Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26527257-20150624081812

It was a normal day from want I remember; I crawled out of bed at 12pm due to my roommate playing their music way to loud, had breakfast, showered, and got dressed. I walked out the apartment, and went to my car. When I got their there was someone keying my car. It was my landlords’ son I think. I pushed him out of my way. I got in the car and headed to work. As usual work was terrible; two costumers complained about the smallest detail, one coworker tried to force me to do her job. I went to this little Chinese place for lunch with my boss. He wanted to talk about me taking up a manger position at a sister company, while their waitress spilled my food all over my cloths. I walked to my car and grabbed my back up set of cloths. After lunch I went back to work till 2pm. On the way home I stopped by the grocery store and restocked on what we were low on at home. I got home and my landlord was yelling at me about pushing her son. I said I was sorry and went back to my apartment. My roommate would not stop screaming. All of a sudden the door bell rang. I walked over to the door and opened it. Two officers were they, and walked to ask me a few questions back at the station. As it turns out a few people I interacted with today showed up dead. I was so scared. How did they find the bodies?  