Dying Flower

Munstroe Disaster

Next Day, It took forever for the second lecture to end. It seemed like the lecturer was enjoying herself but thank goodness, she concluded her class with of course, an assignment. But, that wasn't Paige's concern right now all she wanted to do was to get to Munstroe/ school's Cemetery and solve her first task.  Immediately she left the class,  Nellie was already standing next to her locker in a white pant and a blue cardigan, with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She also was done for the day.

"Hello fellow pretty lady", Nellie greeted with a big smile across her face.
" Hi Nellie",  Paige returned in a rush while opening her locker to drop some of her books and closed it not even making Nellie to start her next speech and zoomed off.
She took a cab that drove her to the cemetery and  there she met a grave digger who directed her to Trafford's tomb. She begged him to let her inside for 30 minutes, he insisted that she would be in the tomb for 20 minutes.
She went in, slightly closed the door and turned on the flashlight in her phone because the place was a bit dark even when it was still day. She found his tomb, thank God it wasn't the normal 6 ft deep, the coffin was made of stone and the top was easy to push. She carefully pushed the top and,
"Aaah", screamed Paige
" Ma'am are you OK?", asked the grave digger
"Yeah, just saw a spider that's all", she lied although she is scared of spiders, but that wasn't a spider that scared her, it was Trafford's corpse looking fresh, instead of being decayed or even his bones which was extremely creepy. He looked like he was asleep but, with his face upwards like a Vampire.
" why on earth will someone assign me to a creepy task?", she thought aloud.
She pushed the top again so that, she can get whatever that brought her here. She used her phone torch to search for the black box. Her phone fell into the coffin while trying to move around the coffin, she boldy reached for the phone and her finger mistakenly swipped to her messages and directly to the one that brought her here, she read it and she noticed that she's been searching the wrong place all these while. She quickly pushed the top and rushed out of the tomb. She found the school's cemetery, the sky was already dark and the grave digger was no where to be found. Every grave at the school's cemetery, were cemented and tiled only two that weren't, one at the center and the other one was what separated Trafford's tomb and the school's cemetery. She walked up to that one, she noticed that the grave stone was engraved with
'Salma Tayson Ricks,
(1912-1956)'.
She dugged the grave with a shovel that she found the grave digger with, staining her body with the dark soil,  she dug and dug until, her shovel stroke an object , "Thump!". She continued digging and she found a mini, black lunch box. She threw away the shovel and rushed to the box. She struggled to bring out and finally succeeded. She quickly put the box in her bag, covered the grave and immediately it began to rain heavily, she ran to the road as fast as she could, she got a cab that took her directly back home.

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BACK HOME
   

Paige is in her room trying to crack open the box with a screw driver, she finally opened it. The box contained, 5 letters, timer that is already showing that she had 5 days to solve the case and today is almost gone. The last thing that was in the box was another black envelope this time, it was sealed with red, serpent shaped wax. She picked up the envelope and dropped the box on the table, she tore it open and read the content.
"Letters are made from words, what you seek for, are found in them. Note: Be Considerate, Be Smart and TSAF".
'What on earth does TSAF mean?', Paige wondered as she paced around her room and read the note again, this time the first sentence.
'Words are made from letters, what you seek for are found in them,' she picked up a pen and underlined
'Letters are made from words.' 
" Yes!",  Paige shouted she seemed she  has started to crack the case.
"The letters, the notes are what contains the answer I seek for", she said as she picked up the letters in the box. She began the first letter that was written in the year 1832 and the hand writing was that of Trafford
'Why are all these always connecting to Trafford ?', she wondered and read the first Letter which was for Sabrina Christopher.