The Murder House Mystery

Chapter Twelve

I went down to the basement. It looked eerily normal, except for one thing. In the center of the basement, there laid Pete, unconscious and tied to a chair.

    I thought it made sense, as Steve would want to tie Pete up if he was the real murderer. But there was a huge bruise on his forehead.It didn't make sense, if Pete really was the murderer, it would make sense for him to try to knock himself unconscious. But what didn't make sense was the fact that the bruise was on the front of his head instead of the back.
I began to investigate him. I knew that criminals had a tendency to try to injure/kill themselves in order to escape, but this didn't make sense.

    See, Steve said that Pete went with almost no resistance, but if he didn't resist, why was there a bruise on Pete's head? And if Pete did that to himself, wouldn't the bruise be on the back, as he could easily knock himself unconscious with the back of his chair?

    As I was putting two and two together, the door closed behind me. It was Steve.

    "So," he said, "You figured it out. Now, I'm sorry. But now that you know, you aren't allowed to live. You see, kid, I'm the murderer."

    I gasped. I couldn't believe it. I was right. "But-but why though?"

    "Well," said Steve, "After two of my comrades died on the case of the illegal turtles in Iceland, I lost my job. I was hoping that if I solved a case of murders, I would get my job back. It was a slow three years, I didn't run into any cases that needed investigating. But then, I got the brilliant idea that, if I couldn't find a case, I would make a case! I will hand Pete in and you" he took out the jump rope, "won't be a witness".

    I was horrified. My hands trembling, I shouted, "STEVE WITHERMAN! I TRUSTED YOU! I looked up to you! You were my idol! I can't believe you!"

    Steve began to untangle the rope that he was going to use to choke me. I put my hands in my pocket and turned on the cellular data on my phone. I texted my grandma's iwatch that she never takes off (nor did she ever take it off of bluetooth or cellular).

    I panicked. I didn't want to die. I yote the nearest box at Steve. The box (which held a bunch of board games) caught Steve off guard and with a Connect Four piece in his eye.

    I bolted up the stairs, but Steve caught me before I could get up.

    "I've had it with you kid!" Steve cried. "I'm gonna-" I cut him off by punching him in the nose.

    Steve dropped me. I ran back up the stairs and into the living room. I closed the door and put a chair in front of the door to block it. Grandma was calling the police.

    "YES there is a murderer in this house." she paused to listen to what the operator had to say. "NO I am not delusional!" she paused again. "Thank you!"

    But before we could celebrate, the door burst open and Steve was ready to kill. He took the chair I used to keep him inside the basement and used it to knock Grandma unconscious. He turned his attention back to me.

    "I've got you now kid!" he snarled.

    This is it, I thought, I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die.

    Suddenly, Mom picked up a flower case and used it to knock Steve out.

    "Oh my god!" she cried, "I think I killed him!"

    Tammy took both Steve and Grandma's pulse. "No, they're both still alive. And don't worry, Bill added an ambulance to our 911 request."

    I wanted to be happy. I solved a murder mystery for gosh's sake! But I wasn't happy. I began to cry.