Murder In the Hasting House

Ms.Mary

Mary Andrews died at 3:30 pm caused by 10 stab wounds to her heart, neck, face, and legs. Mary was a small woman about 5'1 she had veiny legs but I couldn't tell if that was caused by her death, she seems like that kind of person who collects ash trays, heavy smoker. She was covered in the smell of tobacco.

I've read a lot of Nancy Drew which caused my interest in this case, especially since the victim was lying down on the floor in the dirty maid courters which was behind a secret door, the room was covered in ashes, for a maid she didn't clean well. Once the seen of the crime was cleared the officers came and asked for everyone in the neighbors statements and alibis. Me and moms alibi was that we were on the road driving here from Georgia, we didn't arrive in Louisiana until 5:00 pm. So the crime was committed an hour and 30 minutes later. Our butler Steve Jock, was upstairs talking to my mother while I found the scene of the crime.
Later that night I couldn't sleep, my brain overactive I tossed and turned over and over again. The bed felt like nails only because I was in such a shock about what happened to our poor innocent maid. Later In the morning, I tip toed down the stairs armed of course, with a deadly Nerf gun. I got down stairs and shot the person I hated, my enemy. Steven our butler of course, yes our Nerf battles get dead serious. After I shot Steven in his head, I ran towards the kitchen not turning back, sat with my coffee and scrambled eggs and ham and ate in delight.

"I could get used to this Steven" I exclaimed. "I'm sure you could Ms.Hastings" he replied. After I gobbled up my favorite breakfast I hopped to the bathroom, brushed my teeth with warm water and mint flavored tooth paste and looked in the mirror. "Looking good today Lizzie, For a 16 year old your quite the charmer."

A thought processed in my head me winning Miss America "Lizzie Hastings from Louisiana." I snapped out of my dream after my mom said fuming "Lizzie Hastings from Louisiana its time to meet your neighbors."

The police told my mom later on the person who killed Ms. Mary killed her too unlikely to tell if the killer was left or right handed. I told Steven this because I wanted him to hear my opinions. Steven is bald, quite old and smells like old salmon, but he is a great butler and friend.