• Corner Mystery

    Cindy was walking down the street when she heard the screaming noise of sirens. Cindy, being a nosy person, had to go check. When she got there, the scene had wiped her face of any emotion except two, fear and disgust.
    The old house on Corner Avenue had been broken into. Cindy saw that it had broken windows with the door kicked off the hinges. A blanket was on the ground covering something big and lumpy. The body, she guessed. She didn’t even have a minute to look at it before she saw a man walking toward her. She turned to walk away but soon felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see a big man with a CSI uniform on. His nametag read Jones Maverick.
    “Excuse me miss,” Jones said, “but I was wondering if you had any information on this house.” His voice was large and raspy.
    She couldn’t talk loud so her voice came in a whisper, “No....I only walk past this house on the way to the bus stop.” She could swear she was about to pass out and Jones could see it.
    “Are you sure?” He seemed uncertain whether or not she was telling the truth.
    “Yes I swear,” She told him. “Now can I go home, please?” She sounded like a baby that was homesick and wanted its mommy.
    He sighed, “Yes you may go, no further questions.”
    As soon as he said that, Cindy ran and ran all the way home and when she got there she slammed the door behind her. She ran upstairs and called her best friend Simon Baxter.
    “Hello?” She heard on the other line.
    “Simon?”
    “Oh hey Cindy.”
    “Hey, did you hear about the house on Corner Avenue?”
    “Who didn’t?”
    “I know but I was there and i saw it..it was terrifying.”
    “Really? So that was you on the news!”He sounded like he was happy! She couldn’t believe it!
    “You sound like you’re happy about it!”
    “Oh, sorry i just think it’s cool that my best friend is on Channel 5 News!”
    “Simon! That’s not the point! Somebody died last night!”
    “Well i can’t help it! Do you know how many people are gonna see you on TV?”
    “Augh!” She couldn’t take it anymore so, she just hung up.
    Finally! Took her long enough to hang up! As I hung up the phone when I was finished talking to her, I wondered what would happen. What would happen if i got caught? Would I be executed? Hung? I pushed the thoughts out of my head. I opened my dresser drawer and took out my clothes to reveal a big black box. As I picked up the box, a grin crept up my face. I opened it and put what was inside on my bed, a knife. With an ear to ear grin I put my clothes, marked Simon B., back in the drawer