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I swear to God, that Tickle-Me Elmo was staring

  • I swear to God, that Tickle-Me Elmo was staring into my soul. He looked at me with his fake, plastic eyes and his mouth open wide. "I'm not ticklish," He kept saying.
  • While thrusting his pelvis at me. Tickle-me-Elmo was scary. Mommy. At night he crawls around the floor telling me to kill my puppy. I don't want to but I have to if Tickle-me
  • Elmo says so, because if I don't, he says he'll put his hand over my mouth and nose and send me to Heaven." Timmy's mother slashed Elmo in the chest with a butcher knife and ripped
  • his fuzzy red head off, then kicked him in the corner. "There now," soothed Timmy's mom. Timmy felt better & fell fast asleep. But during the night, Elmo reconstructed himself. Whe
  • n Timmy awoke, Elmo was in the corner, laughing. Beneath his bloodsoaked covers was his mother's unblinking head, her mouth agape in a 0 of horror.
  • This was in January 2012. By today, June 1, 2016 at 7pm, the autopsy revealed murder and we never found the murderer - until he drowned in Bermuda, while swimming and drinking.
  • It turns out that drinking in the whiskey you are swimming in is a sure trip to drowning in that whiskey. They found the murder confession inside a condom in his wallet. 02/17/17.
  • It was still fresh. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was one of those people, who always checked and rechecked labels.He suddenly realized who the murderer was.
  • The milk was newly bought, and so was the fruit. The murderer had recently been here. The detective sat by the door of the apartment, waiting for the suspect's arrival.
  • At last, he picked the fruits of his patience and caught the milkman red handed, delivering the fresh milk. 10 minutes later the murderer walks in and picks up the fresh milk.

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