Hi My name is Stephen I live in Bristol this happened to me when I was 15. I used to ride my bike to and from school and my parents were always working so after school I would come home to an empty house. it took me about 45 minutes to get home. After about ten minutes I stopped at a shop to get a drink. Drunk my drink went to get on my bike then an old man stopped me he asked me directions to some random place, can't remember where exactly. He said thanks and then took off on his bike. Anyway I continued on my way home i stopped after 20 minutes for a rest, almost home. Then I saw the old man riding towards me, he went straight past me n on his way. I thought nothing of it and continued to ride home. I heard a bike behind me and it was the old man again passing me on his bike. I freaked out and quickly got home. Safely home I went inside and kicked back. I looked out the window to see if mum or dad were back. Then I saw the old man passing on his bike. I went around the house and locked all the doors. After an hour or so I forgot all about the old man and was watching TV. I opened the front door for some fresh air. From the lounge I could see out the front door. I saw the old man again going past on his bike he looked at me. I went outside and waited at the front of my yard for the old man to come back with a big rock in my hand. I waited a while and then the I saw the old man. He didn't see me I hide in a bush and waited til he came closer and then threw the rock right at his head. The old man went flying off his bike and smashed onto the ground. I got another rock and caved his head in there was so much blood. Then I dragged the old mans body into my house got an axe and chopped him into little pieces. I threw the pieces into large black trash bags. I then got a backpack and threw the bags in there and put it on my back. Went onto the street and grabbed the old mans bike and rode off to find a place to dump the trash.