Mismatched. (Being improved.)

•Chapter Five•

If being barred from playing with your favorite PlayStation game(Fortnite) everyday is bad, I wonder what people would have called my punishment....

I'm not allowed to go more than 500 metres away from my house, no PlayStation or any smartphone (I have to use a Nokia 3310😒) and not asking anyone about family history. Yes, I know, the LAST command is really weird. Not being allowed to know your own families history? What's with that? If they have nothing to hide, why am I banned from asking? I felt really awkward when my grandparents had to take away my Samsung Galaxy S10+ , and they were trying to put the phone off, but all they did was throw my phone around...

With so many mysterious happenings around me, it'd soon be time for me to start investigating.I started in the house, but specifically, the basement first. I got down the stairway, back to the golden door. But, something is different. Very different. The dusty golden door is no longer dusty and cover with muck, it is so clean that you would perhaps think that the door was just newly installed. I suspect that something happened down here. I carefully opened the door, but instead of screeching, it opened like someone had just oiled it. Going inside, almost everything has changed. There is no more big and thick piles of paper. The old dirty telephone is no longer here. The main item I so badly wanted to find out about isn't here:

That mysterious blob of god knows what , that looked like a body in a bag to me.

I looked around the basement, that had been cleaned so well you could see your reflection on the diamond floor( did I mention that the floor was made out of diamonds and the rarest of gems? Well, now I have 😀). I soon decided it's best to leave things down here in the basement the way they were. Working my way up the stairs was a big challenge, as my grandparents were walking about calling my name frantically. They were saying things like, "I hope he hasn't found out" and " he's causing more trouble than his stupid and naive sister".

I managed my way into my room. I looked for a page, and jotted down whatever I could remember when I first went into the basement. Some stuff I did find and found it necessary to write was ;

• Piles of paper.
• Vase that looked like the one that was stolen from SteelWoods University.
• Old wired telephone(yes, every detail is necessary,even if this looks stupid😂).
• Bag that looked like a human was inside it.
• Before really dirty, now it is almost sparkling clean.

As I finished writing, I slipped the page into a library book I'd borrowed from the universitys' library ( The book was called ' Barney: The Lost Tales) , and headed towards the kitchen to get rid of my caffeine deficiency( In simple, make a cup of coffee🍵). As I get fully satisfied, I head on over to the breezy outdoors( or...lets just say MY BACKYARD 😂) . As I took in huge gulps of the fresh air, I looked around and couldn't help but notice someone's shoe had been lying near the garden patch. I approached the torn and worn out shoe , and the first thing that caught my eye was...

... BLOOD STAINS.😱

Shocked, I looked around for a really long period of time, looking to find other clothes, or, at most, a body. By the time I could scratch out the last idea, of it being a body, I was took my sudden surprise. I found the bag that had looked like a human! I was able to identify the features: small head, plump stomach. Hmm, sounds like Mr.Colby to me. Carefully opening the bag, I wriggled it a bit to have an opening, as the bag was vacuumed sealed. It seemed as if it was dehydrated.Annoyed to open it with care, I tore it apart only to realise what a big mistake I've made, and what I've found:

Mr.Colby. DEAD. And DECOMPOSING.
And also his body was dehydrated.

I panicked. I was in shock. What was his body doing by MY grandparents house? Whats going on?

Me, using my medical expertise I learnt from my favorite Life Science educator, examined the body. I looked around the decomposing body. By the neck, I could see marks, it seemed like telephone wires had been used to strangle him. Telephone wires...

...TELEPHONE! The telephone! That was why I couldn't find the telephone! It had been used to strangle Mr.Colby! Checking him more, he had a bullet wound to the skull! Everything is falling into place!

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But where to from here?