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

22 thoughts on “The Mystery

  1. Now I’m scared for the detective. I feel like when I’m watching a horror movie and want to yell at the characters: don’t go in there alone! Get back up!

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