I was cleaning the basement when i heard the voices in my head. The screams seeming so real the voices feeling like it was just spoken. I can hear children laughter. The mind is slipping away from me. Losing control of myself i cant hold on any longer to the sanity that god once gave me. Now in a basement filled with a dead neighbor who’s wife paid me in a large sums to murder. His body was harden as the time did pass by. He was a nice guy but an affair brought this upon him a second family a lie he wished he would’ve kept to himself. He sure wasn’t hard to murder a little to easy. cooking his afternoon meal just slipping threw the door like i was part of the wind and slitting his throat and watching as the blood spray all over the kitchen walls and his meal for the day. Now am left to clean up the fat bastard he was rotting my mind leaving a smell in my nose. As the mourning rose i heard a door open i looked over to spot his wife with a rifle she took one shot and my skull laid all over the walls.