The smell is of rotten bodies. Apartment Two-Twenty-One has been silent for the past 2 days. And in the hallway surrounding Apartment Two-Twenty-One it has an awful stench. The name is Pettyworth, and I am a detective for the NYPD. The date is January 4, 1921 and it is a cold, brittle winter. In my apartment complex, things were rather quiet. And Apartment Two-Twenty-One has had no complaints about the smell. I think it's just that the people …showed first 75 words of 483 total…

…showed last 75 words of 483 total…holding a scalpel. He places it upon my forehead and begins to dig deeply. As I tried to scream, he was drawing a line straight down the center of my body. As blood trickled up my face I shuttered with fear and pain. He was going to leave me here to die. It started to get colder as I hung here in the darkness. And before I knew it, I was dead. All was quiet....