A man is driving home from the party, it was a really dark road and he was really drunk. Then he sang a song, he was singing row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
And just a sudden; a resounding life is but a dream followed up, but it's quite high-pitched. Then he laughed it out loud as he thought he has a mere imagination. On the second time he want to sing, after he sing the old mcdonald had a farm and until that he suddenly get distracted by the radio that announce that all area around Bim Road should be careful as a homicide just happened by a psychopath woman. Suddenly theres somebody singing eaa, eaa, oo. He frozed in a second, he noticed a very bad smell, a blood smell. By the time he was conscious, without delay he opened the car door but at the same time it was all too late, a long sharp metallic pole had penetrate through his head rest and frontal cortex. Forthaway, a melodious rhytme was sang; and on his car there was a man, eaa, eaa, oo and there was no sound because he's dead eaa, eaa, ooÃ¢ÂÂ¦.