Tales of mystery and crime

Tales of Mystery

and Crime

2017 Anthology Bosque del Plata Publishing

Bosque del Plata Publishing 2017 All rights reserved. © Illustrated by Manuel Alonso, Francisco Chielli and Tobías Salas Compilated by D. Bruschetti and D. D’Angelo Edited by D. D’Angelo

CONTENTS 1. Nightmare – by B. Alconada 2. Isolated for ever – by I. Silicaro 3. Looking back – by J.P. Assirio 4. The ugly man – by J.I. Alconada Caino 5. The job for the son – by A. Baioni 6. Zombie city – by M. Auriemma 7. Broken hearts – by F. Chielli 8. The shape – by M. Alonso 9. Revenges fall from the top – by I. Di Marco 10. The haunted house – by M. Gonzalez Torres 11. Rover way – by V. Fredriks 12. Musical murder – by P. Gonzalez Labernia 13. Marty, the wolf – by F. Basso 14. Rest in peace – by F. Liaudat 15. Unknown – by F. Maceroni 16. A family crime – by M. Massucco 17. Home, the lucky – by V. Fariña 18. The neighbour‟s robbery – by L. Mattica 19. Mysterious creature – by M. Carreño 20. The illegal car race – by M. Messera 21. The pink wall – by Valentino Michelli 22. Murder on a third floor in Manhattan – by M. Moccero 23. A passionate murder – by S. Pérez de la Cruz 24. Pablo the thief – by G. Nikiel 25. The revenge – by F. Ricciardi 26. Robbery at the Louvre – I. Rimada 27. The crime in the tub – by T. Salas 28. The crazy brothers – by M. Tosi 29. Blue veins – by F. Vai 30. Before Frankenstein – by N. Serrano 31. The mysterious Kobe – by B. García 32. The death of Marta – by F. Monterrubianessi 33. Death appeared – by V. García Arrieta 34. The doll – by J. Gavernet 35. Murder of blond women – by S. Pucacco 36. The evil ritual trick – by S. Guidel 37. The crying son – by J. Ricciardi 38. The haunted castle – by A. Von Kluges 29. Ryan‟s magic house – by A. Zarrilli 30. Molly – by T. Pacchialat 31. The robbery – by P. Adiecchi 32. The invisible girl – by J. P. Maffei 33. The mysterious doll – by I. Barrios 34. The brotherhood – by M. Pérez de la Cruz

Nightmare

By Bautista Alconada It was a horrible day, I opened my eyes thinking I was in my bed but I was at school. I looked at Gero and he was sleeping. I turned to see if Santiago was also sleeping and he was. I stood up and what I saw still horrifies me. There was blood on the floor and… I went to where Lucho´s body was and observed him. He was stabbed in the back. The same with Di Marco and Tosi. I looked at the rest of my classmates, they were all sleeping. There was something missing or wait, there was someone missing.

Where was my teacher Mr. D‟Angelo? I walked to the bin to throw some papers and surprised myself when I three knives full of blood and a pair of gloves.

I started to think what had happened. We were celebrating Facu Liaudat‟s birthday and eating cake.

Mariano had argued with Tosi and Di Marco while Santiago had hit Lucho. I started to look at where Santiago was sleeping. There were some pills. I grabbed one thinking it was a menthoplus. I ate it and fell asleep again.

This time, when I opened my eyes an hour later I had been sleeping on the floor. There were more people in the classroom this time. I saw 4 policemen and some teachers. Most of the chairs were empty. The only ones who were sleeping were the two Valentino‟s and Agustin. And also I could see the three dead people.

I walked outside the classroom. I saw my friends, most of them were shocked. A policewoman started to ask me some questions: “What‟s your name?” she said softly.

“My name is Bautista Alconada”, I said.

“Do you have something to tell us?”

“No, I don‟t”, I lied thinking about Santiago‟s pills.

I walked towards where my friends were. I needed to know who had killed the three people. I asked Santiago about the sleeping pills on his desk. He told me that they weren‟t his. Two hours later a policeman came tell us that they had solved the crime. They told us that D‟Angelo had murdered the three students. He had given us some kind of drug that made us sleep.

Then, he tried to escape but he fell asleep in the park (probably he took one by accident). Suddenly, Juan Pablo started to scream. A few moments later he stopped and started to talk: “I‟m sorry Sir, but D‟Angelo was not the murderer. Facundo Liaudat is the real murderer. I‟ll explain it.

We all fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw the dead bodies and some pills on Santiago‟s desk. Then I saw Bautista take one and fall asleep again. So someone had given to us sleeping pills.

But how? Santiago had been sleeping since he came to school today. The only thing that we had all eaten was Facundo‟s cake. So one possible murderer was Facu. After that, I thought of the reason the murderer could have. I remembered the discussion of Mariano but no, he couldn‟t be. Then, it just dawned on me. The three boys had bullied Facu tor years. This was his revenge. The cake had the sleeping pills dissolved in it. We all ate it except for him. We fell asleep, he murdered the boys and then he ate a piece of cake and fell asleep. We all know what happened later”.

“There‟s something missing. What happened with D‟Angelo?” asked a policeman.

“He had gone to the park to see if there was a football pitch free so we could play for the first time in the year with him. He had eaten cake so he fell asleep there”, said Juan Pablo.

The policeman arrested Facundo and told us that we were going to have to declare later on.

“This is all I can tell you. My declaration ends here. Can I go to my home Mr. Judge? I‟m really tired Sir”, I said.

Isolated for ever

by Isidro Silicaro One night in the big cottage, Richard and Axl Sunflower were going to sleep when they heard a noise.

Axl went outside to check, Richard waited but he never came back. He was alone but then a scream interrupted his thinking. Axl was screaming.

Richard looked through the window but only saw his friend's corpse lying on the ground, covered by snow. This wasn't good for Richard's heart, because he had heart problems.

He heard knocks from outside and started to freak out. He decided to open the door and see the murderer for himself. He opened it and saw Axl screaming : SURPRISE! Richard fell to the ground and started to have a heart attack, they were very far away from a hospital.

He couldn't make it...

Looking back

by Juan Pablo Assirio This story starts at a gun shop. It was December 23, 2016 when the commissioner´s phone rang. It was the wife of the victim. She said that her husband had been killed and the murderer had not left any clue. This was a crime for Thomas Drake.

When he had come there were already cops. He went into the gun shop and looked at the room. He saw many pieces of glass on the floor. Then, he saw the victim and next to him was his wife crying.

Tom first had to check everything and then he could make some of his deduction.

First, he looked around the room and he saw that there were cameras, so he decided to watch the recording. When he was watching the recordings, he saw that the murderer first killed the victim (who, by the way, was called Richard Parker) and then took some weapons.

The strange thing was that the weapons that he had taken were worse than the one the murderer had. This was very strange. He stopped watching the recordings and went to where the murderer had shot. The murderer was very good with the gun because from where he had shot, it was a very difficult angle and had not left fingerprints.

But then Tom saw something that was under a cupboard… there were the guns that the murderer had stolen! But… Why had he left them here? They took them slowly and without touching them match because they probably had fingerprints.

Afternoon, the fingerprints could be recognized. The fingerprints were from Francis Holand. Francis Holand was an ex-employee of a company that works with guns. One day, Richard, by accident, shot and he killed the wife Francis. He was so sad and he disappeared.

In that moment, Tom already had the crime solved. So Tom started to tell the crime. Is obviously that the murderer was Francis. He wanted to revenge his wife, so he killed him. The only thing is that Francis stole the guns to make the detectives thing that he was a robber. So the murderer was Francis Holand.

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The ugly man

by Juan Ignacio Alconada Caino In a kingdom there was a King that killed all the people that were ugly. He killed lots of people but there was a man that survived, his name was Kevin. He lived in a cave under a tomb of the graveyard (of the kingdom).He had to get out in search of food but there were people hired to kill him.

He killed the guards and took food from the trees. One day he went to the castle and tried to kill the King but the guards saw him and ran after him. He escaped of the guards but he had to live in his cave the rest of his life.

The job for the son

by Agustín Baioni I was in Rome when i got a letter from my good old friend from England, Paul Thompson. When I read the letter it said this: “Andrea, my friend, I need you like in the good times. I will go to Rome to report you what happened, but I will give you a clue… death” As I read this, immediately I knew that there was a crime and it was here in Rome.

Paul arrived in Rome the next day and after that we went to the crime scene in the house of the victim and it was a disaster. There was blood everywhere and the corpse had the bowels out and the knife was stabbed in the neck. When I watched this, my friend from England said: “It is horrible, but obviously, there is a reason to attack like that” “Do we have evidence or information?” I asked “Yes, we have”, Paul replied and showed me first a bag of many money half empty, so we knew that he attacked for money, a necklace with two letters “J” and “T”.

Then , the information that we have was that the victim was Chris Brown, important businessman who was connected to the Italian mob, so probably it was a revenge. Finally, Paul told me that the suspects were Luigi Maceroni and John Taylor, but the most probable killer was John because of the capitals letters but Luigi. M was an option.

After that day (two days later) Paul told me that we had to go to England because there was a murder that was connected with the last one.

Now the victim was Thomas Burrows, another important businessman that also was connected to the Italian mob. In the crime scene was the corpse with all the bowels out and the knife stabbed in his neck, like the Brown`s murder.

This time the money was all taken, but there was a message. That message said: “IT WAS NOT ME, REALLY.” The message shocked me. But then I asked Thompson: “Is there anything else in here?” I asked.

“Yes a photo of a kid”, he answered. “We believe that was Burrows` son. He died last month.”

“No, it isn`t him, I recognize him. I saw him once”, I said again.

When I left the crime scene, first I searched why the murderer had killed them. It was easy to deduce that; they owed money to the Gangsters. But then the most difficult part: find the murderer.

The first thing was to find all the kids that died or disappeared in the last month and find the kid in the photo. There were many children but finally I found him. His name was Isaiah Turner. He had disappeared on 12th June. His mother, Lucy, was dead. His father was James Turner. He was 40 years old. When I saw his name immediately I remembered the necklace with the initials “J” and “T”.

So because of that, I called Paul and told him to go to James Turner` s house. When we entered, he was kind and offered us a drink. He was playing with his son.

“Oh, no, thanks. But we are here for another thing,” I said.

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“What is it?” he asked frightened “It is about your son”, Paul replied So we were talking with him when suddenly I asked if he knew about Burrows` and Brown`s murder.

He said that he didn`t knew who were them. We exchange looks with Paul, so I showed him the child`s photo and the necklace with the to letters. This time Turner denied all of that and didn`t knew why the photo was in the crime scene and the necklace wasn`t his.

Finally, I asked him to write the message that we found previously: “IT WAS NOT ME, REALLY.” He accepted but while he was writing, he started to cry and I told him: “James, admit it. Nothing will happen. We will not harm you”.

“Ok… I will tell you everything”, he said crying.

“One day I was at my job when I had a phone call. It was from an Italian man that said that I had to go to my house and grab some instructions that were at my door and I needed to do what it said; if not, they were going to kill my son.

The instructions said to kill both men (Burrows and Brown) and take their money. I didn`t knew why I had to kill them, but I needed it because of my son. When I killed the first guy I left my necklace as a sign to find after those kills. I didn`t take all the money because there was no time. The money was another instruction. I had to rob them. When I killed the second man, I did the same but this time I left a message and the photo of my kid” “But why didn`t it say it was you, if you want to make yourself discovered”, said Paul interrupting him.

“Because there were men of the mob with me and I had to disguise it”. He answered calmly.

“Anyway, when I delivered the money with the two men, they gave me my son back, and that`s it” said Turner finishing his “story”.

“I want to ask you this, Why did you cry and say that you hadn‟t killed them, if you want to be discovered? Thompson asked confused “Because I don‟t want go to prison. I did it because of my child”, answered Mr. Turner softly.

“Don`t worry you will not go to prison, I promise you”, I told him.

“Oh, really!!! Thank you very much detective”, he said with joy.

Finally, a week later after this, the two men of the mob and many other people that were vinculated with the two murders, went to jail.

When the trial of those people was over, Paul asked me: “Why the money?

“Easy, they wanted the thing that they owed to them” And he, smiling, understood everything.

Zombie City

by Martiniano Auriemma Mike was living in England with his family in London, he was a policeman. His boss called him because in Manhattan there weren‟t policemen. This was because of a kind of vampire or zombie epidemy. No one knew exactly what it is, so his flight was at 6 am of tomorrow.

When he was at New York the view wasn‟t kind it was a city desolated something like a dessert. So he investigated the city and he saw a mansion that also was desolated. He was scared when he went to the basement, everything was covered of corpses. And when he turned around he died.

