Halloween Nightmare #3: The Murderers Plan

The murderers had thought their plan a success; Just kill the old man, and never confess. But they didn't expect that the body would tattle And tell where was hid, with a noisy rattle. The old man was careful; he carried his phone Everywhere with him, even at home. So deep in his pocket, the phone was as usual; And they never found it, in their too quick perusal. In a hurry they dumped him down, under the bed Planning that later, they'd bury the dead: Some place extra secret, as soon as they knew The best place to plant him; if the plan would go through. And during the evening, a guest came to call As the cat commenced wandering, off down the hall; Spying the body, there beneath the bed The cat began squalling, with a terrible dread. As luck would then have it, at that same exact time Some random caller was spending his dime, To call the poor victim, lying stone still- And the phone kept vibrating quite loudly until- The murderers found it, and made some excuse; Had to run off the caller, to flesh out their ruse. They put the old man, in the front of his car And drove to the canyon; was not very far. They revved up the engine, but before could get out, A muscle spasm gripped him; his leg spasmed out Down upon the accelerator; his foot it did fasten, And the car spun out; toppling into the chasm. No one ever realized, it was not a soiree Of three friendly folks out enjoying their day; By the time that the wreck was found, in the ravine The town would recall it, as just a bad dream.