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Death In a Parking Lot

Parking lots are creepy and desolate in the dark, without fluorescent lights, no one can remember where they parked, A person may roam around for hours or click on their alarm. At Christmas time parking lots are synonymous to Christmas Tree Farms, A death can easily happen in the midle of the maze, when attendants are not looking, People can sneak in and out of the gates, rummaging for all sorts of goodies to take, If someone is unaware they can overpower him/her in a choke hold, strangling the person until they are stone cold, In the twinkling of an eye a family can suffer a loss, The owners and corporations may try to cover up the heinous crime, by slinging mud and slime, But in due time unsolved mysteries eventually shine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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