to see how he was dealing with me being gone forever. He wasn’t crying at all he was laughing a evil laugh. I knew he had something to do with my death! I knew I was not that clumsy. I was going to figure out this mystery dead or alive.