I just recently moved into this old house with my friend and his mother, Norma. She told Norman and I to walk around the house and pick rooms we wanted. Inside the house I came across this round, almost oval-like room. The next day when I went back to school there was a guy that I’m friends with but he was being so rude. Later that day in class I was paired up with him for this project. I told him that he should come over to the house since I don’t have a ride to get to his. When we got to the house he was being rude again. We went to the round room and I told him I would be right back, but I really wouldn’t be back. As he stepped into the room I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me. I left him in the room with only his school supplies, a light, a long white table, and a little black folding chair. I slipped a note under the door saying, “maybe if you weren’t such a jerk, you wouldn’t have been locked in here. Enjoy.” He started yelling and hitting the door, but after a while he gave up. Norman asked me why I locked him in there and he said, “Maybe you should do something about him. Mother wouldn’t like him very much.” 3 days passed and when I went to check up on him and give him a sandwich after no food for 3 days, he came over to me and tried to choke me. As that was happening Norman showed up and hit him off me. I got on top of the kid and started strangling him… his eyes slowly shut and he was dead. After realizing what I had done, I told Norman that I didn’t try it and he told me it was okay and we need a plan to get rid of him. As I stepped back from the body, I heard the floor creak and I saw the floor boards were loose. Norman and I pulled up the boards and put the body in the floor.