Anna R. Lont

The night was dark and cold as Frederick Burgough walked down the dark and stony streets of Pulkock Town. A faraway church steeple announced the dark hour of four o’clock in the morning. As Frederick approached the corner of Muldeick Street he was stopped by the sound of approaching steps. With precise swiftness he hid behind a mailbox. A shadow stopped inches away from him. “Fred?” A shaky voice asked. Frederick slowly showed himself and gave a sigh of relief. “Thank Heaven it’s you Smith.” He said. “Who were you expecting?” The lad asked looking around suspiciously. “I best not tell you. Now quick, on with the message.” Frederick said turning around making sure nobody was around. He turned to Smith and nodded. Slowly the young man pulled a sheet of paper that glowed in the moonlight. Burgough snatched it and read it with a grunt. Taking a match out of his pocket he burnt it and let the ashes fly in the night breeze. “That bad?” Smith asked. “As I said

Müller’s Mystery Part III The wind was howling through the trees as Jack and Lindsey walked through the dark forest. “Do you even know where you’re going?” Lindsey asked. “Of course I do. Remember the Old Lady who lives in the small hut at the end of our property? Well, she is the oldest person around here, I bet we can get out information out of her.” “But how do you even know her?” Lindsey asked. “Well, when our parents died there was a lot of time to explore around here. You were just a baby. I guess I was lonely. Anyway, I once found her hut and she became my friend. I call her Aunt Sally.” “How come you never visit her any more?” “Well, one day Uncle Theodore caught me walking towards her house, and he forbid me to go there again.” “Sneaky.” Lindsey whispered. “Yeah, that’s why I think Aunt Sally might now something about this will business.” After a long and silent trek through the thick shrubbery and noisy leaves, Jack and Lindsey final