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Broken hearts

By Francisco Chielli After the phone rang, he took his black raincoat and left the apartment. While he was getting into a taxi he read a paper and he said an address. When he arrived, an elegant woman, dressed in black was waiting for him. ´Good morning, Ms Alice, I am Martin White´, said the detective. ´Good morning, Mr. White‟, said Alice, „please, follow me.´ Both went inside.

The big, elegant house shows power, richness. They went to a living room and waited. Few minutes later they entered at the room a young woman, approximately 25 years old, accompanied by a middle age man maybe he was 50 years old. ´Mr. White, let me introduce my daughter, Hannah Mays and my husband George Lincoln, ´said Alice. ´Hello,´ said White.

The silence invaded the room until the elegant woman, dressed in black started to talk. ´My daughter, Margot Mays, was murdered yesterday at 8:15 am in a coffee shop; she had left for breakfast. We don´t know how or why, but we want to know the responsible of this crime and we are going to make him pay for what he did´, a tear fell on Alice‟s face. ´I am sorry for your loss. I hope to find the culprit´, said White. ´Ok, can I look at the house? Only to know more about this place. ´Yes, of course, ´ said Alice. ´Here we have the kitchen.´ ´What is this smell? ´ ´My daughter Hannah is cooking a ´´Hamburger pudding.´´ ´Of course! The famous pudding with a delicious flavor and crunch nuts.´ ´Yes, but without nuts, Margot was allergic to them, that was the reason for her death according to the autopsy.´ ´Oh, that is interesting, ´ thought the detective. ´Up the stairs we have my bedroom and the bedrooms of my daughters.´ First we entered to Alice´s room, was normal nothing strange, then we entered to Margot‟s bedroom.

The bed was okay; there was a beauty bedroom; in the desk we found a photo album and we saw it. ´Who is this boy next to Margot? ´ ´He is ex-boyfriend of Margot, John Ranson but they finished their relationship.´ ´The picture is from several years ago.´ ´And, who is this girl? ´ ´She was a friend of Margot, Claire Johnson, they fought and stopped being friends because Margot spent more time with John.´ We closed the photo album and we followed looking, until I saw a photo on the desk. ´Who is this boy between Hannah and Margot? ´ ´He was the boyfriend of Hannah, James Smart, but shortly before Margot died they finished their relationship.´ ´Well, I think that is enough for today Ms Alice. ´ ´Okay, and what are you going to do now? ´ asked Alice. ´I need to be alone to think, oh! I almost forget it; can you give me the address of the coffee shop where Margot was murdered? ´ ´Yes, the address is: 27 Monmouth St, London.´ ´Thank you for the information. I just call for taxi, tomorrow you will receive a call from me. Bye Ms Alice.´

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Minutes later, White said to the driver the address of the coffee shop where the murder was committed. The first thing that White did was check the register of purchase when he found the name Margot Mays he looked for what she ordered. In the register was written: one coffee, two pieces of pudding. After reading this White looked for the manager of the shop and asked if the pudding had nuts and the manager answered that the pudding didn´t contain nuts. ´Thank you´, answered the detective.

White called the taxi, for to take him to his house. After White arrived at his house, he put some paper and the information of this new case on the desk and he went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

He entered to his office, turned on the lamp; he sat on his chair and started to analyze the situation, the possibilities, the clues that he needed to solve the crime and found the culprit.

After some hours later, the detective took a board and a marking pen and started to draw a diagram with the information and the suspects.

First suspect: John Ranson, maybe he wanted revenge on Margot because Margot left him, also he came to the city the day of crime according to the arrivals registered.

Second suspect: Claire Johnson, a fight between friends because of love, maybe it can be a reason for revenge.

He stopped writing. He started to think about what happened with that boy, James Smart the exboyfriend of Hannah; the fact that Hannah and James finished their relationship shortly before Margot died was strange.

In the case of a supposition, maybe, while Hannah and James were dating, James cheated on Hannah with Margot then, probably, Hannah discovered this and finished his relationship with James and finally she killed her sister for betrayal love.

Later, White thought that if the pudding didn´t contain nuts, and Margot´s autopsy says that the cause of death was the nuts, the killer had to be someone that knew about Margot´s allergy and also the killer had to put somehow nuts in Margot´s breakfast. These conditions discarded John and Claire so the last person remaining and matching the clues was Hannah Mays. ´Well, if my conclusion is okay I need evidence to prove that Hannah is guilty. It´s going to be difficult that Alice believe me if I not have good evidence.´ thought the detective.

After calling a taxi, Martin White went to the coffee shop for evidence. He thought of revising the video of the security camera; later on White saw in the video perfectly clear how Hannah put a kind of nut extract on Margot´s breakfast. ´Yes! I have a very good evidence to prove that Hannah Mays is guilty! ´exclaimed the detective.

The next day Martin White led Alice to date in a coffee to talk about the case. Immediately Alice went with the detective after receiving a call from him. ´Good Morning Ms Alice, how are you? ´ asked White. ´Fine, do you have information about the murderer? ´ answered Alice. ´Yes, but first I want the money we agreed´. ´Here you have, that‟s all´ said Alice while she handed the envelope to White. ´Thank you, I solved the crime and the culprit is your daughter Hannah Mays´ ´Sorry. Sometimes people do anything for love. The love is stronger than we think. ´ ´What are you saying?! Are you crazy? ´You, Alice, are freedom to accept the truth or not but here you have all my information and a video camera security of the coffee shop where Margot was murdered that proves that Hannah is guilty.´ ´Bye´.

The detective, Martin White went away with his black raincoat and little by little disappeared among the people.

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The shape

by Manuel Alonso Yesterday, I went to the park and I played with my best friends. Suddenly I realized that one of my friends was lost. We looked for him but we can't find him, so we decided to go away and tell to our parents.

They came to the park and found the body .From that day on, I could never sleep well. One night, I woke up and I saw my parents dead and a shape standing in front of me. I covered with the blanket.

The next day I wake up and I saw in the wall:"I KNOW THAT YOU ARE AWAKE". I was very scared so I buried my parents under my bed so I wouldnâ€&#x;t be scared anymore.

Revenges fall from the top

by Ignacio Di Marco

Like always in the morning, Greg Hillmore prepared a coffee with milk and two toasts with butter and jam, and got ready for work. He got dressed with a long brown coat, put on his pair of black shoes, fed his cat and went to the crime scene.

On his way to Greenhouse he started thinking about that phone call from the police station. He could already imagine how the crime scene was with a few descriptions the police gave him about it. He was a tough person, so he was used to having crimes like that. But this one was different.

When he arrived to the crime scene in the Greenhouse residence he met the commissioner Noodles.

The commissioner took Greg to the place where the corpse was found. From the wood balcony they could see the corpse of the victim down the mountain, near the river. The victim was Shawn Buckle, a middle aged man how lived near Greenhouse. The researchers confirmed that the corpse had a lot of broken bones, so they concluded the victim had been pushed into the precipice.

After some searches of the place, they found an axe that seemed very new and it was not overused. It had also a label that showed the product and the prize. This meant that the murderer bought that axe in a shop near Greenhouse, on his way to there.

The crime scene had not any sign of blood. There was only the broken door of the house, which Greg concluded that the murderer could probably break it with the axe. The handrail of the balcony where Shawn fell was also broken. But in this case the murderer did not break it with the axe. Greg deduced that in the moment the murderer pushed Shawn into the precipice, the handrail broke by the force with he pushed him.

Based on these clues, Greg came to some conclusions: the killer did not plane this murder. He only bought an axe, search for a remote place and, in approximately two hours he was ready. Judging by all the tourists that visit the place, the murderer did not know that Greenhouse was a tourist place. This means that he probably lived in a place cut off from society, like in another country or in prison. And, finally, the killer is not a professional murderer, because a professional murderer would know how to hide a corpse, so the police do not see it. In this case the corpse could clearly be seen from any side of the mountain.

After telling all this information to the police, Greg went home, had dinner and went to sleep.

The next day, in the morning, Greg got a phone call from the commissioner, telling him they found some suspects and witnesses that could help the investigation. So he put his brown coat, got a cab and went to the police station.

When the detective arrived at the station he saw the three suspects. There was a couple of a man called Jeff Connor and a woman called Mary Shelly. They were tourists, and they witnessed the murder. The other suspect was Fred Vander, a man that traveled to California the day this crime happened, and came back to be interrogated.

The couple was nervous, but after the commissioner started asking them questions they began to talk: 9

“It was at night.” said Jeff, starting to tell their alibi “Mary, my wife, and me are tourists that came from United Kingdom. When we notified about Greenhouse we got very excited of going to that place. We prepared everything in order to watch the starts over the mountains next to Greenhouse. We thought that the place would be full of people, but we were wrong. We were just us, so it was quiet, until a man entered to the house. He started shouting and arguing with another person. And, after five minutes someone fell from the balcony. We started running far away from there, until we finally arrived home.”

The commissioner showed the couple a picture of the victim, and they recognized as the person who entered the house that night. With this information Greg set out this situation: Shawn arrived Greenhouse, the place where the murderer was waiting him. They started to fight, until the killer take advantage of the situation and pushed Shawn into the precipice.

The other suspect was Fred Vander. He was an ex-friend of Shawn. He was a suspect because the police found a fallen note, near Greenhouse, from Fred to Shawn that talks about the relation between them was going to end, that Shawn kept some big secrets and that they would take different ways apart from each other. Fred said that that was the main reason why he moved to California, but the police did not believe him, so he told his alibi from the night of the murderer: “I was walking to Shawn‟s house to give him the note” he started talking “when I saw him getting out of his house. He was desperate and sweating. I did not know what to do, so I started following him. I wondered where he was going. I was very stealthy and quiet, always hiding me from him every time he turned back his look.”

“I have been following him for thirty minutes, but nothing happened, until he arrived at Greenhouse. I saw him entering the house. I was confused. I was going to stop him and start a conversation, until I came to senses. I remembered all the bad things he did to me, all the secrets he kept me for five years, and I get to the conclusion he was unworthy. So I crumpled the note and threw it away. I returned home, sadly, prepared my suitcase and went to the airplane, on the way to California.”

“Did Shawn have an enemy?” asked Greg.

“Roger Peterson!” answered Fred “I have never saw him, but I can tell you that Shawn and he were archenemies. I do not know why, but Roger was sent to prison five years ago, near the day that Shawn started keeping me secrets.”

Greg was speechless. He was thinking about all the theories that he could reach from all the clues he had. But he only got one simple doubt: Why did Shawn go to Greenhouse at those hours of the night?

And after setting out this doubt to the commissioner he immediately ordered a search of Shawn‟s house, in order to find the element that made Shawn went to Greenhouse.

Later on that day, the researchers found a note under an armchair on the living room. The note says:

“I know what you did. I know you feel guilty for a crime you did, in which the police blame other person. I know the pain you felt for that poor girl, the heavy burden you have carried for this five years.

I can help you. I can free you from this sins that torment you. Just come to the residence called Greenhouse, over the top of the mountain. I will be waiting here for you.”

So, at this stage of the investigation Greg could reach these conclusions: Shawn, five years ago committed a serious crime that include the dead or hurt of a girl, in which an innocent person had gone to prison instead of him. Shawn kept this as a secret for five years. He did not tell anybody of this, neither Fred. According to the law, the punishment of hurting a person is between six and four years.

So, in the last five years the innocent person was in prison. That is why he did not plan the murder and why he did not know that Greenhouse was a tourist place. When the police freed him, he took revenge.

And that is why he knows what happened with Shawn.

Greg started thinking that, if the culprit went to prison, there must be a register about the trial that the police did to him. And, in the moment that Greg told this to the commissioner they went to the police station, looking for a register from five years ago. There were many registers for that year, so they gave up. They were so tired that they lay down on the floor, and, when Greg did this, a paper from his 10

notepad fell off from the pocket of his coat. The paper had some notes he made from the investigation. He took a look to it quickly, but there was a point that attracted his attention: the name of the enemy of Shawn: Roger Peterson.

In that moment, Greg showed this name to the commissioner. He searched for that name and, in less than a second they had the register of the trial they made for Roger. It tells that, supposedly, Roger set on fire his house with a firework, and left his little sister, Melissa Peterson paralytic. He was sentenced to five years in prison. It also tells that he pleaded innocent all the trial, but no one believed him.

“So, here we got him” said Greg happily.

That night, the commissioner planned going to Melissa‟s house to interrogate her about his brother.

He searched for the address of her house, called Greg and went there.

It was going to rain, so they did it very fast. The taxi arrived the house, they ringed the bell and, when a big, old man opened the door, they got shocked. He was Roger Peterson itself. They recognized him from the photo from the register. So they leaped on him, throwing him to the ground. And, in no more than five minutes he was handcuffed. The police arrested him.

“Well,” said Greg “I think my job here is over”. He got a cab, arrived home and fed his cat.

