I hopped in his car. It was a nice one actually, there were leather seats and soft carpeting. The outside color was red. My thoughts were interrupted when he started the car. The car shook and made a weird hissing sound. The man said that the car was very old, yet it didn't look old. The man told me to start the story. So I did. I told him everything. I told him about my friends house, my aunt, my brother, my parents, even the gasoline and my aunts car. The man said he was no investigator, but he thought some suspicious thoughts about my aunt. We finally arrived. The man said he would come too because he had nothing to do that day and he was giving her a ride back anyway.
When we walked into the police station it all went quiet. I don't know why, but it just did. It was probably because I had blood and gasoline on me, don't ask why. Once I got to the helping desk, I was welcomed by a pretty lady. She looked as if she was about 30 years old. I told her what had happened. She had a horrified look in her face. Then she said hold on a minute sweetie. She was too cheerful. She had gotten her desk phone and called somebody. Almost immediately someone walked out of a door in the back of the building with five following. They walked up to us. They said they were gonna help us investigate the crime scene. Then we told them to follow the mans car to get to my house. We stared driving back. I felt some kind of feeling. It was a mix between nausea and pride. I didn't understand it, but it got even stronger as we neared my so-called home.
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Mystery / ThrillerA little girl was walking home from a friends house when she saw her home in flames. All her family died except her aunt. When she went to a police station to find help, she was welcomed and brought home six investigators. They investigated for a lo...
