I didn't do it

I'm gonna kill this woman
My friends are going to kill her baby
The baby looks like a profile face I've seen on this website
They can't do it
I look down at the baby, who's in a pile of books
The baby is bleeding out of it's head
When I look back I see the baby's head rolling down a bowling alley
It's a split
I bury the body near the restroom
I turn around
The police have arrived
They received a short story written by someone here, saying I was the murderer
I know I will find them and destroy them