The haunted house

by Mauro Gonzalez Torres Henderson was a family of Germany, Jack H and Mary H had a child called Bob , when he grew up he started to do satanic rituals and this started to brought problems to the house .

People said that one night in the house Bob was making a Ritual and because of that his mum started to listen to some noises in the kitchen, she went to the kitchen and his son was doing something strange.

And everyone says that she died in the kitchen and if you enter to the house you would see the ghost of Mary Henderson.

Rover way

by Valentino Fredriks Chapter I He was dead on the pavement. The people were shouting “HELP!” The police was there in a few minutes. They entered the empty flat, the people that lived there were outside staring at the corpse; it was a big luxurious flat.

The door of the corpse‟s room was locked but the cops forced it. When they were inside, they did not see anything unusual except for the broken glass and pieces of it that were on the floor. The room was tidy and full of colours. They immediately knew the corpse was an important and known man because of the expensive objects he had. A big window was open facing the street where the corpse was found.

They were almost leaving when the police inspector saw a letter on a desk. It had a message in hand writing: “I don‟t want to live anymore. I hate myself and my life. I will find my sister in the place that I go”. Near the letter there were a bottle of wine and pills.

The police identified the corpse. He was Antonio Marquez. An Argentinian man that came to live to Cardiff at the age of 30. He had a factory. He had no family except for her sister that had died in a car accident a few months before.

Chapter II Stephen O‟Pril was in his office reading the news and frowning his brow, when an article caught his attention:

New Wales, February 11th, 1889.

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THE “RICOH” BOSS COMPANY DIES Today the police haves found Antonio Marquez‟s body. He was known for being the “Ricoh” boss. The body has been found on the pavement of the “Rover Way” street. He jumped through the flat‟s window. He also left a letter saying he was going to commit suicide.

“Antonio Marquez”, he whispered, “I know that name”, he paused for a second, “but, from where?”

Suddenly, he started to remember. He knew that man from “Beers bar”. He had invited Antonio some whiskies because he seemed to be worried: “Why are you worried?” said Stephen staring at him.

“How do you know that?” said Antonio surprised.

“You have been clinking the ice of your drink since I gave you a whisky”, said Stephen.

“Oh, I have some job troubles”, said Antonio lifting with his right hand the whisky to his mouth. “But it doesn‟t matter, let‟s talk about you. What‟s your job?

“I‟m a detective, you know. I solve crimes, conflicts”, O‟Pril said while he was paying the drinks.

“Sorry I have to go. I really enjoyed meeting you, see you”, he added.

The sun was falling down when O‟Pril was in Antonio Marquez‟s flat seeing the clues. When he entered, he noticed clearly that the door had been forced twice. The second time by the cops. They had taken out the door. But the first time the door had been forced in an odd way. The clench was modified; it seemed that someone had opened it with tweezers. The police did not touch the clench so someone else had.

He stopped on the letter; something was wrong. It was obvious for him. The letter had been written by a left-handed. O‟Pril knew it looking at the word that the man or woman that wrote that was not Antonio Marquez. He was right, he remembered the moment when Marquez drank his whisky with his right hand. He couldn‟t have written the letter. The detective had read books of shorthand to know that.

He saw the pills and a bottle of wine. He realized they were red herrings that the murderer had left to make the case seem to be suicide; that the victim was alcoholic and junkie.

O‟Pril believed that when the murdered entered, Antonio woke up and tried to kill the stranger. He took the only thing he had near: the glass. He broke it to defend himself from the intruder, because the broken glass can be used as a weapon because of its sharp edge.

In spite of this, the intruder hit him strongly to leave him unconscious with some weapon. After that, he threw the body through the window to make it seem as a suicide. The body had hits, bruises and hemorrhages so the police could not identify the hit that had left the body unconscious. Moreover, they didn‟t know that somebody had hit Antonio.

At last, O‟Pril deduced murderer had left the room with Antonio‟s key; he closed the room and left the flat with the key. O‟Pril knew this because the police and he did not find the house‟s key and the door was locked when the police found the body.

With these discoveries and investigations, O‟Pril only had to know who had killed Antonio Marquez. He didn‟t tell the police his discoveries yet. First, he wanted to have all the things in order to have the truth.

But, there was something Stephen didn‟t know, how the murderer had entered and left the flat and no one had seen him. The only possibility was that the concierge was an accomplice because in the apartment it was registered that no one visited Antonio‟s room the day of the crime.

O‟Pril went to talk to the concierge: “I know you know who killed Antonio Marquez”, said him going to the point.

“I don‟t know what you‟re talking about”, said Thomas, the concierge, scared.

“Don‟t be a fool; I know the murderer paid you”.

“What?”

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“If you tell me who was the murderer, your sentence will be minor”, said the detective like doing a favour to Thomas.

“OK”, said Thomas doubting. “He did not say his name. But, by the way he spoke of Antonio, I know he knew him well. He gave me money in exchange that I did not register that he had entered the flat”.

“What is he like?”

“He is tall, middle-aged. He has a big beard and he seems to be rich because of his gold watch”.

“In a few days, you will have a trial”, said O‟Pril coldly, “thanks for the information”.

Chapter III O‟Pril was walking around his office, around his creaky wooden floor. He picked up the newspaper among the untidy papers he had in his desk.

He read:

New Wales, February 13th, 1889.

TIM JEFFERSON, THE NEW BOSS OF THE “RICOH” COMPANY After Antonio Marquez‟s death, the right hand of him - Tim Jefferson – became the company boss.

He was a businessman of the company. Intimately related with Marquez.

Something unusual told Stephen that Tim Jefferson had something to provide to the case, but Stephen did not know what thing told that, maybe his deduction, maybe the destiny, maybe the chance or maybe he simply knew that.

He called the police: “Antonio Marquez‟s case was a crime. I know who the murderer is. Go with a group of cops to the „Ricoh‟ company”, said Stephen O‟Pril hurrying on.

Chapter IV Stephen was in the “Ricoh” company with the police.

“Follow me to Tim Jefferson‟s office”, said him confidently while the cops stared at each other hesitating.

When Stephen entered Jefferson‟s office, he knew he was in front of the killer, he had the characteristics Thomas said. Tim Jefferson was tall, middle aged. He had a big beard and a gold watch.

But, there was something missing: the murderer should be left-handed, so O‟Pril forced Jefferson to write. He was left. All the proofs were certain.

“Tim Jefferson was an Antonio‟s friend. He knew all the troubles Antonio had (he was a drunkard and junkie because of his sister‟s death) so he took advantage of that and planned the perfect crime. He paid the concierge so no one could know he was in the flat the day of the death. The concierge would not register him. He forced the knob of the door. When he entered, Antonio woke up because of the noise (it was night). He tried to defend himself taking a glass and he broke it to make it sharper. Seeing that danger, Jefferson hit him with the automatic butt. Antonio fell fainted. Then, he threw Antonio through the window. After that, he made a mistake; he wrote the letter of suicide that was a red herring but Antonio was right-handed and he wrote the letter with the left. Near the letter, he left a bottle of wine and pills like showing Antonio was a drunkard and junkie (it was true but they were red herrings because he did not commit suicide). At Last, he made another mistake, he left the room with the key of the house; another proof that someone had been in Antonio‟s house”, he paused. “That‟s all”, said the detective after drinking water.

“But, why did he kill Marquez?” Said a cop impressed by all that deduction.

“I think because he wanted to be the boss of the company and he had to take advantage of that opportunity”, said the detective.

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“Ambition nowadays is one of the biggest problems of humanity”, he added.

The police found the key of Antonio‟s apartment in Tim‟s office. There were all the proofs.

“I confess, I have killed Antonio Marquez”, said Tim Jefferson crying without having another option.

Few days later, Jefferson was in prison and Stephen O‟Pril was known all around the world. This was his first solved crime of many others.

Musical murder

by Pedro Gonzalez Labernia One week ago, I was happy because my favorite band had come to the city to give a concert in a coliseum. Regrettably, on the following day, they found a corpse with a bullet in the head in the parking, next to him, a revolver, for the fingerprints that it had, the brother of the man was imprisoned.

Everything seemed decisive, the investigations stopped. Nevertheless, I saw in sadness and fault the accused. This led me to deepen the investigation on my own account.

Disarming the weapon, judging for the state of the hammer, the cannon and the drum, it was very new, only one time it gone off. I found the signature of the manufacturer. With this one, I investigated and went to the place of its sale. I asked for the receipt and report of the sale, in them, the salary and money of the bank account of the deceased, show that he was in bankruptcy. But his wife and children were living full of luxuries, I went to his house, interviewed his wife, who was crying, while her son was looking at her with a face of scorn, of hate.

Secretly speak with, he told me that lately his father was coming intoxicated to the house and was crying. I spoke to him about his mother; the child showed me the gmail of his mom; there were many mails ordered and received from a man, for its content, she was unfaithful to her husband. When this one found out, spoke with its wife and they fought and this one gave him money of other, so that he buys a weapon.

Now dead, he had cheated his brother so that he accompanies him to concert. In a moment he had gone to the parking, his brother followed him. Making use of the noise of the music, it had gone off without one listening to the shot. On having seen him, his brother had thrown himself on and incidentally he pressed his hands on the revolver.

Really then I made known all this and the brother or accused was free of faults.

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Marty, the wolf

by Franco Basso

There was a man in his house. His name was Marty Mcfly, he worked in Shell. It was Monday when he was going to his job. In the road he saw a beautiful wolf, so he killed it. He put it in his car and he went to work.

For lunch he went to the car and ate the wolf, one hour later his friends realized he was strange . the didn't say nothing. Marty went to his house very tired and he slept. He woke up at 12:00 pm with full moon , he went to the forest and get transformed in wolf.

He loved eating people. He killed 1/4 of the city. The only way to kill him was putting a cross in his head. When he transformed in wolf , he lived in the cemetery. A little child go to the cemetery with a cross to see his parents that had died in a car accident. He saw the wolf , the wolf jumped to killed him and he through the cross for fear.

The cross fell in the head of the wolf and he transformed in Marty Mcfly, he was a human again.

The child was congratulated by the president but Marty Mcfly is going to be the same?

Rest in peace

by Facundo Liaudat “I was searching him for years. Now I have the opportunity. He didn‟t notice me yet. Shut up! I‟m behind

him, with the razor, and he hasn‟t seen me. I know I will enjoy it. He knows that he has been searched for a long time. He‟s shaking in fear. I‟m getting closer to him. Step by step. Thinking about that moment will be glorious. I‟m having my razor in my hand, open, steady for being used. I‟m a foot from him. Standing up. Moving my hand brutally towards his back. Stabbing him, while he‟s moaning in pain.

My razor, making it as long-lasting as possible, until his corpse was lying on the floor.

At moment, my life goal is done. I‟m feeling excited, but I should hide the evidence. So, I put my razor in other room, take the money and go home. And that night, with the taken money, I booked a ship that goes to Europe.”

On Sunday, the nineteenth, at nine o‟clock am, we were with my brother in Cleveland, investigating about a murder that had happened the night before.

“Dugman!” someone called my brother. “Hello. I am Smith Jordan, police office, and we called you to investigate about this mysterious murder.”

“I have no problem to solve it,” answered Stephen. “Shall I pass to the house?”

“Yes, of course”.

The house was bigger than we imagined. It was relatively clean, even the crime scene. The corpse was in the kitchen, lying in the middle of the room, face down, with a deep stabbing mark in the back.

“What do we know about the victim and the murder?” asked my brother.

“His name is John Duhmier; twenty-seven years old; with a respectful amount of money. The murder occurred at ten pm yesterday, and his money was all taken.”

“Where is the murder weapon?” asked Stephen.

“Not found yet.”

“It‟s probably in a very well hidden but prominent place.” He checked under a cushion which was in the living room, and found a blood-stained razor. “Here it is, with the blood not totally dry. Now I will investigate the victim specifically.”

He went where the body was, so he started watching it, from top to bottom. Then, he put the body upside down and continued looking very focused, as if it was an interesting book. Suddenly he stopped watching, and noticed that on the body was some ash.

“What is this? It doesn‟t look like cigarette ash,” said my brother, amazed. “It is from an incinerated body, but the victim doesn‟t have any marks of incineration.”

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“It may be from another body,” I said.

“Absolutely. There isn‟t another way. Probably put by the murderer.”

“Why would the murderer put ash on a simple victim?” Smith asked.

“Because he wasn‟t “a simple victim”. John has (or had) something to do with the criminal.”

Stephen focused on the victim‟s face, and he found that the cheeks had tear marks.

“Tear marks. It shows that the victim cried until his death. This means that the murder wasn‟t fast and painless. The criminal made the victim suffer, and enjoyed it. It is clear, my friends: it was revenge.

Why: careless. Who: the importance.” exclaimed my brother.

“Another question,” said Jordan “if the murderer killed for revenge, why did he take all the money?”.

