People of this town have secrets and anyone who tell you that secrets aren’t good is a liar because before anyone knew about this towns little secret we were all happy. It started with the arrival of a young man named bill he had just moved to our small little town to write his novel he was a small time writer nothing you’ve ever read.
At first everything went on as it always did bill was the first outsider in years and he was quiet, so the people of the town left him to his own business. This was how it went at first but things started to change. I don’t know if it was that bill had things to write for those first couple of weeks or he just didn’t have anything to say but he started poke his nose into places that he didn't need to be.
The first lets call it mistake, bill made was coming to one of our little family gatherings we had. He asked us what kind of meat it was in the burgers because it was the rarest cut he had ever had we told him it was from a farm that we had down the road. Things went on as usually again but then bill asked me where that farm was and I told him that it was private property and he shouldn’t be going around there but did he listen no he went looking for it.
I found him poking around in there but it was too late he had seen the bodies. He looked horrified as he asked me if that was the rare meat. But that’s just they way that food looks at you before you cook it.
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