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One Foot In The Grave

One Foot In The Grave By Josh Hall This Story you are about to read is from Me, Francis Dretcher, in a high security prison and I am sending this letter out to the federal judge so she can understand how serious the charges are against me and Dorothy Rainer against the Killing of Ryan Branson. It all started when i got a job. my job has a weird way of how it works so I mind as well tell you first how it all worked. It is a place where we get elderly costumers or young teens who are hypochondriac or suicidal or depressed and we have to show them that they are ready to go on to whatever spiritual realm they believe they are going to and we shoot them up with some fluid our founder called "Graveyard Serum" and they passed away within minutes. In my 42 years of working for the company "Graveyard Co", I had never seen anyone be  a stupid fuck than Ryan Branson, this 33 yr old man who constanted the elderly patients and steered away our younger audience by saying the classic phrase:  "you have alot to live for" This pissed off our current manager, Harold Herchkin, and me and Dorothy, but we couldn't do anything about as the FBI has been on our ass because of "The poor ways of involuntary killings of the youth" and apparently they were fine with us killing those old historical time people known as the elderly. One day, Dorothy came over to me and mentioned that Ryan sexually harrassed her by grabbing her ass and calling her a "Miami Sex Puppet", and understand she grew up as a prostitute in miami before sobering up and moving to our current place of residence. This was the last straw, so me and Dorothy had decided to come up with a plan to get rid of him.  That night, I closed up shop and locked the door with a jade key that all employees own and had to keep on all times, i walked up to Ryan that night who was talking to Dorothy about how he was sorry about the harassment that happened earlier that day. As he was about to open the door to his 1971 Neon Green Plymouth Barracuda that grandpa owned in the 1970s who had recently died and gave to to his "prized nephew" although he never found out what his prized nephew actually did in live. I told him that i wanted to show him the newest casket that came made of tungsten and he seemed interested and we walked up the chiseled stairs that depicted all the famous deceased people who came and went here. We came up to this freshly dug hole with a normal casket in there, i told him to look into it a little closer, he hesitated but did and started to question what the big idea is and I abruptly sent a massive dose of Graveyard Serum right into the back of the skull instantly turning him limp and he hit his head on the casket lid, killing him instantly pending if the dose of the Serum didnt kill him first. We had to work fast to clean up the body to make it look like he asked us to kill him and so we all did it for him according to our alibis. We buried the body and we left our lives behind. Until the next friday (Friday being the day we killed Ryan) when FBI agents Arrested me for the crime of Killing Ryan Branson along with Dorothy going in quietly.  I was stunned and thought they would never find out. The story goes that a FBI agent and The Manager where looking at the disappearance of a good worker and looked at security footage and discovered a foot that had stuck out of the grave. They sentenced me to life in prison. Dorothy didnt go so quietly and got killed by police at the age of 36. And here i am, a 72 yr old serving my 2nd year in prison. While i must admit it was wrong to do what i did and dragging a young woman into this and that ended tragically. I mine as well be sentenced to two life sentences. But one mystery still baffles me to this day….why was there a foot sticking out of his grave because i buried it specificly to the point where no body part could escape the coffin and 6 ft of dirt. I guess i will never figure it out.