It's Halloween and I've hacked someone up, hung them upside-down over a pile of leaves to drain the blood first, then dismembered them into a heap of organs and limbs.
The children don't know, they think it's an exceptionally gruesome display on the front lawn, but other people have caught on.
The papers, they've got photos of my display on the front page and detailed ones inside, people are buying them like hotcakes, it's an award winning Halloween display for sure, I try to stop someone, a short fat man, from buying the paper - "Don't ..." I tell him, and put my hand on his arm to sell him; he knows, some of the others know, it's not just a display, they want to look.
I'm not going to get away with this forever, the police are coming to pick me up, they're at the front door. I tell the kids to eat their dinner, then go to the door, the police are there, I apologize and tell them I'm eating dinner, I'll just be half an hour.
I'll be going away for this one for quite some time.