A man in his early thirties sat around a camp fire roasting marsh mellows. He plucked one off his stick and scoffed it down. He then returned to his tent read a book for short while then fell asleep. He woke up the next day and headed down the trail back to his cabin. As he reached the cabin he realized there were an awfully lot flies around. He opened the cabin door then stared in horror and fear as a man he had never seen before hung from the ceiling with a knife through his chest. He then quickly ran out side in fear. Fumbled with his phone he tried dialing nine one one. "no service darn" the man said, he then ran quickly to his ATV he strapped his pack in and drove off very frightened. As he neared his plane and got in the air he started to relax. As soon as he landed he called nine one one and explained the situation. As he landed he thought "Today is going to be a long day for Sumuel Isaac Hunter".
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