Here's a thing about curiosity; it doesn't let you sleep at night! After meeting that unknown stranger on the street, my mind kept on thinking about him while I walked slowly to my house. I couldn't understand whether he wanted my help or wanted to help me? why was he so keen to help me? I didn't even know him. My mind was already perplexed with the case and then this queer meeting was a whole next level. I drank my Espresso, half busy in thought. Then all of a sudden I remembered, he said something about the case too: ""If you want to put an end to your dead end, try visiting the forest once more, you might find something of your purpose". How in the whole wide world did he know about the case? was he one of the people involved? he was definitely a suspect now. My mind was so busy with these questions that I didn't realize when I was standing on the door step of my house.
It wasn't basically a house, it was a flat and I lived in an apartment. so I entered the flat, passed the parking lot and made it to the elevator. The parking lot was quite, filled with cars. Silence crept through every corner; light or dark. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button of the fifth floor. Maybe he was a figment of my tired imagination, I tried to satisfy my self to put a rest on my mind but, could not. My mind was formulating all kind of questions, and most of them were about the Stranger and whatever he said to me. The Elevator reached the fifth floor and halted, Gradually the door opened revealing the corridor of the flat. The flat in which I lived was well made and was built in a very secured place of London. It was large and the apartments in it were also full of satisfaction. On each corridor were at least five rooms. My room was the first one. So, buried in my own thoughts and hypothetical answers I took the keys and opened my room. When I opened my room, the train of my thoughts came to an abrupt end because in front of me I saw my extremely messy apartment.
"Oh God!" I sighed "I completely forgot, I have an apartment to take care of"
The thing was that I lived alone. I had no family, well I had a family but I do not want to go on that story. I entered my apartment, closing the door behind me and collapsed over a nearby sofa. the floor was covered with boxes of pizza and empty bottles of cold drinks and the table, the bed and the counters of the kitchen were all filled with papers and dishes waiting to be washed. I kept the disposable cup of espresso on the table near be and the papers, I began to read again. I had no idea when my thoughts about the meeting and the case allowed me to sleep but when I opened my eyes again it was morning and the birds were chirping on the window on whose sills books were stacked. I sat up, rubbing my head. All of a sudden my mind just seemed made up, the questions were no longer there and only one decision echoed in my head: "Well, Allison lets go and explore the Dalby forest again". So, there I was; I got up, took a shower and dressed up. I combed my hair, tying them into a messy bun again and wearing my white joggers, I stepped out of the apartment and locked it; walking towards the Elevator to go to the Dalby forest.
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The Dalby Forest had always been filled with people. It was a wonderful place to come with families, for biking, camping or even just sitting and relaxing. It was filled with children running around laughing and parents sitting carefree. But today was a strange day, for the first ever time the Dalby Forest didn't roar with the children's spirited laughter, for the first ever time it was deserted with only Police tape tied around every tree and only security guard and police officers roaming here and there. It was 9 o'clock in the morning, usually when bikers biked around the forest. but, it was a dreadful sight to see; the same forest that looked so alive with human touch looked half alive without human touch. The only signs of life were shown by the plants and the birds flying on the sky.
"Detective" One of the officers raised a hand to greet me as I passed him to go towards the point of crime. I raised a hand to greet him.
the scene of crime was near the only river that flowed through the Dalby forest, in fact it was inside the river that the bodies of the victims was found. it was at the far end of the forest, where only bikers went. it was mostly quiet on that side of the forest. So, I walked slowly towards the the river, unaccompanied. When I reached the river I saw that its entrance was also blocked with police tape. I lowered my self to pass from beneath the yellow tape. The river flowed silently on its bed, the reed sang in the swift wind. The sky could be seen clearly from the river side, it was cloudless and the new rays of the sun were falling on the water, making it glimmer. The forest was indeed very beautiful, but now that five murders were committed here, people feared it.
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Mystery / Thriller"Here's a thing about curiosity; it doesn't let you sleep at night! After meeting that unknown stranger on the street, my mind kept on thinking about him while I walked slowly to my house. I couldn't understand whether he wanted my help or wanted to...
