“Sir... I am a murderer!”

I was shocked to hear that from a little boy. He had blue eyes, brown hair, a blue jacket and was wearing Timberlands. I was fascinated of his eyes, they were amazing! After a few moments he began to cry. I finally answered:

“I can’t arrest you, there is no complaint and no bodies.”

“I hid them in the forest, my mom and my sister.” He declared.

I had to check it, so I took two police officers with me. The forest was not so far from Leipzig. So we drove to the place. On the way the boy told me his name, George. Arrived next to the forest, the boy showed us the places. We separated us, the two officers wen’t to one place, and I with the little boy to the other. The atmosphere was dark, we couldn’t see our feet’s. Arrived to the place with George I saw the bodies, two female bodies. I touch their lips, they were cold... Argghhh... I felt a sharp object in my back. I turned around and saw the boy with a knife in his right hand. The knife was full of blood, he had blood on his lips. He approached and put his fleam inside my stomach.

“Why?” I whispered him in his ear.

“Because it’s fun“ he said.

It was nightmarish. Than he took my gun and ran to my mates. I heared them scream. They were dead. The last image I have was this boy leaning against a tree.