So im starting to think of my plot for my mystery story, so thats what im going to be doing...... please comment and leave your thoughts, becaouse i really need your help....
It was a dark, rainy night in the old london town. The only sound that could be heard was the loud cheering and screaming from the corner pub at the end of the street. Mary Anne sat from her window looking out on the soft, blue ocean; The smell of the salty water, and the feel of the sandy beach made Mary Anne feel calm and relaxed. She was almost ready to go to sleep, when she heard a scream in the opposite direction, she ran to the window facing the pub and saw everyone running out screaming, yelling, there was blood everywhere, on the floor, on the roads, and on the old mans body.... "Oh God," Gasped Mary Anne, " Oh dear, what has happened!" Mary Anne was so confused, a moment ago London was calm and the only things that could be heard were the cheerful singing from the pub and the calm ocean, now loud screams of terror and fear spread across the town. Mary Annes sister, woken from the screaming, looked up at her, "What is it Mary Anne?" She asked curiously
"I don't know my dear sister, though from the screming i fear something awful has happened," Mary Anne stood there, trying to comprehend all the images she had seen, the screaming, the blood, the man who lay on the floor not moving. And after another look towards the calm ocean she grabbed her long night coat and her lace slippers and started heading towards the door."Where do you think your going?" Asked Mary Anne's sister, "You can't leave now, what about our dear mother, she will be worried to death wandering where you are." She looked at Mary Anne and Mary Anne could see she was as curious as her to find out what had happened.
"Look, I have to see what happened, mother will know i'm okay, and anyway the pub is only down the street, I should be back in no time." Mary Anne picked up a lantern and started making her way to the door.
"Be safe." her sister murmured and after a final yawn she fell asleep.
Outside, the streets were cold, chimney sweepers swarmed the streets like bees returning from a hard day at work, and the pub was silent. Mary Anne could not take anymore suspense, she wasn't the type of person who waited for the answer to be brought to them, and so she took a few more steps towards the pub. She was getting closer, and closer, and closer; Then without warning someone grabbed her, She shrieked and her hands were trembling. Finally when the grip loosened she was able to get a look of her kidnapper. He was quite short and didn't have much hair. He had dirt smothered across his face and blood all over his arms and legs. Blood, all of a sudden Mary Anne was filled with fear, did this man have anything to do with the pub incident? Was he a victim, or was he the... Her train of thought was lost when the man spoke "Young darling, what brings you to the old streets of London town tonight?" He looked curiously at her clothes and her lamp
"I...I.... Um.. well." She was so terrified that no words seemed to be coming out of her mouth
"Oh calm down, geez, children these days, It's not like i'm going to kill you, or am i?" And he let out a big chuckle. " don't hurt me, i didn't do anything wrong, i just heard screaming and yelling, I came to see what was the matter." Mary Anne said innocently. As soon as she mentioned the screaming the man pulled a face, it wasn't a happy face, nor a sad face. It was a face with mixed emotions, anger, guilt, sad, sympathy and terror. "Oh so you heard the screaming, if I were you I would go home, I would go home now, its too dangerous, I am warning you know, go home, stay home and don't come back till it is all clear, she is dangerous, too dangerous." He looked down at his arm that was still bleeding, and without another word he walked off. Who was this 'she' that was so dangerous, what had happened to his arm, and the most important question, was it safe. She had already gotten this far, there was no turning back. And so once again she slowly moved towards the pub. About 10 meters before the pub there on the floor lay the dead body, an old man with white hair and glasses lay dead, blood covering him from head to toe. Why hadn't anybody helped? Why had everybody left? Mary Anne gently stroked his silky hair and a tear drop slid down her eye. This wasn't any old man, this was Mr Peterson, who had helped Mary Anne with her homework after school when her mother had to work and he was also at everyone of Mary Anne's award ceremonies, whether she received an award or not. She had to get to the bottom of this, whoever had killed Mr Peterson must be very angry, because nobody in their right mind would hurt Mr Peterson, because he was one of the nicest men in town.It was time to get to the bottom of this, she walked into the pub, not knowing what to expect. Was there going to be some woman with wacky red hair or a nice pretty woman with a gun. She walked in slowly. "Oh my god!" She gasped at the sight of her mother standing there with a gun in her hand.
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