That morning...yes that morning. I was drunk that night before but, I would have never harmed her or even killed her. NO!!! I didn't do this!! Someone else did this or did I? No, I would have never done this!!
That morning I found my lovely wife, Dennis Bradmurrey, dead, with her abdomen open and with a head wound, the size of a bullet. I can still see the image in my mind. I just can't unsee her lifeless eyes. After i woke up and found her. I immediatly called 911 and started to cry like a middle aged man who just lost a loved one.
But, that was two years ago. And I try to forget by doing projects. Like building a LEGO theme park or playing Jenga by myself. I like to build since it is my job I tend to love. I am a building engineer. I don't know why that is important to this story but, I just wanted to include that. Every day, I go to my old house where I used live at with Dennis. And one day, I went there and when i got there at the door step there was a tape recorder. I hit the play button and it said, "Hello Greg Bradmurrey, I know how your wife died and I am here to inform you how she died. But, I am going to do it my way, in clues. Have fun finding all the clues Greg. You have thirty days to find out or you will be terminated...*psycho laughter*. *Tape ends with a click*." To be continued...