stories one: the 161 house

i saw that human pass. its the same killer everytime. as a raccoon, i see alot of things. at a certain point, you become curious of strange individuals. so i followed the one, the one on downer street. the one who killed. this was its first victim. a young female, who was thriving. this, is her story.

"i was walking home from the corner store just down the street. murray was just between me and the corner store. living on downer street was never a nice thing, especially living in Toronto. the old woman who worked there would rip people off, lie, cheat... some said that she even killed. but, it was late and i didnt really want to go far just for some snacks. the person who used to work there, john, was so nice and such a wonderful person. but after is disappearance, she moved in. i opened the door only too hear that friendly, everyday bell. i was so...