“Probably to play golf with his friends” said Stephen, sardonically, before we were returning home.

“If the murder was for revenge,” exclaimed my brother, at home already,” he probably was looking for him through the time and through different locations.”

“The victim saw him and demanded him in the different cities, so me are going to the different police offices to ask about demands from the same person,” I added.

“You know exactly what to say.”

“We are siblings, even twins.”

The next day we started to investigate in the different commissaries of Cleveland and neighboring locations, and discovered, as we have said, that there were many demands from the same person to the same person (that is, without doubt, the murderer) who is a Spanish man, called Alfredo Rodriguez. With this information in our hands, we told Jordan about what we discovered, so we waited for answers.

The next week, an article said that the murderer was found. There were three suspects: Francis Cotter, Frank Penrub and Robert Shaler. Cotter is a suspect because John wanted to marry his ex, and Duhmier was murdered the night before the wedding. When Cotter was interrogated, he answered incoherently.

Penrub knew about an amount of money that Duhmier had because, a day before his death, John took from the bank a lot of money.

Shaler was a neighbor who, as Penrub, knew about the quantity of money that John had. Shaler was very jealous because his house is a hut compared to John‟s.

“This is not possible,” exclaimed my brother. “This mistake must be corrected”.

We went as fast as possible to the police station, and there, my brother made his monologue.

“Francis Cotter doesn‟t have anything to do with the crime,” said my brother. “There aren‟t any proofs about that. You are demanding a person for murdering a person only because he is jealous? It doesn‟t justify anything. I know who the real murderer is, and I will explain why he is the murderer. His name is Alfredo Rodriguez, a Spanish man who wanted revenge for many years, because John Duhmier demanded his brother for something that he didn‟t make. Many years of jail led him to commit suicide.

That‟s why he killed the victim. A proof of that is that the murderer killed him slowly, making him suffer and making him feel what he felt with his brother‟s death. Another proof is that in locations such as Brooklyn or Lakewood there were demands from the same person”.

“How do you know about the story of Alfredo?” said Jordan.

“Because Alfredo told, and he told me everything”.

“There‟s nothing else to say. Do you know where Alfredo is?”.

“Yes; two blocks away rightwards.”

And again, my brother (and me)could solve an impossible mystery for the police.

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Unknown

by Franco Maceroni It was a day in March when the police called me to work with Edward Pietro‟s murder; Manson asked me who was at the phone and I told him that was Miller, the police boss. „Look at the newspaper, Miller told me on the phone‟. Manson took the newspaper and read me the news. In one part of the news, there was a note of the recent crime. The day and hour when the police found the corpse were written.

It was March 10 of 1988 at 4 o‟clock when they found the body in Amsterdam at Van Breestraat Street.

The corpse was on the pavement with one gun in his hand. All the scientific proofs indicated that this person called Edward Pietro committed suicide. The police said that they only had two clues, the weapon and the fingerprints. The corpse‟s head was in bad conditions to search more proofs. „¿Why he would do that?‟said me Manson. „He didn‟t have a reason for it‟. „Manson, I only know one thing, he didn‟t kill himself.‟ „¿How do you know that?‟ he said.

First, he was a rich man who was corrupt, so he used to have a lot of people that wanted him dead.

Another thing was that this gun wasn‟t used to kill him , because it didn‟t have rests of gunpowder on it. This man we didn‟t know used an exact copy of the weapon that Edward had on his hand to kill him.

Finally he took Edward‟s gun that was the real one and put it on his hands and stained the gun with his fingerprints and framed him.

Manson stayed quiet, without any word.

Manson and I left the crime scene. When we were inside the car, my phone rang and I responded; one strange voice was talking and telling me that I have only 7 hours to live until he would kill me. „ I know who you are and where you live‟ , said the strange voice.

Manson was trawling the phone call because I order him to do that. „¿Who are you?I said.‟ „You don‟t know me but you will soon.‟ „I will find you‟, I said. „See you later Bryan hahaha‟, said him and the phone call ended. „Did you have his location?‟, I said to Manson. „Sorry I couldn‟t findhim‟. „Fuck‟, I said Manson drove to my office without saying one word. When we arrived, I entered in my office and thought about what happened.

I was too nervous to think about the situation, because one man threatened me with my death.

I started to search the location of Edward Pietro‟s house, to go there and find his mobile, because I expected that it would have important information to catch this man.

After hours of searching finally I found it. This house was in an important street of Amsterdam; it was in Uilenstede Street. When I went there, the house was closed. I pushed the door with all my strength and finally it opened. I started searching in all the rooms that were there and in the basement there was a little box that contained money and the phone. When I saw the phone, I turned it on and verified Edward‟s calls before the murder and suddenly I saw one unknown call . I listened and it was the same call that the man did to me few hours later. I left the house and I went to Manson‟s house to tell him about the new information that I had. When I arrived , Manson wasn‟t there so I called the police station and they told me that Manson hadn‟t gone to work, so I started to be nervous because I didn‟t Know what to do. I was outside Manson‟s house and I received a call from the same number that called me few hours before. „If you want your friend again, come here and save him‟ , said the voice.

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„If you came with the police you will find him dead.‟ „Come to the real palace at dam plaza‟ „Ok I answered.‟ I took my car and I drove there; when I Arrived I ran and entered to the Real Palace and went to the last floor. Finally I went there and opened the door and saw one man with a strange aspect; it seems that he had a lot of strength. Manson was in a chair with one gun pointing at him. „How are you? I asked.‟ „My name is Luthor Colegra,‟ he said.‟ „Why you do this? I said.‟ „Because I want revenge for my daughter.‟ „But Manson didn‟t do anything to you daughter.‟ „I know that, but you yes.‟ „Also Edward but luckily he is dead.‟ „What Did I do to you daughter?„ I don‟t know if you remember when my daughter was kidnapped by one murderer, and you and your police friends didn‟t arrive on time , and this man killed her ; my little daughter and after you told me that it was a pity and you offered me money.‟ Suddenly I started to remember who this man was. „Why you kill Edward?‟I asked. „Because he was friend of the person who killed my daughter.‟ „Now is time for you to suffer, bye Manson,‟ he said. „Nooo!‟ He shot the gun and killed Manson. Instantly I took my gun and started to shoot him and finally he received one bullet in his arm. „Its over Luthor,‟I said. „If I can‟t get revenge for her, I will go with her.‟ Luthor jumped through the window and finally died.

I was angry for the murder of Manson but I know that Luhor was in the place he deserved.

The police came later and took the corpses. „Good job,‟ said Miller to me.‟ „We lost one amazing man today but we caught Luthor‟, Miller said.

I didn‟t respond; I took my car and started to drive and finally I knew that Luthor wasn‟t wrong about his ideas of revenge.

I left the police 1 month later and decided to take advantage of my life, doing the things that I always had to do.

A family crime

by Mateo Massucco My name is Richard Walton, I was born in the United States, in New York. When I was young my dad died in an accident of train. During 3 years I lived only With my mum, Mary Johnson, and my big brother , Mike Walton. Then, my mum fell in love with a Frenchman, Edouard Chandler, who today is my stepfather.

Five years after the accident of my father , my mum love Edouard like my biological father and that‟s the reason why my brother hate him.One day we went to eat to a restaurant , the 4 of us , like a normal family , but when we returned to home , my mum went to sleep , and I heard Edouard discussing with my brother , I couldn‟t listen all the discussion , but that´s lost in the time like the love of my mum to Edouard.

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The years passed and I graduate at university and started to work as a detective. Why? because I love solving crimes and detective novels , and I wanted to continue the work that my biological father had left unfinished. Edouard began to realize that my mum did not love him like before.My brother studied and graduated but he never left home.

One day , in the morning , I saw my mum discussing With Edouard , I listened that day they were going to separate.I can´t believe it , I swore that I wasn´t going to say nothing to my brother because he could beat Edouard.It is strange because Edouard was the happiness of my mother , but all have an end.

My mother left home and went to the supermarket, while Edouard went to bought same cigarette.

My brother went to his job and I was home. One hour later, I turned on the television and saw in the notice: “Today appeared Mary Johnson killed in the abandoned house, in the Street of Bixton” I ran to my bicycle and went to the place of the crime, when I was raiding through my way ,I was crying and scared. When I arrived , I saw a lot of policemen surrounded the house , I tried to enter into the abandoned house , but the police saw me and took me back , I took my detective card and showed it to the police , they looked me and let me enter into the house.

When I saw the body , my heart broke in two parts , the dead body was my mum , I took a minute of silence and the police look at me. Then I called Edouard and my brother that Mary was killed. In a few minutes Edouard and Mike come and saw the body of our mum.

Edouard was crying in silence , but my brother started to shout and cry , the police took him away.

The sheriff called me and said me if I wanted to worked in the case , because the detective in charge of the case had a car accident and was in the hospital.The same night I send a mail to the sheriff that said that I accepted to worked in the case of my mother.

Edouard abandoned home, like he had just arranged with mum. Before I was going to sleep, I went to the bedroom of my brother , but he didn´t there. I called Edouard, but he didn´t answer, that‟s why I took my bicycle and went to his house.

When I arrived, I listened a shout , the door was looked , I have to break it With my bicycle. I entered into the house and saw Mike with a pistol pointing Edouard.

“Mike no shoot him!”I shout.

“Do you are stupid?Is obviously that he was the murderer”said Mike pointed Edouard “Please no , I love yours mader , I couldn‟t kill her”Said Edouard more afraid “Mike , tomorrow I am going to analyse the clues and the murder going to paid , only wait please , don‟t kill him” “It is so late”Said Mike and puted the pistol in Edouard head , but Richard took a tablelump and bited her brother in the head , Mike was nocked and fell down.Edouard called the police and they took Mike and puted him in cell.I swore to my brother that I was going to liberated him.

The next day , the sheriff called me to went to the crime scene , always when I retorned to that place my Heard geted could.The investigation started , but the clues was dificulted to found.

The place was dirty and old , was a house of a familie 10 years before , anyone entered into the house , because it was dark and creepy.the old structure was like a Little castle , in the entry was a Little park withe dead plants and tress.

The first clue was footprints , one after the other , but only 4 coincided with the shoes of Mary , and the others 4 no.

The second clue was a scarf of my brother Mike , it means that Mike was in the moment of the crime or maybe no.

The final clue that the police founded was two cuts in the body of my mum , one in the neck , it means that the murdered was a tall man or woman. The other was in the left hand , it means that my mum saw the murdered and try to escaped , that‟s why the murdered cut her hand.

The police afirmed that the murder was Mike , but I knowed that there are another clues. I reviewed all the house and found another thing , the DNI of my brother.The pólice close the case and said that the culp was Mike. I cant believed it and wait that the sheriff and the police went away , and I retorn to 19

the abandoned hause and reviewed it again.I had a question , why my mum where in an abandoned house? , I found a boats , the boats of my mum , but my mum have another boats when she appeared dead , Maybe the murder changed the boats of my mum and put her another boats to confused me , but this means that where 3 peoples in the scene , the first my mum , the second and the other were the murdereds that enter into the house and one of him put his boats to my mum and the other took the boats of my mum and hide its.it means that one of the murders went back in stockings and the other with the same shoes.

I called the sherif and said him that I want to speak withe the caregiver of the streets , the sheriff give me the number phone of the caregiver.I called him and we agree that we were going to found in the abandoned house.

Thats happened , I wait him with a gun in my hand , when he entered into the house look at me and said: “what the fuck?”

“I‟m the detective in charge the case , I need you to said me what is your time of work?” “my tame of work? Is 8am to 10pm” “It is strange because the murder was comited at 9pm , and you dont see nathing?”

“I speak all that I have to said withe the sheriff , if you are searching an answer , question him , maybe the sheriff know something” the caregiver started to put very nervioused and turned around to go away , but I saw in one of his arms a cut and a spot of old blood.

I took my gun and pointed him.

-stay there or I going to shoot-I said very angry. He terned around again and looked me.-Said me , who killed my mum?-He took my gun and shoot himself.

One hour ago , the pólice came and take the body , I go to visit my brother and I have to said him the true.

THEN IN THE PRISON: “Brother , I know that this was a horrible place , the cell.But you have to stay here and wait , because I can‟t liberate you , all the clues point you , sorry” “Please Richard you know me , I can‟t kill someone , please , I a good man”Said my brother crying.

The pólice took him and seid that the time is finished and he had to returned to the cell.I went to Edouard house.When I arrived , I enter into the house and saw him , drinking a cup of coffee.

“Hello sun , do you won‟t a cup of coffee?”Question Edouard to me.

“No , thanks” “I know that were difficult times , but you are young Richard and you have to move forward and continue your life” While he was speaking me , I saw his nails and below them, he had mint blood.

