Note: Please be warn that the following story may create some vivid and maybe horrifying images in your mind.
My neighbor’s backyard is an absolute jungle. He has a planter full of weeds. I mean, isn’t a planter is for growing vegetables? Anyway, the weeds outside the planter are crawling over into my yard and is destroying my lawn.
So yesterday, I banged on his gate. “Can you please clean up your damn yard?” I shouted.
No answer. I banged again and the gate fell. I stood frozen. I couldn’t move nor could I scream. The weeds were growing from decomposing flesh. It turned out my neighbor is a f****** psycho murderer who kills people for his plants.