The Mystery

The house was locked, and wore a desolate look. Nobody had lived there for years.

A damaged car parked outside indicated a backstory. The boy washing cars cleaned this one for free, just so that it did not turn into an eyesore. He mentioned hearing muffled sounds, but it was dismissed as a teenager’s hyperactive imagination. Who had come in this car, never to go back?

The detective braced himself up for work. Just yesterday, a strange, shabbily dressed man had offered to sell him the house, but said that it needed an investigative eye, before they sealed the deal.

Inspired by Rochelle Wisoff

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