Anna R. Lont

Müller’s Mystery Part II The night was dark and cold as the wind rustled outside the windows. Jack had a feeling this was a bad idea. How did Lindsey ever succeed in making him do this kind of stuff? Her plan was to sneak the will out of the parlor and compare the writing with Great Grandfather’s writing. Then she would be able to prove that someone had swapped the will. Jack had been waiting in the dark hallway for hours it seemed. Grandfather was still in the parlor. He could hear him pace around the carpet. It was pointless. Jack was tired. If he stood there another minute he would fall asleep and get caught in the morning. Feeling miserable he was about to turn away when heard steps behind him. He froze in place. The steps where heading down into the basement. Quickly he followed soundlessly. A door squeaked ever so softly. As Jack reached the head of the stairway he saw a shadow creeping along the steps. Suddenly the shadow pulled out a Key and opened the door to Gran

Müller’s Mystery Part I It all started three weeks before Pavo Day... Leaves were scattered all along Maple Tree Lane. The wind smelled like burnt firewood. Clouds were building up on the dark horizon. A slow and steady step echoed down the halls of Mason Manor. A Shadow creeped along the walls. Slowly making its way towards the basement the Shadow creeped slowly and cautiously. With a bolt towards the door the shadow entered the dark basement, and with lightning speed it made its way out unnoticed by humanity with a large black rustling bag. The Shadow was unaware of two dancing and twinkling eyes spying through a half-closed door. Inside the parlor of Mason Manor sat Mr. Müller slowly rocking back and forth in his rocking chair. A long white shawl served as a blanket as he slowly read the paper he was holding. Impatiently he rubbed his forehead and adjusted his silver spectacles. There was no doubt about it. Great Mr. Müller (Mr. Müller’s father) had made this his