It happened when he came over a few days ago. I was busy with you know, Life and stuff. But he kept to himself and although my Wife was chilled about having a Guest, I am not. I am more worried about all of us going a few rounds of, "I thought he was your friend...", which can stretch for days.
What a way to treat a Guest, right?
It's quite a challenge for us to force him out of the house since we do not want any trouble on our hands. And our local Law on Squatters can be quite harsh as well. Anyway, I've told him to leave us alone but to no avail.
In the end, we forced and locked him in a room in the hopes that he will realise his mistake and leave on his own accord. So, everyday, I would take a peek and see how he is. And my Wife said to kick him out by Sunday. Despite my communication efforts (or the lack of it), he remained silent. And we forgot about him...
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| 5 days later, this was my crime scene. He was stiff and I had to dispose of him as best and as discreet as I can; bagged him in a non-disposable plastic bag and flung the body across, to the high grassy field... |
