As I was walking home one dark, stormy night across a lonely English moor, I shuddered, for my dog, my constant companion was barking furiously. His urgent barking sounded as though he were calling me. so I started off in that direction.
Coming closer, I could make out the dark shape of a rambling old house. As I neared it I heard a strange sound, and was so terrified that I ran as fast as my legs would carry me in the direction I thought would take me home, but it only led me to an old quarry where I stumbled and fell.
1 rolled down a small hill and came to rest against something cold and heavy. Getting out my pocket torch, I saw to my horror that it was a body. I turned it over with my foot and saw the handle of a knife protruding from its back. I knew it must be murder, for a man cannot knife himself in the back.
As quickly as I could I made my way to the nearest village and informed the police, who came out and took the body into the village, then drove me home. As far as I know the killer was finally brought to justice.