“You!You kill my mum!”I shout , he looked me surprised. “what are you said!?” “the blood in your nails , is blood of a human” “Yes , I injury me White a glass today” “No , because this blood are old-Suddenly I see a cut in his body , and what do you said me of this cut?”I see him more and more nerviously.”You kill my mum because she doesnt love you more , and then culp my brother because he hate you”I took my phone to called the police , but him bit me in my head with the cup of glass , I fell down , but I tooked my gun and pointed him.

“It is true? You kill my mum and then culp my brother?”I questioned him while I point him.

“Yes! , and I can do it again , anfortunatly you cant said this to anyone , because you going to stay anderground , like your mum!”he said me very angry. “you are confused”He didn´t know that the phone was on and the sheriff was listened all that he said.

He bit me again and run out the house , but he didn´t know that the house was surrounded by the police.

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Fortunately Edouard and the cave giver went in a cell , my brother was liberated and we did the funeral of our mum , and I win in my first case , if the first was the murderer of my mum , I didn´t want to imagine the others.

Homer, the lucky

by Valentín Fariña

Homer was a man that is very lucky in the games but have a problem because the friends want to take advantage of his luck. Homer was a man that in the school had very bad grades.

Homer was angry because all of his friends have good grades in the school. One day Homer realised that he could change. Homer helped his friends in games and the friends help Homer with the grades in the school.

The mum of Homer and Homer was very happy because the good notes in the school and the friend were very happy because they had rare thinks on the games.

The neighbour’s robbery

By Luciano Mattica

This story is about a robbery in my neighbour‟s house, in Campos de Roca, a county club, the 16 th of May of 2017. The story starts in my house, when Pipa, my mother, had a conversation with Fernanda, the house employee of Pablo and Andrea (neighbours).

Pablo and Andrea are my neighbours, in the day of the robbery they went to Mar del Plata, because they wanted to throw the Pablo‟s dad ashes. They spent some days there, but one day they receive a phone call of Pipa (my mum), saying that some thieves had entered in his house.

Andrea was disappointed, and in the middle of his crying he decide to return to his house to look what had happened. Once they return, they spent the night in his house, and in the morning they call the police. When the police arrive, they arrive with an inspector, that quickly check all the house looking for some clues. The clues found by the inspector took him to thought in 4 possible suspects. Two of them, were the gardener and the driver of a car captured by cameras of the neighbourhood, but they was quickly dismissed because they had not strong clue to named them guilty. The main suspects were Fernanda, the house employee, and his husband, Jose.

The main clue they had of Jose was that the day of the robbery , he doesn‟t work, but he took Fernanda to Campos de Roca, to one of the houses that she work (not the one of the robbery).

Other clue, was that when Jose was returning of taking Fernanda to the other house, he doesn‟t return by the normal way, he went by another street, the street of Andre and Pablo s house. And the last clue was about time. The inspector estimates that Jose had to take 7 minutes in taking Fernanda to the other house, and leaving, and Jose was 20 minutes...

All this clues were only assumptions of the police. But when the scientific investigation was made, the strongest clue was revealed. The scientific police found some fingerprints on the door of the safe box of the house, and when they investigate them, they were effectively, of Jose. Finally, when the police give all this information to Andrea and Pablo, they cannot believe that the employee and his husband were the ones that rob them. Jose and Fernanda s house was raided by the police, but the house was empty, they found nothing but a paper that says...

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Mysterious creature

by Manuel CarreĂąo

One day Pepe was inside his house and saw a mysterious shadow in the Street. 2 hours later he asked to the people in the city if they knew about this shadow but nobody knew what it was.

Pepe was afraid so he decided to hide in his room, then the cat was thrown into the room after that he discovered that the mysterious creature was inside his house.

He believed that the mysterious creature was a killer because he killed his cat. Then he left the room and went to the bathroom, but the mysterious creature appeared and attacked him. Pepe ran away but the mysterious creature threw a knife and Pepe died.

Years later a person bought the house but the mysterious creature appeared again and killed him.

The illegal car race

by Mateo Messera In 2003, in Texas , USA, Tom Ryan was murdered in an illegal car race. The police found two marks of a knife; the first in his back and the second in his neck. The police couldn't find anything, so they called a detective, Mike Torin.

Mike Torin was one of the best detectives in USA. He asked people who knew Tom Ryan if he knew people that had problems with Tom. Many people said "NO", except for his brother and his wife, who knew some people.

His wife said:"an enemy of Tom was Carlos Quintana; Tom owed a lot of money to him for a long time.

But I think that the murderer was Javier Gonzales, because Tom was the lover of his wife".

When Mike asked tom's brother, he said: "A possible murderer was Pablo Chavez ,because Tom received some letters where Pablo threatened him, but Pablo was in prison, so I think that the real murderer was Tom Sawyer, because Tom was a suspect of the murder of his sister".

They finished asking people. So they went to investigate the suspects of the murder. Mike Torin went to the house of Carlos Quintana and asked his family and neighbours if he had got out of the house.

They said that his leg was broken, so he hadn't got out of the house.

The police searched in the cameras and they didn't see that Carlos went to some place, so they discarded that the murderer was Quintana.

The next morning, Mike went to the house of Javier Gonzales and asked his wife where her husband was, and she said that he had disappeared 3 days ago, one day before the crime. The police and Mike searched for him and found his car in 221 "B" Baker ST. , so they entered the house and here was Javier Gonzales.

Javier said that he didn't have any idea of the murder of Tom Ryan, and that he was there for a job.

The police didn't believe him, so they searched in the house and didn't find anything, so they got out of the house and searched for another suspect.

Mike went to the prison to see Pablo Chavez ,and he asked the security of the people and they said that Pablo Chavez had escaped from prison one month ago.

The police searched Pablo Chavez and didn't find him, so they asked their family. They didn't say anything, but his brother said that the father had helped him to escape from prison, and went to Washington.

The police and MIke Torin went to Washington and found Pablo Chavez.

Pablo said that he wasn't the murderer, but MIke searched in the house and found a knife with blood, so the police arrested Pablo but before he shot to MIke Torin and killed him.

The police arrested Pablo Chavez and gave him death penalty.

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The pink wall

By Valentino Michelli Chucho Jimenez,a Mexican Detective was asked to solve a Crime in United States. His Name is Carlos but everybody calls him “Chucho”.

The crime was so strange, because in the crime scene there was nobody, but there was a lot of blood on the floor, some pieces of human flesh. The wall in front was wet while the others were dry.

The wet one was with a Pink Colour and the other walls were white. The Room was in a little house out of LA (Los Angeles,California) close to Mexico.

The House‟s owner was Tego Torres, an old man of 71 years old, so he was interrogated by the police but they didn‟t find any information. After that, Chucho entered into the room of interrogation. When Chucho looked at him, he deduce 4 things. The Suspect had contact with guns recently because he had gunpowder on his hands. The Suspect was a rich man with possible trials in the past,because it was dirty clothes that he was wearing.

In his eyes, he could see a powerful man with an infidelity wife, when a wedding ring fell of his jeans.

Also his eyes had a pink colour like he was smoking Marihuana specifically. That colour was very similar to the colour of the Wall in the house of the crime Room. This Man didn‟t have any parents or Family,so we thought that he was in a bad emotional health.

Chucho just asked him for his family but he just didn‟t answer anything; he just shut up. Chucho came back to the Crime scene and analysed the pink wall, to prove the durability of the wall, Chucho kicked the wall, and faster a piece of wall fell down to the floor. The wall was wet a few days ago and smelled like blood. Finally Chucho found a body inside the wall . The body had an identification (ID) and a CellPhone.

Days Later…

Tego Torres was the heir of his house .Casually the wife of Tego died a few years ago, her name was Irma Rodriguez , a Rich woman. The body found in the house had a similar Name ….Irma Gonzalez.

Chucho went to the Civil Register and asked for the Last Person That Changed her name in the last month. The only Irma that the department found was missing a few Years ago. That Person only changed her surname from Rodriguez to Gonzalez so Chucho discovered the Case apparently.

Tego was interrogated again and he finally confessed that the woman inside the Wall was his wife that he had killed to take her properties , but also she was a narco dealer. She had changed her name and simulated her death to get married. She was killed by a shotgun in her house by his husband and also Irma had a Plan to kill her husband but she was killed First.

Tego was sentenced to 100 years in Prison and he killed himself 4 month later. Chucho finally had solved the crime.

Murder on a third floor in Manhattan

by Mariano Moccero

It was a dark, rainy night of July when a murder was reported to Jack Wilde, another crime in the city of Manhattan.

“Jack”,said Dylan looking at the intelligent, well clothed detective “I think this is our case” “I agree, a crime committed at 1 am, in an office tower I think it will be interesting. Put on your coat and let‟s go to the crime scene”.

The detective and his assistant went to the crime scene, in the office tower number two. The victim was Johnathan Jacobo, a policeman of the United States.

“The poor man was pushed from the third floor of the office tower”, said the policeman.

“Ok” ,said jack “let‟s check the body”.

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After some examination, his conclusion was that he first had been hit by someone and then pushed from the tower.

“Hey Jack,let‟s go to the third floor if we can find some clues”, said Dylan.

“Ok” said the detective, and they took an elevator to the third floor.

“Well, here we have some footprints, big footprints, so the murderer must be a man, and look how the footprints were first short and then larger… , and they lead to that computer.

“Yes, and look, Jack, how the last footprints are stronger, because around them there is some splatted clay. This means that the man entered walking and then started to run to the victim”.

“Good deduction, Dylan “, said Jack “now we need to interrogate neighbours if someone know or hear something”.

“Jack” ,said a policeman, “we have just interrogated the neighbours next here that were not sleeping, and said that they heard a rough voice saying: “¡you!” angrily and after a few minutes the glass of the window was broken and the victim fell in the street”.

“Oh you have saved us a lot of work, good man” “so now we now this things: the murderer is a man who entered in the room walking and then he started to run saying ¡you! Before he pushed Johnathan to the street…”

“So the crime was because of revenge!” ,said Dylan and Jack at the same time.

“I think we are right. Dylan, please ask someone to search some information of the past of Johnathan while I see if I can find something else”.

“I‟m on that”, said Dylan. The rookie went out of the room.

Jack went to the desk where Johnathan had been working. And in the desk there is Johnathan Jacobo‟s cellphone. Jack picked it and found a message from Patrick Davidson that said that he wanted his money quickly because he is angry and he is able to do anything. Jack keep thinking.

Suddenly Dylan broke the silence saying that Johnathan took the wife of Ken Brown and he had been angry with him.

“Well, let‟s leave this to the police and see if we can find something else in this big room”, said Jack.

Dylan left the papers with the information on a desk and started walking around the room as Jack did.

After a while, he detected a small, white paper with numbers, then he realized that it was a prisoner number tag, and close to that a little photo of Johnathan Jacobo, destroyed. So he said: “Jack!, come quickly. I‟ve got something very interesting.”

“Ohhh!, it‟s a prisoner number tag! And that‟s a destroyed photo from the victim…a policeman… I got the answer! The murderer is a prisoner that recently left from jail and that was angry with Johnathan because maybe some years before he have led him to prison!... Dylan let‟s go to jail, and don‟t forget the prisoner number tag”.

Dylan and Jack went down stairs, got a taxi and went to the prison. In the reception, there was a man who asked: “what do you want?” “we need to know from whom this prisoner number is”.

The man opened his eyes and searched quickly. Finally, he said: “It‟s not possible!, that number is from Joseph Ronson, last night he escaped!”

“That‟s right”, said Jack, “may I know who was the person who caught him, and how many years ago?”

“Of course, you can with the information you give me”. He searched in the computer and said: “The policeman Johnathan Jacobo caught him five years ago”.

“Ahhh”, said Jack, “We got our man. Thank you for all this information, I have a case to solve and this man is the answer or best saying, the Killer. Good night man”.

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A passionate murder

by Santiago Perez de la Cruz In a cold and dark winter night she was walking around the Main Street when in an alley she found a corpse.... a human corpse.

The FBI special agent Johnathan Perotta was in charge of the case, him and his team of the Jeffersonian has the duty of solving the crime. John and his partner the forensic anthropologist Dra.Saroyan went to the crime scene.

John- hey, what do you think?

Dra.S- the victim was a woman around twenties, 1,75m, caucasian, she was stabbed several times on the chest, this was a murderer.

John- that's was what I wanted to hear, so let's take our friend to the jeffersonian.

As they arrived to the lab they leave the body on the forensic table to make the examinations.

Dr.Hodgins- When you finish with all the remains I'm going to need the clothes to find particles.

Dra.keenan- Sure but you'll have to wait, I've found hair in a pocket, I'll see if I can find more and examinate it to compare the ADN Dr.Hodgins- Right! Just call me when you finish.

A few hours later Jhon get to the lab.

Jhon- So, what do we know?

Dra.Saroyan- by the moment just what I've said, the victim was stabbed many times.

