Norman felt sick when he saw the blood on his mother's clothes. 'Mother, ohGod! Mother!' he cried. 'Blood! Blood!' He ran down the stairs from his mother'sbedroom, out of the house and down the hill to the motel. He couldn't believe it.His mother a killer? It wasn't true... But when he finally ran into the girl's room, he saw that it was true. The girlwas lying in the bath with her eyes still open, dead. And his mother was the killer.He stood outside the bathroom, feeling sick and afraid. He tried to think, but hedidn't know what to do. He thought about calling the police, but then stopped. He mustn't call them. Notnow. Because his mother wasn't really a killer. She was sick. You were not a realkiller if you were sick in the head. No, he must stop people from knowing. He had time. The girl was alone. Nobodyknew she was there. The best thing to do was to throw away the body. But how? Then Norman had an idea. He turned off the bedroom light and the shower inthe bathroom. Then he took the plastic curtain from the shower and opened it outon the bedroom floor. Next, he took Marion's body out of the bath and pulled herslowly onto the plastic curtain. After washing the blood from the floor and walls in the bathroom, he picked thebody up inside the plastic curtain and carried it out to her car. He went back tothe bedroom and put everything that belonged to the girl inside the suitcase. Heput that into the car with the body. He looked round the room one last time. Hesaw the newspaper next to the bed, picked it up and, not knowing about themoney inside it, he threw that into the car too. Then he got into the car and drove away towards a swamp not far from themotel. When he arrived, he got out of the car and pushed it into the swamp. Hewatched nervously as it slowly went down. It took a long time, but finally itdisappeared. Norman smiled. 'Mother's safe now,' he thought. 'Nobody will ever learn whathappened to the girl.'
