A Stupid Murderer

The shovel dug into the ground in the woods behind the church. The murderer, sweating profusely, looked down at the bag that contained the rotting body of Violet Criss. It was a miracle he had gotten away with it thus far, but he was digging a grave in broad daylight- he wouldn’t be able to hide for long. Sure enough, a voice called out from near the church- “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” it said. He could hear footsteps getting closer and closer. “Oh my God…” the visitor said. “You murdered her…”
The killer was promptly knocked out.