Jhon- something that lead us to a suspect?

Dra.S- Not at the moment, but you can go to find a match by the dental records to identify our victim.

John- that's what I'll do.

When John get to his office and start searching he got a match so he called his partner to go to talk with the victim's family. *in the car* John- our victim is Sarah Redfield, she's twenty and lives whit her parents.

Dra.S- can I talk to them? I've seen you many times I think that I've learnt something.

John-that's isn't something you learn, it's natural.

Dra.S- if you say so.

They arrived to the victim's house and they knocked the door, a big and old man opened the door.

J- Hi Mr Redfield, I'm special agent Johnathan Perrota *while he shows his badge.

Mr.R- hi, what do you need?

J-we've found your daughter sr.

Mr.R- what? Is she ok?

J- she's dead sr.

Mr.R- what?!

J-can we come in? We need to make you some questions.

Mr.R- yes sure.

They've entered the house and start talking with the parents of the victim.

J- does Sarah has any enemies?

Mrs.R- No! Everyone loves sarah, she was so sweet with all of us.

J- there was any boy in his life?

Mr.R- yes, his boyfriend kyle.

J- where does he live?

Mr.R- on 22 grove street J-ok, thanks for your cooperation, Im sorry for your lost.

Mr.R- yeah sure.

Jhon and Dra.Saroyan called kyle to the FBI to make the interrogation.

J-Hi kyle.

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Kyle-Hi. J- I'm special agent Johnathan Perotta and I'll need to make you some question about Sarah Redfield.

Kyle-whats wrong with her?

J-she's dead.

Kyle- wait! What?!

J- she was murdered and my job is to find who it was so I need you to tell me where you were you on friday night arounf 23:00 and 00:00?

K-working J-what's yout job?

K-I repare roads. You know what? This is silly you should been investigate Max Clinton.

J-who is he?

K-he's a stalker that followed sarah everywhere.

J-ok kyle, thanks.

While John was interrogating the stalker the people in the lab were trying to find the murder weapon, and they find it, based on the evidence the weapon used was something that have presion in a big quantity and then appeared Dr.Hodgins with more evidence about the particles of the clothes.

Dr.H- I've found limestone, clay and iron ore.

Dra.S- and what does that mean?

Dr.H- those are the components that we can find in cement.

Dra.S- The boyfriend repares roads, I'll tell John.

When John get to Kyle's house he found blood, and saw that kyle has killed his parents and then suicide.

When he got to Kyle's room he found a note that says "She doesn't love me, she told me that if I don't change my attitude she will break up with me so I took my drill and killed her"

Pablo the thief

by Gerónimo Nikiel One day, Matías Pérez was in the school. Matías, Lucho and Antonio were in the break. Matías left the phone under the desk and it was stolen.

They went to talk with the teacher, who was the detective. Later all the school was trying to find the phone. One week later, all the school started suspecting Pablo, because he had already done bad jokes but the people were also suspecting Lucho, Bai and Baranda, because Pablo had accused them.

Facundo Bai was very suspicious and Lucho was new in the school, but when Pablo admitted that he had stolen the book, it was confirmed that he was the thief. Then, he was left without his friends and all the school stopped talking to him.

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The revenge

by Franco Ricciardi It was snowing, I was in my armchair reading a novel, when suddenly the phone rang. I picked up and a female voice surprised me: “hello?.. .Mr Tomas Petterson.”

“It‟s me,” I said.

The woman said: “my name is Victoria, director of ohio school, an incident happen a dead boy was found dead. We need you urgently”... ”on my way”I say picking my coach and going outside.

A dead boy was founded mysteriously in the bathroom of ohio school, that said to me the police when i arrived to school. “what do you think detective?” said to me greg a police detective, in the bathroom of the school seeing the dead body of a boy ”well, I deduce that the boy was a 16 teen, his name is justin I can see it from his chaquet of basketball, very popular I see. His face is angry and scary at the same, like if he know why and who the killer is going to kill him. He has been shot by a gun. His wound is in his belly. The victim seems to be angry like if he was trying to kill or fight to the killer but he can‟t he has been shoot, and he was bleeding . it seems like if he was suffering, obviously for the wound. And the wall it had been painted by the killer with justin blood and a secret message.: “your fault” JK. So this is a revenge case, justin had do something wrong and he know it. That explains the expressions. JK is a sign of the message.

The killer probably might be a student of this school. Is there any other information?”I asked to greg. “ I found an evidence of the hair of the killer in the floor, his hair was orange and it‟s not of the victim because victim‟s hair is brown.” ”the teacher told to me that the bathroom was close by key when the case begins. So the killer must enter and he locked the door, killed the victim with gun, write the message in the wall and then…how he can escaped?”... asked ”I don‟t know…- greg look at the floor thinking about the case, the he arch his eyebrows- wait!, I saw a key inside a toilet!!”. we ran to the toilet and we found the key.- ok, so the killer throw the key to the toilet because he was desperate to escaped.

I began to walk around in the bathroom thinking how he could escape, and the I see a ventilation duct open. “i know!, the killer escaped by ventilation ducts. “ “of course!, he might had some tools, and maybe a backup to hide the gun from other students!. He use the tools, to remove the screws and escape by the ducts, he‟s obvious a teen because if he were adult he might not enter and from this school obviously. “ok , so we had a lot of evidences and theories, enough of today I‟m gonna told all this information to the police, we will see you tomorrow greg , goodbye” A week later another murdering appears, same school, same message, this case was a girl, his name was jenn , she was found dead in the kitchen of the school, she has no wound, or bating. But they found a poison water hidden in a corner. So probably she suicide , but there was the same message with the sign JK in the wall with painting. “he wasn‟t poisoned- greg said to me in the kitchen of the school, when I arrived. We were both looking at the dead body.” ”what?”I looked at my friend a confusing and scary at the time, he looked at me and he nodes at melook she wearing a scarf over his neck…but is not his real scarf- Greg knee and sack her scarf, she has fingerprints all over his neck, she was hang . –”the poison bottle was a red herring of the killer, i don‟t know why but he put a scarf over his neck so nobody can see the fingerprints, but i don‟t know why he

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would do that if he was wearing gloves, i think that this is a kind of game for this psychopath behind of all of this” We still both silence for a while “And now what?”greg ask “Well others cases will come, so we had to hurry up and found who the killer is…wait! The fingerprints!!...we had!...his!..”.

“He use gloves”greg interrupt me “Oh…-well, I had no ideas…”

“Me too”said greg.

A police appears and greg told to him the case, I leave the kitchen in silence…

Next day, other case. A guy name‟s Patrick found dead in the attic of the school with a knife in his chest. Same message, same sign. I began to feel paranoid, I couldn‟t sleep. i had a strange feeling of be the next one. This time when I went to school and arrived a group of police man ,an agent and Greg looked at me when I arrived. Some of them looking at me with fury.

“Thomas come here please”said greg to me, and when I come I see a note over the dead body with the message : HELLO MR TOMAS PETTERSON, see you and your friend in the tomb.

“What the hell is this?”I asked “A message for us from the killer he had been watching us”said greg to me.

I arrived at home, and saw the letter again and again and again, because I couldn't believe this. But inside the letter there was a photo. A photo of a girl teen. i decided to go to school and asked to the director who was the girl In the photo and what was the role in this case, she told me that his name was hannah and she suicide a year ago because of bully. So probably the killer might know her and all this victims are the ones that bullied her and this was all a revenge case of somebody familiar of her or probably a friend. I decided to go to hannah's parents house. I asked to hanna parents about herself, they told me that she was a normal girl, she has only one friend called Jerome. She has no brothers. I told to hanna parents the case. And I leave, I received an anonymous message in my phone. They send me a direction another message saying: come here petterson I know that you had a lot of questions.

I go to the direction very nervous and found an abandoned hospital. Greg was waiting from me.

“I received the same message” “ Greg,listen!!.... I know who the killer is…- he looked at me surprisedly “look, his name is Jerome a student friend of hannah a girl that suicide. He loves her. So he decided to kill to all the boys that annoyed and bullied her. He is a very intelligent boy. A hacker and he was always following us. And now he invited us to this place probably to kill us, so be very carefully.”said giving to him a gun.

And we enter. We decide to separated, because the hospital was too big. I enter to a room, and I found a chair, a desk. And there was Jerome with his gun pointing to me. “ the gun in the floor, sit down. I do it carefully. “jerome…why are you doing all this things?”

“You know, next question-”he said clicking his tongue “How did you get my number?”

“I‟m not alone in this job mr. petterson” We kept in silence for a while, he was still pointing at me with his gun.

“Do you love hanna?”

“That doesn‟t matter to you” “I do” “You‟re not” “So why I here?”

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“look, I loved her…but I failed her. I let her die. She‟s gone forever. And I will never see her again.”

“I‟m sorry.” “no, you don‟t people like you don‟t care about anything. You don‟t know how it feels like.they ruined my life.those four boys. Justin, jenn, Patrick and john. john?...” “oh i‟m sorry-”he said laughing-”you are now here. “ “I don‟t understand” “look at the time you genius!- said pointed in a clock. “it‟s 3.46, and he was killed in 2.30, in that time you were in Hanna parent‟s house. And then you saw my message and come here. “but…but…you were here waiting to me…so how he was killed…you..you are lying…” ”look at your phone the director might call you to came to school”I see my phone and there was a message saying: mr tomas another case happen this time we found the killer the victim was another student of the school. Come urgently. “as I said I‟m not alone in this “ said Jerome to me- look you don‟t have to felt sad for those victims they deserved that, they are all killers in the inside. Somebody need to act, and do something. “why you killed all of them?, why don‟t you said that to hanna‟s parents, the school?... “ I tried, but they just don‟t listen to me. I talk to justin, Patrick, john and jenn saying that hanna suicide because of they. But hey just ignored me saying that im a dramatic. They beat me a lot of times in the school exit and the other kids were looking at me laughing. – said sadly but then began to laugh- you probably asking how john was killed…well I convinced to hanna cousin to help me in this revenge. And when the police catch them, he will be responsible of all my crimes and I will be free. And I will continued my plan of killing. Goodbye mr petterson!!-”said Jerome laughing and ponied me. But another before he shooted at me, Jerome was shoot in his arm by back. He began to scream in the floor. I looked who saved me. It was greg. “ just in time”he said.

Robbery at the Louvre

by Ignacio Andrés Rimada French police have been annoying for my partner and I since we started to work together. They always rush into our small flat in Avenue de l‟Opera without notice, asking to solve another enigma.

Something similar happened that winter holiday of the 83‟.

Sun was rising. As usual I took out my sample of Albert Camus while I smoked my Gitanes. Reading is a good way to think. My cigarrette was almost extinguish when I heard a heavy breathing that I have known for a long time, my old friend was waiting for someone. „Haven‟t you read Le Monde?‟ he asked anxiously. „Not yet,‟ I answered. „Well, the Louvre has been stolen, again,‟ he said. „Oh, that means that those gross French dogs are going to disturb our morning,‟ I cried letting out a sigh. „Ten seconds,‟ my partner whispered.

This kind of behavior was common in John Wright. He is a cold looking man, always reserved. No one including me can understand his wonderful and complex mind. We studied together at Oxford and started working together when we finished our studies.

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A few seconds later, we heard some noises coming from the door. John opened the door and three silhouettes rushed to the living room. It was Edouar Millet and his two loyal partners. Millet is the French Police Chief. He is short, fat and has got very poor hair. He is around 50 years old. When any murder or robbery is committed and he doesn‟t know how to solve it, we are his first options. Although he is recognized as a hero all around Paris, we know that he is just a kid compared to Wright. „Morning,‟ Millet said as he sat on the sofa. „What happened now?‟ I asked. „The Virgin of the Rocks, one of Leonardo Da Vinci‟s masterpieces,‟ my old friend said and stopped. „Has been stolen‟ he finished. „How did you k…?‟ Millet asked with curiosity but was interrupted by Wright. „Doesn‟t matter, just tell me the details,‟ my friend cried anxiously. „As you said, Da Vinci‟s masterpiece has been stolen; it used to be displayed in one of the safest rooms of the Louvre Museum. The robbery took place around 12 AM – 1AM. Every room was guarded with at least one man. The one that what supposed to mount guard in the room where the painting used to be is Eustache Cavour. He was found lying unconscious on the floor, no wounds were found; police medics think chloroform was used. There are no more witnesses and the guard hasn‟t been interrogated. That‟s all we have at the moment.‟ My partner stayed quiet for a while but then said in a high voice: „Don‟t worry Eddie! I will solve this case so you and your little dogs won‟t be attacked by the media. I take charge of this enigma. Meet me here tonight at 9:00 PM, by that time, this will we solved.‟ „How did you call us?‟ Millet cried with anger. „My old friend, go and pick your hat; we are going for a walk,‟ He shouted with anxiety at me.

