Mrs Rosewood

Chapter 1/6

"Good morning, Mrs. Rosewood," Alicia, a 10-year-old girl, says cheerfully.

Mrs. Rosewood, on the other hand, grunts and walks away.

Mrs.Rosewood is hated by everyone in the area. Disgusted, arrogant, and an old lady living alone in her home. She doesn't talk or interact with anyone. She only leaves the house when she has to go grocery shopping or do some other work. Nobody in the neighborhood wants to talk to her. Everyone in her neighborhood has no idea what she does or how she spends her day at home, and it is also a fact that they don't care.

Whoever attempts to sneak in and peek around the house, Mrs.Rosewood comes out with a knife or a hammer to scare the intruder out of life and force them to leave her home. She does not like others intruding on her property and sneaking into her home, whether they are adults or children, and whether they are doing so for a sincere reason or with other intentions.

"What's the matter with Mrs.Rosewood?" asks Mrs. Tiffany.

"Leave it. She is exactly like that "Mrs. Serena responds.

"But how can she be so rude to a tiny girl who is merely wishing her a good morning?" Mrs. Tiffany wonders.

"Chuck it," Mrs.Serena says emphatically.

"And yes, have you heard about Mr.Jacob and Mrs.Lily's secret affair?" Mrs.Serena diverting for juicy gossip.

"Oh... is it???... what's in store?" Mrs. Tiffany eagerly requests additional information.

Both females began gossiping and giggling about juicy interesting stories.

It was a typical day for everyone until Mrs. Rosewood left the house for work this evening. She takes a look around and walks down the lane in a very discreet manner. The world does not exist for her, and she does not exist for the world in their area.

Mr.Jacob collides with Mrs.Rosewood at the corner of the road on his way back home, and she falls with the bags.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mr.Jacob quickly apologizes and begins to assist Mrs.Rosewood in gathering her stuff.

"Are you able to see, young man?" Mrs. Rosewood yells.

"I apologize..." Mr. Jacob responds while gathering all of the bags.

Mrs.Rosewood quickly gathers all of the bags from Mr. Jacob's hand as well as the ground and walks fast towards her home.

"I can help you in carrying your heavy bags to your house..." Mr. Jacob inquires, but she hurries to her home and slams the door.

Mr. Jacob is taken aback by such hasty and arrogant behavior. He didn't think much and went inside his home.

"Honey, I'm home," Mr. Jacob says as he turns on the television.

"Residents of Fordwich, take note. Everyone must be cautious since a serial killer is on the loose, and we believe the killer is hidden someplace around Fordwich," according to a news anchor.

"Dinner is ready, honey... Come to the dining table when you've washed your hands," Mrs. Jacob is greeted with a kiss on the cheeks.

"Have you heard this?" Mr. Jacob inquires.

"Yes. This is the third time, the news anchor says on television." Mrs. Jacob responds casually.

"Now get up, wash your hands, and hurry," Mrs. Jacob says as she arranges dishes on the table.

Mr. Jacob reaches the sink and is astonished as he washes his hand. He notices bloodstains on his palm, then flashes of blood oozing out of Mrs. Rosewood's bag, the heaviness of the bag, the smell of fresh flesh, and her weird behavior in front of his eyes.

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"Red alert - Fordwich. We discovered a dead body in the backyard of a remote residence. The killer shattered the victim's head, chopped off arms, and ripped out the victim's heart from the chest. Please stay at home and avoid unnecessary outings. Keep yourself safe. 'Do not go out until absolutely necessary,' I say again." the news anchor declares on TV.

"Killer appears to be roughly 5'5" tall with white hair," the news anchor continued.

"Honey, what does Mrs.Rosewood do?" Mr.Jacob wonders.

"Nothing," Mrs. Jacob giggles, "She is extremely unusual about herself, and God only knows what she does behind the doors of the home."

"She moved here a few months ago, correct?"

"Yes. I believe she has been there for about 4 months, but she has yet to make any friends because of her arrogance and self-centeredness."

"What is her husband's job?"

"I have no idea. We haven't seen him since she first arrived. I assume he is no longer in this world," Mrs. Jacob replies, making a cross with her heart to commemorate God Jesus.

"But why are you inquiring about Mrs. Rosewood today?" Mrs. Jacob inquires.

"aahhhhh... nothing... nothing..." Mr. Jacob responds quickly and smiles to disguise his skepticism.

Mr.Jacob keeps thinking about the same thing - blood, the heaviness of meat, the smell of meat, and Mrs.Rosewood's weird reaction. He suspects her of being a serial killer.

"I believe it's Mrs. Rosewood," Mr. Jacob replies loudly and unconsciously.

"What????????" Mrs. Jacob reacts to it.

"The serial killer... I believe it's Mrs. Rosewood,"

"She is around 5'5" tall, has white hair, and has recently moved to our town," Mr. Jacob explains.

"it fits the killer profile," affirms Mrs.Jacob.

"We should call the cops right away," Mrs. Jacob says, her face colored with nervousness and fear.

"However, before we go to the police and prove ourselves stupid by accusing an old woman, we should try to collect evidence of the same or catch her red-handed," Mr. Jacob suggests.

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