The mahogany house on Schnecteckey Dr. was casting a dark shadow over everything on the street. A lone wolf howled in the distance, as a crow swooped low while pulling off impressive maneuvers, circling all of the rooftops. With one last lap around the block, the crow came to rest on the same mahogany rooftop that it was resting atop to begin with.
A booming awoke all of the sleeping residents, as a high pitched shriek of terror filled the air. Schnecteckey Dr. was a quiet place, the houses were far apart, and because of this, there was a 99% chance that you might never meet your next door neighbor.
Because of the geography, and the type of people who resided on Schnecteckey Dr. no one bothered to investigate what the noise was all about.
And on this very night, Mrs. Dirnstem was left to die. After all... Schnecteckey Dr. was no place to snoop and nose around in other folks' buisness.