The walk to the museum was quite short because we live about 200 meters away from the museum.

The day was foggy; the air was full of tension. Paris is a beautiful place to live, but this time, the city seemed to have lost all that pure essence. The trees were dead because of winter‟s freezing air and people had a lost expression, like they didn‟t have any life inside their eyes. During the entire trip, Wright said no word.

When we arrived at the Louvre, the main entrance was crowded. There were journalists and other media people everywhere; it was quite difficult to enter to the museum. If you haven‟t been to the Louvre I will make a summary of the views: the museum is a mixture of many different artistic styles, held by several doric columns and adorned with statues and frescoes that stand out from the white walls of the building. Just a wonderful place.

When we reached the reception, which was certainly big, a beautiful woman stepped in our way.

Blond hair and a seductive smile. Her lips were stained in a pure red. Her skin was pale, highlighting her light blue eyes. „Good morning, you must be detective Wright.‟ she said with an enchanting voice. „I‟m Dannielle Shalour, the Museum‟s owner assistant, pleasure to meet you.‟ „Pleasure is mine,‟ my friend answered while he kissed Dannielle‟s right hand. „Would you mind guiding us to the room were the painting was?‟ I asked. „Of course, follow me gentlemen,‟ she answered.

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We followed her across different parts of the museum, and in 3 minutes we were at the place of the disappearance. The room was quite big, full of many masterpieces, but the most important wasn‟t there; the only thing that could be seen instead of the Virgin of the Rocks was the space that the painting had left. My friend started to look for any discrepancy. He danced around the place and sometimes stopped to stare at something. I didn‟t see anything unusual but he did. He had a triumphal look is his eyes. When he finished walking across the room he spoke to a French police officer. „Any news?‟ my partner asked. „Well, we found a small paper with an address, a bottle of chloroform, a handkerchief and an orchid,‟ the policeman answered. „Interesting,‟ Wright said looking at the elements that the policeman described. „You must have visited the address that was on the floor.‟ „Yes, and we found the person who committed this crime,‟ the police answered in a proud voice. „What do you mean by that?‟ I cried. „Yes, his name was Paul Lestrond; found in his house dead; a note was found in his chest that said: I Have stolen the Virgin of the Rocks and you won‟t find it, already sold. I must die because I deserve it.

Committing suicide is not the best idea but it doesn‟t matter now. I would be dead sooner or later.‟ The policeman sentenced. „Thanks for everything, but I want to speak to Mr. Cavour,‟ my friend said in a cold tone.

The policeman led us to a small room in the last floor of the Louvre that was full of guards. That place should be the space where they had a break. Anyone could go out of those rooms because they could be related with the crime. In the middle of all these people, there was a man sitting in a chair. Cavour was tall and had dark eyes. His white beard would be his strangest feature but I could see something horrible, his face was burning red at such a point that he seemed to be bleeding. A nurse was taking care of him, she seemed very concerned. At this point, I decided to speak to Cavour. „You are the guard of the room where the Virgin of the Rocks used to be, Am I right?‟ „Yes, I am‟ Cavour answered. „May I help you?‟ „No, it‟s all right, we were leaving‟ my friend interrupted me. „What do you mean‟ I asked confused „You said you wanted to interrogate him‟ „Follow me my friend, this crime is almost solved‟ he cried.

I said no word and followed him.

At 13:00 AM we arrived at the place were John Wright wanted to go. It was an old small house in the heart of Rue d‟Arcole, near Notre Dame Cathedral. A detail that was weird to me was that the place was crowded with police officers. I was so confused that I didn‟t want to speak, but my patience was nearly gone. „Where are we John?‟ I asked. „We are in the small paper‟s address,‟ he said calmly. „I have to clarify my last doubts; would you please wait here while I research the house?‟ „No problem my friend, do what you have to do, I will wait a day if it is necessary,‟ I answered encouraging my friend.

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„No more than half an hour,‟ he finished.

Half an hour later, my partner went out of the house running with a smile in his face. „Did you solve it?‟ I asked him. „You can‟t be more right my friend,‟ he cried. „TAXI!‟ After a long trip, my friend told the taxi driver to stop in front of a huge house, full of statues and other furniture. After paying, we went out of the taxi and observed our surroundings. It was almost night and I couldn‟t see anything except from my friend. „Take this with you‟, Wright said as he gave me an automatic. „This won‟t be a friendly conversation.‟ I took the gun, and without a word I knocked the door. There was no answer. After a few seconds, I tried again. No reply. „What do we do know?‟ I asked. „Leave it to me,‟ Wright answered.

After those words, he broke the door with a fierce kick and we rushed into the living room. The first thing that captured my attention was Dannielle Shalour sitting in the sofa drinking a cup of wine. She seemed to be drunk, and when she saw us, she left a sharp cry. Her face was full of horror. Dannielle put her hand on her pocket but it was too late, my friend and I automatics were aiming her head. „Drop your gun,‟ I shouted „Dannielle, you are so clever… but not enough for me,‟ my friend said in a sarcastic tone. „How did you discover me?‟ She said shouting with no control. „I planned everything in such a perfect way.‟ After that, my friend went upstairs and then returned with the Virgin of the Rocks in his hands. I was amazed, how did he…? „I admit it is a heavy painting,‟ he said with a smile in his face. „Now follow me Dannielle, we have an appointment at 9:00 PM.‟ Some hours later, I was sitting in my living room house smoking a Gitanes. Some policemen were handcuffing Dannielle Shalour and taking her out of the house. Millet was by my side, paying attention to Wright‟s explanation about how he had solved the crime. „It‟s amazing how deduction power is stronger than any other attribute. In this case, this power helped me again. When we arrived at the museum, Shalour stepped in our way, she seemed to be a common woman, but I discovered something when I kissed her hand, it was all red and had a peculiar taste that I have recognized from my trip to „‟The Amazonas‟‟. She has certainly used Levinus Coletra, a very strange plant native from South America that causes irritation and if it is used in a huge quantity, it could cause a man to faint. At that time, I started to suspect about her. There is nothing to say about the objects that were found in the crime scene. They were all red herrings used to confuse the police and medics, but I didn‟t fall in that game. After that I received the news that the person that committed this crime had committed suicide. It was very strange to me, he had been murdered. A few minutes later my suspicions were getting truer when I saw Cavour. He had the symptoms of the plant. When I saw that I decided to visit the place where an innocent man had been killed. I researched the house and discovered some letters of an arguement between this man and a woman called Dannielle Shalour. Everything was clear now, Shalour made everything seem to be a suicide; she had stolen the painting. A fact that helped me was that Shalour‟s house address was in the letters. Some hours later, 32

my friend and I had captured the guilty person. But before that I found the painting in hanging on the walls of her bedroom. I also found a ticket of a train that was going to Spain tomorrow. She couldn‟t escape. That‟s all. „Amazing,‟ Millet whispered. „You have a brilliant mind Wright,‟ I said. „But hang on, I have a final question,‟ Millet interrupted me. „How did Shalour entered and went out of the museum?‟ „I was waiting for someone to ask me that,‟ my friend said. „As she was the assistant of the museum‟s owner, it was easy to reach the room where the painting was because she had access to every part of the museum. Answering to the second part of your question, Shalour hid the painting in her office and waited until the morning to escape with it,‟ my friend explained. „I hate recognizing this but you are a genius,‟ Millet admitted. „Just another one from many,‟ Wright finished.

I could see through the windows some stars and the moon. A few days had passed since we solved this case. Now, after all this tension, Paris could rest in peace again.

The crime in the tub

By Tobías Salas Irma Beatriz Girón (21) and Gloria Fernández (15) were cousins. Irma lived in the locality of Florida, in Vicente López, in an apartment that rented on the street Melo. One night in April 1989, the cousins gathered at Irma's house to work: they had begun a small undertaking of floral arrangements and had a delivery for the following morning.

After three days, the neighbor who was renting the apartment alerted the police to a strange and nauseating smell that came from Irma's house. The scene was typical of a horror film: both women lay naked inside the bath, facing opposite corners, as if they were watching. What most caught the attention was the advanced state of decomposition that presented / displayed both corpses. When consulting for the last time they had been seen alive, the neighbor remembered that just three days before, Irma had knocked on her door to ask for the phone. Her cousin felt bad and they wanted to call an ambulance.

The hypotheses and theories began to be drawn with that first clue. In the hospital of Vicente López, from where the ambulance that attended Gloria a few days ago left, they said that they went to a call for a slight febrile picture that attended without more gravity. Discarding the possibility of a natural cause of death, the investigation became more exhaustive as the days progressed: the victims' environment was investigated, theorized about the possibility that both were lesbians and that perhaps this was a suicide pact, It was analyzed if the victims had enemies, if they were linked to the drugs and this was an adjustment of accounts ... and nothing was able to clarify the panorama. What most worried about forensics was the results of the autopsies: none had a single lesion, no disease, no drowning, drugging, or rape. In addition, the state of decomposition that both bodies presented, through the cadaverous fauna that was analyzed, was so advanced that the certainty that only three days had passed since his death was simply unusual.

The chain of creepy situations was just beginning. The judge of the case, Dr. Raúl Casal, head of the Criminal Court of Instruction No. 2, decided to re-analyze the scene of the crime in search of some information that had been overlooked. He entered the house that 5 months ago had been the scene of the macabre find. Disgusted, he could not believe what he saw: the bathtub was again filled with a large number of cadaverous worms. A new meeting was urgently called for specialists and forensics to 33

determine what was happening. It was supposed that there might have been a leak, that the pipe could have been plugged and that the bathtub, in short, would not have been completely disinfected.

In silence, none of this was credible to any of them. This strange new episode "awakened" the cause again.

A medical examiner of the Federal Police contrasted the cases of premiums with other preexisting ones in the world: the goal was to find the cause of the decomposition of the bodies. Investigating, he reached the FBI, whom he consulted about this fact. That's how a similar case was reported in Canada, where two people had been injected with the venom of the Mamba viper, native to Africa. The main quality of this poison was the speed with which it decomposed its victims. Returning in their footsteps, the researchers recalled that the grandfather's boyfriend worked in a medical specialty laboratory where, to a greater surprise, there was a serpent with two specimens of the Mamba viper. Quickly the arrest of the first suspect was ordered: but the young man was gone and no one, absolutely nobody, knew of him. At the same time, the judge also ordered a new expertise to the hearts of both victims, who were stored in formaldehyde at the La Plata morgue. But when they went to look for them they had disappeared.

No one will ever know what happened or why he killed them. And above all, no one will ever know how he did it. An unpunished crime with features typical of an unfinished tale of terror.

The crazy brothers

by MatĂ­as Tosi In the xix and xx century there was a revolution of discoveries around the world. Ron Peterson a chemistry teacher followed his career being a chemist. In 1935, he was a chemist in his house and discovering things; he had a brother that helped him, his name was David Peterson, and he was a scientist. They had a friend called John Stephenson; they were classmates and in this year (1935) they began to discover a new poison in 5 years of discovery. In 1940, 5 years later, Ron and his brother had a mental disease. Basically, they became crazy for all his life. The rest of their days became very difficult to make and discover things. After this, Ron and David fell into depression and the only thing that they thought was kill people.

One morning, Ron was tired because of the disease and he didn't sleep, and two hours later Ron was preparing a letter for John who was working, and Ron tried to leave the letter in his house, and he put the letter on the bed of John. When John entered his bedroom, opened the letter and read, the letter said "you were the lion's prey" and his face was surprised and he didn't understand who had left it. The days passed and John was thinking this and very fearful and surprised, but he never went to the police because he always thought that was a joke and he never remembered the disease of Ron. On these days, Ron was planning a crime with his brother, David. One month later, the plan was finished and the only missing thing was to put it into action; the next day early in the morning (5:30-6:00am), Ron and David entered Johnâ€&#x;s house and went to his bedroom and they verified that he was sleeping.

Then Ron slowly opened the poison with a knife, put his overall with his tag in a chair, then with the help of David, Ron changed slowly the pill of the bed table and ran without sound from his house, but Ron forgot his thing. At 7:00 am, John woke up and drank the pill with water, and in a few seconds John died.

At the night of this day, the detective George Winkleman went to the crime scene to investigate and observed all the room. First, George searched an overall but he didn't look at the tag.Then he observed and read the letter but he didnâ€&#x;t understand it, and then observed the light table and searched a jar of pills that had poison and a knife that apparently for him had opened the jar; then looked around all the room and searched a painting with the same message as the letter and he thought that the murderer took the message from this painting, but then a policeman that was there 34

looked at the tag of the overall and it wasn't the same man that was dead like all the people that was there thought. Immediately, the police went to the house of Ron and caught him and his brother; then, George questioned him about where he had found the message and he answered that he invented the message, he didn't take it from the painting; and then, George thought that was a coincidence.

