Murder Blueprint - Chapter 2A Story by Jennifer MoggA murder mystery. Samantha the main character is assigned to write a report on her sisters car accident. However she learns that the shocking truth isn't always easy to handle and when an accident turns into a murder who will she turn to?
An hour later she was at the exact spot of her sisters death. Standing on the side of highway 607, overlooking the lake. Chills ran down her spine along with the feeling of cold hands gripping her, forcing her to stay, when all she desperately wanted to do was turn around and drive as far from this horrid place as she could, leave this all behind. Suddenly out of the corner of her teary eyes she saw an elderly man staring at her. Behind him stood a rickety old house overlooking the lake, cobwebs hanging from the overhang on the roof the ancient cabin appeared as though it could crumble to the ground at any moment. Hunched over a rusty coffee table on his deck he stared at Sam, boring a hole straight through her, willing her unable to move, or think.
Mustering up enough will power she slowly walked towards him, a thousand questions racing through her mind at one. Seeing this the man abruptly spun around and shuffled through the door to his house and slammed it shut, but not without glancing one last time at Sam, this time she noticed the sullen grey look in his eyes, showing all the pain in the world. Gathering her breath Sam made a fist and began to knock “Sir!” “excuse me sir!, may I talk to you?” Sam hollered from outside the aged wooden door. With no response Sam hopelessly turned paced back to her car and drove away. On her way back to the office she thought about what she was going to do, desperately she wanted to talk to the old man, but how? She planned to ask Mr. Devon about him, he had lived here all his life and knew just about everyone, she had hoped he would be able to tell her who this man was. The drive back to work felt like an eternity, and the long walk through the narrow corridor leading to her office felt even longer. Thoughts buzzed through her head like a winter blizzard, unable to be controlled and making it nearly impossible to get anything done. Finally arriving in front of Mr. Devon questions poured out of her mouth beyond her control. “Who’s the old man that lives by the lake?” “why was he staring at me?” “does he know about my sisters death?!” all of her questions slurred together to form a jumbled mess. At that moment she suddenly became very aware of her shaking hands and wobbling knees. Mr. Devon stared at her in bewilderment “why don’t you sit down and start over” he said softly, motioning towards a chair across from his desk. Sam cautiously took a seat, and began to explain her story. She told how the man had watched her, then run back into his house, gave every detail she remembered and carefully explained the remote location of his house. Mr. Devon peered at her with a mysterious glow in his eyes, that she couldn’t quite figure the meaning of. I’m sorry Samantha, Mr. Devon replied, appearing to be deep in thought, “I don’t know who your talking about.” “But you know everyone who lives here! He looks about the age of your father, maybe he knows him? Or you knew him when you were younger” Sam pushed “No Sam. I don’t, I’m sorry that’ll be enough now.” He firmly replied, and with that he briskly walked over to the door and rushed her out. © 2009 Jennifer MoggAuthor's Note
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