What dark stories have you written or heard, or experienced?

I think I had a dark experience in middle school. The hero of the story is a polite and humorous boy. His family has a prosperous business, a good personality and many friends. One of them borrowed money from him, which is said to be thousands of dollars. It was because of these thousands of dollars that he was killed.

The borrower is his classmate. At that time, we had just finished the senior high school entrance examination and had a summer vacation. He told his classmates about paying back the money, but the classmates just perfunctory. Later, his classmates asked him to go out to play, and they drove their motorcycles to the next village. I don't know if it has been planned for a long time or if there is any dispute in the middle. When his family found him, he was lying in the ditch beyond recognition. The boy stabbed him in the throat with an iron pipe, hit him on the head with gravity, dragged him into the ditch and took all his mobile phones, wallets and so on.

It pains me to think that he is covered in blood and hurt his face. He was a very clean boy before his death, and no one expected to leave like this. Hearing the news, I realized what it was like to be in a trance for the first time. I really couldn't eat or sleep for the first time. Lying down was his smiling face and his fear when he left.

Later, the suspect was found. When the police went to arrest him, he was still drinking in the bar and his face was calm. I was sentenced to life imprisonment for the first time, but my friend's parents wanted him to be sentenced to death and he was not buried. He was frozen in the freezer at that time. His parents said that even if the murderer lost all his money, he would let him die and ask him to bury it again with his eyes closed. I was afraid to meet him, so I kept him friendly. It's been nine years, and now I can't help crying when I think about typing. . .

I have never met such a nice person as him. I always help me clean the table when I first go to the classroom every day. Tell jokes when the entrance examination is stressful, but pretend to lose to me at the age of 24. Occasionally let me hum a few songs, because he thinks it sounds good. Don't forget to bring me a snack when you buy it. Maybe I will never meet such a person again. So this is a darker story I experienced.