The whole house was filled with dust and grime. It was going to take me an endless night just to finish cleaning the house. After cleaning the whole place up, someone knocked on the door, I opened the door to see who was there. To my surprise, she was my neighbor.
Her name was Amelia Crosshart, the first thing I noticed from her was (since I had my detective's mind) she was different from the other townsfolk. About 19-21 years old, cheerful and lovely lady. "Hey there, what's your name, detective?"
First thought was, how did she know my profession?
"Uhh, Stanford, Stanford Barnes. But you can call me Ford."
"Sure, Ford." she exclaimed.
"Wanna come in for some tea?" I said.
"Mm-hm."
She was enjoying her tea. I liked the way she smiled at me. I decided that she was definitely a keeper. My mind jumped the time I saw her. Rushes of oxytocin was alerting me that I liked her a bit.
I mean that was just the first time I met her.
"So, how did you know I was a detective?" I asked."
"You inspected me from head to toe. I knew you're a smart person."
Oh... That's why she knew
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The City of Depression
Mystery / ThrillerStanford Barnes a 25 year old detective living in New Vale is starting to get frisky about the town for the paranormal happenings and mysterious disappearances. He's starting to get concerned for his own safety, so he decided to take matters into hi...
