Have you seen my son?

No, sorry dear

the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.

the old woman replied.

Have you seen my son?

s time

the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified thi

No, I m sorry ma'am, but we ll search right away the officer responded while taking ou
t his radio, trying not to look at the woman's sorrowful eyes.
Please please tell me my son is in there
happens to live right next to her house.

asked the woman to a friend of hers, which

I m really sorry Clarice, we haven t seen him

the mother replied.

The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, W
here is my son .She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, ou
t of pity, helped her in her search
JIMMY, JIMMY! WHERE ARE YOU! PLEASE COME OUT!
Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would
leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin,
frizzy hair, and her skinnier body. She screamed at every part of the town, HAVE
YOU SEEN MY SON?
Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she'd alr
eady gone crazy.
She went to the local police department again
Have you seen my son?
The officer in charge left out a deep sigh,

I m sorry ma'am

The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front d
oor, a smile painted itself across her face.
With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself. I guess I hid the body well"