I walk into my garage. The bodys have started to rot. The smell of the bodys reminde me of my father. "Daddy thaught me well." I say to my self. I grab the handheld power saw. As it spins to life I make my way to one of the bodys. The first one was named Clair. She was hickhiceing to Vancover and had many piceings. I put the saw to her left arm, with imimal effort the arm is removed. As I pick up the arm, I hear muffled screaming.
I turn to the noise. It was Bill; the newest. He was buying motor oil before I showed up. I poisoned him, he should be dead. "Well, no matter." I say to myself as I put the saw down. I take one of my power drills, it already had a long drill bit, good for finishing him off. I walk over to Bill and push the drill into his temple until it pokes out the other side of his head. Bill stooped screaming immediately. I'll leave the drill here for now, Clair needs me more.
I hook Clairs legs to the rafters and place a buket under her. BLood pours out of the exposed flesh where her arm once was. "She'll need at least two days before she's ready." I begin the arbution tast of removeing her many piecing. I walk to the indureal meat grinder. It'll need a new motor soon. I turn on the machein, pour some water through the blades, it comes out clean. No need for waiting, I throw her arm into the top. What once was her arm is now a chunky paste, anything with large bones needs to go through twies. Bill needs to air out so I don't posion myself. There's some frosen parts in the deep freezer I put through with Clair.

Once the meat is to my liking, I take about two cups of the meat and head out of my garage.
It was winter, I always hated how I had to go outside to get to my garage. But the house was just to good to pass up. Away from others, large with lots of hideing spots, rarly has power outegs and a big garage.
I'll leave the meat in the frige for tomorrow, there's some ribs I wantted to enjoy first. The ribs have been marenating for two days now. They were from someone named Garet. They knew me for a few years. They would fix my spelling and nicpic my hobbys. They tryed me too many times. I pull the ribs out of the bag and place them on a rack then set them on the stove top. The oven will take some time to get hot.
Knock knock. Someones at the door. I walk out to the front door, where the irksome pest is and open the door.
"Hello there," I say to the police officer. "what do you need on this fine day?"
"I'm officer Cimilayn." She said planly" I'm just here about a missing persons...,"
Wow she know how to drone on forever. I can't have her intervine. "You know; it's a cold day. How 'dout you come inside? I put some coffee on. The names jack."

I pull out two mugs, the coffee has just about finnisht. "So, who's this missing person? Name was CLair, right?"
"Yes", Clair Jonson." said Cimilyan as I poured the coffee. "I'll take it with just sugar."
I bring the two mugs over to the oak table. This table was one of the first projets I did; I switched to people after. "Well I haven't seen anybody for weeks now. I've been living off my crops so far." That wasn't realy a lie, I had grown some things and I've haven't been in town since fall. "Anything special about her?"
Cimilyan took a sip from her mug, "We found some remains of her near the main road. Seems like she was hit by a large vihical."
Guess I should stop using my truck for that.
Cimilan comtinued,"I noticed your truck had some damage. Think I also saw something on the dents. How old is the damage?"
"It's from this fall, deer hit me." Just little more time left Cimilan.
"Alright then, thank you for the coffee Jack. But I need to contiune." She said as she stoud up.

As Cimilam stoud up, she stumbled a little; as if tired. She walked three more steps before stumbling again.
I watch her strugle."What's wrong officer?"