Blue veines

By Juan Facundo Vai Chapter 1 We found ourselves in Mr. Clipsen‟s office. On the floor, there is Johan Clipsen‟s body;, it doesn‟t have any wound at sight or anything that can tell us how he died .We detected an internal bleeding, that was -until that moment- the only thing that could tell us how he died and if it was an accident, a suicide or a murderer.

The office is a very big room, on the bottom there was a huge window that covered one wall, at the left there was a wood desk with a computer, two notebooks, one folder- with an strange red paper on it – and Clipsen‟s cell phone .And on the left of it where is a bin with an empty bottle, two candy papers and a lot of tissues. On the right there is a vending machine with some Cokes, Sprites, Manaos, and a bottle of something blue.

“This drink is delicious, but is strange and new. “ Lucy said pointing at the blue one.

On the next day was the autopsy and the medics would give us Clipsen‟s personal information. They gave us a paper with this information: Name : Johan Clipsen .

Blood type : B-.

Alergies : Polen - Seliac.

Family : Wife: Mary Stansen .

2 children : James and John Clipsen.

Work: Owner of Johan Clipsen clothes store.

“Interesting, but not so much” I said.” This doesn‟t tell us how he died, but this tells us with whom we can talk about him and also who could be a suspect.”

My assistant or “partner” and I went to Mrs.Clipsen‟s house in the south of London; it has a nice view to a beautiful river and a little forest. I knocked and a beautiful woman opened the door.

“Hello, you must be the detective Emsbury Jackpot and Mr. Pirtsen.”

“Yes lady, I‟m sorry for your husband‟s death.”

“Come in please. So what do you want here exactly?”

“If you don‟t mind we want to ask you a few questions about Johan‟s work and the people that he was related with.”

“Go ahead.”

“Your husband was an owner of a very big company and obviously there was some people that would kill to be in his place. Right? ” “Sure.”

“Could you tell us if there is someone who could be mad with him?”

She waited like a minute or two and said: ”Yes, I can say that one man was very mad and jealous of him, we were in love for years; then I me Johan, and when Peter (the man‟s name is Peter on purpose) asked me to marry him, I said no because I was in love with Johan. The day of our wedding, he called Johan and he threatened him saying that he would kill him. Of course, his body guards went

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to Peter‟s home and punched him (although I didn‟t agree with Johan). Since that moment, I never saw Peter again.”

“Well, Peter…”

“Janssen, Peter Janssen.”

“Ok, he may be the culprit, although we don‟t know how he died. Tomorrow, as you know, the doctors will make Johan a second autopsy, these doctors are better than the first ones.”

Chapter : 2 “The drink” We are in Saint Thomas Hospital. Johan‟s autopsy just finished and the doctors were about to give us the results, James (my assistant) was sleeping in a chair; he woke up when he doctor called us (James, me and Johan‟s family).

“Dr.Stones, it‟s a pleasure.”

“Hi, detective Jackpot. Do you know how it happened?”

“How what happe…”(he saw Clipsen‟s family and said) “Oh! I‟m sorry. Yes come here”, he said to me.

We went to another room where Johan‟s body was and also a few papers and tools.

“He swallowed a drink, a drink or some kind of liquid, we made a proof to see if it was poison and it isn‟t, even I tasted it and is totally normal; we know that Clipsen‟s body made a kind of allergic reaction to this thing but this drink is totally normal, Mr. Jackpot. Do you have something in mind to discover how he died?”

“Stop,” I said.

“Sorry?” He was confused.

“Shut up.”

“Ok.” “You are talking!” I was thinking what could be in that drink to kill Johan Clipsen and I remembered something, in the folder with his personal information.

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Not important. n0!

Alergies: Polen /SELIAC That‟s it!

Name: Johan Clipsen Blood type: B-.

“This “drink”, what it contained?

“Well let‟s see: Sugar, strawberry, colorant, glycerol, vanilla, gluten…”

“Gluten! Johan Clipsen suffered from seliac disease and he must have been so sensitive, so someone had the brilliant idea of making a drink and he had a strong reaction. So strong that it killed him in a few seconds; he couldn‟t warn anyone or call the ambulance, this killer is brilliant! He is also morbid but an intelligent person.”

“Well, I think that you must tell that to te police.”

“The police? No I don‟t work with them.”

Chapter 3: ”Two birds of one shot.”

We are in Peter Janssen‟s house, a house with a white wall and a very nice view to the park in front of it. I knocked.

“Hi, how can I help you?” said a beautiful woman.

“Hello, I‟m the detective Emsbury Jackpot, and I need to talk with Peter, may I?” “Sure. Peter, honey, two men are looking for you.” She told Peter.

“Ok, I‟m going.” He arrived at the door. “Hi, Peter Janssen. What can I do for you?”

“Hello Mr. Janssen. My partner and I would like to ask you a few questions about Johan Clipsen‟s death. We know that you were related with Mary Clipsen, Johan Clipsen‟s wife so…”

“Come in, please.”

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Peter Janssen was a tall and well dressed man, he has a grey hair and a two day beard. We could see that he wasn‟t any poor or unhappy man.

“So, Peter,” said James, “What‟s your job?”

“I‟m an engineer. Right now, I‟m working in the Forte® building; it‟s all made of wood.”

“Sure.”

“Yes.” “Peter, you were, or you are in love with Mary Clipsen-Stones and we know that you were a couple a long time ago. Then, she left you for Johan. The day of their wedding you threatened Johan Clipsen and one week ago he died. What can you tell us Peter?”

“Well, I understand that you think that I‟m the culprit, but at first I must say that (until now), I didn‟t know that Johan Clipsen had died.”

“Ok, but please tell us the reason why you threatened Johan Clipsen, although it is an obvious question.”

“This doesn‟t justify it but here it goes. As you know I proposed Mary o marry me and she said no. She said that she was in love with someone else and she left me; we broke up in good terms actually, if a man and a woman don‟t love each other, they can‟t be together. Before Mary met Johan we were so in love, and assuming that she wanted marry me I rented a big zoom for the wedding party and a chapel for the ceremony. I spent 350.000£, I went into bankruptcy, so, I was desperate , I took three jobs that doesn‟t let me sleep more than three hours and the whole three months that I worked in there were a hell. I was I a violent emotional state the day of their wedding. But after my poverty I got better, I got married and now I‟m a dad. Three weeks later I threatened Johan I apologised to Johan. Ask Mary if you don‟t believe me.”

Outside Peter‟s house: “Well James. What do you think?”

“Clearly he got better, but he was so calm.”

“He has nothing to hide. He didn‟t do it.”

“What? So you just say that he didn‟t do it.”

“You are so right.”

Back in Mr. Clipsen‟s office …

“Ok, you checked everything?” I said.

“Yes Sr.” Said the police Mr. Brown.

“Did you find any clue?” I stood by the empty vending machine while I listened to Brown and I saw a little red hair. “Brown, come here please.”

“Ok, Oh!” “Open this machine. How could you overlook this?” That was the definitive clue, a man‟s red hair just in the place of the blue drink. ”Did some “red hair” come to this office Lucy?”

“No Sr.” “Who has red hair in this place?”

“In the cameras we only saw the man‟s red hair.”

“There was a tape?” I said. ”That‟s why I don‟t work with the police” I said to James.

“Yes there was.”

“There‟s no time for discussions, I will scream at you later.”

“Jason Materns is the only red hair here Mr. Jackpot.” Lucy said to me.

“Let‟s go to his office right now” I said.

In Materns‟ office …

Brown opened the door and said “Materns you are arrest… AH!” Materns was a tall guy, he was holding a gun: he shot Brown, apparently he was waiting for us to kill us and run away. I looked him, he looked me, the man was holding a gun and he was ready to shoot me and anyone. So he did, he shot me but he failed quickly I tackled him, I took the gun and I throw it away.

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“You are not so strong Materns. You are arrested.”

The policeman took Materns to the London‟s principal jail, he will be there all of his life.

Now, I can say that we have another solved case.

Before Frankestein

by Nicolás Serrano

Everything started with a strange creature with lots of problems. He was very frightening, tall and muscular. He was afraid of wrenches because they could take out his head, arms and legs. He wanted to be a normal person but he could not because he was not a person. He lived in a big house, like a very strange castle on the top of the mountain where it rains every day.

One day, he went to the city when it was raining. When John entered, everybody was afraid and started to run away. He felt sad and discovered a person sitting on a bank under the rain. John asked him: "Are you afraid of me?" And the person answered: "I am a person with lots of fears but I think that I can help you". John was really happy and trusted the person.

They went to the castle and started to talk. The person, told him that he was going to tell the people on the city that John was a normal person. John was excited. He invited him to sleep and during the night, when everything was quiet, the person took a wrench and took out John's head.

The mysterious Kobe

by Bautista García Many and many years ago, a man called Kobe was walking in the forest at night. Nobody went out, when he was out because he killed anyone he saw.

But that night one boy, the son of a witch, went out of the house to explore the forest. That was his end, because when Kobe saw him, he died.

After some weeks, one night the witch appeared and tried to kill him by throwing trees and other things. But Kobe could avoid the death. But the next days, the spirit of the boy appeared at Kobe‟s house, so he got scared.

After many days the witch appeared, but not alone, he was with the other witches. That night Kobe didn‟t survive.

The death of Marta

by Francisco Monterubianessi One Day Marta went out for a walk with her friends and they saw Jack. Jack was a lumberjack; he had an axe to cut the trees. Marta and her friends were scared because jack stared at them. After some days a friend of Marta appeared dead in the middle of the forest with a message that said "the next will be Marta". In this moment she started running to her house but jack appeared with his axe. For five days nothing was known about her, but on the sixth day she appeared dead in the same place as her friend with this message: "you are the next one ".

Death appeared

by Valentín García Arrieta One night a 13-year-old child was alone in his house because his parents had been to a party. He was in his room reading a book about the biography of "AXL ROSE", the singer of "GUN's N' ROSES", and something bothered him.

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A low sound in the window like someone touching it, but he ignored it. Then it was louder and louder so he pulled up the blinds but he didn't see anyone so he started to get scared, after that he pulled down the blinds and went back to his book. A moment later it started again in the same volume.

The child hid under the bed and almost all the things started to sound louder and louder so he started to cry but with all the noise he couldn't hear his sobbings. In a moment all stopped. He heard steps closer and closer. And then the door opened. There were two feet in front of the bed; then the person ducked. It was his father that said.

"What are you doing son? Get out of there. It is dirty". The next day he looked at the "dead people of the week" on the newspaper and saw his parents there.

The doll

by JoaquĂ­n Gavernet When Robert woke up, he was afraid, as usual. He endured this pain thanks to his doll. He shared his breakfast with her dead mother, then he went to work the land of his house. After that, he took a break talking with his friends that had died in the war between Cuba and Usa some years ago. Thanks of his courage in front, he had received a fortune and he was afraid of losing it. Suddenly, he felt that someone was opening the safe box, but no one was there. He heard a voice from the basement: "Robert Bagwell" someone called. "Robert Bagwell" the strange persevered. Rob decided to go downstairs and find the stranger, but he was shocked.

One of his dead friends was there... Marcus.

Marcus was next to the doll, and it was smiling at Robert's face. Robert asked:"What happened Marcus? What's the problem?" Marcus answered:"You know why I'm dead, it's your fault. If you had helped me to escape from the burning building I would still lived" "Sorry Marcus, I was afraid too, please forgive me" Marcus disappeared in the moment, but the doll was still there, next to the safe box. He took an axe and cut her head, took his safe with his fortune and left house. He was afraid, like all time. When he was far from his house, he opened the safe box, but nothing But the head of the doll was there was there, he had lost his fortune!, i Robert decided to burn the head of the doll, but the fire got out of control, and some trees fell down on him. He was caught in the burning trees, Marcus was there, watching all the scene with the doll and the fortune in his hand.

Murders of blond women

by Santiago Pucacco

My name is Emma Johnson. I'm 20 years old and I'm observed by someone.He has many kinds of ways to look at me. I'm afraid of going home .

Emma Johnson died. His body had been found on the cemetery. She was cut in 6 parts and she was bold. The police is searching for the murderer.

Hi! My name is Nikkei and one neighbor is strange with me. He spies me and sometimes he tries to talk with me but he can't. Today I saw him on the ??? looking for someone.

Nikie disappeared and nobody had seen her. Nikie had been found dead and without her hair. The police think that the murderers that killed Emma is the same as the one that killed Nikie.

The murderer had been found dead in a lake in Texas. He shot him on his head and with a knife he has written: "sorry Nikie and Emma". The police had no idea of what were the reasons of the murderers.

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The evil ritual trick

by Santiago Guidel

I am lonely, I want someone who loves me but I only have one friend, her name is Jesse. I love her, but I don‟t dare to tell her.

One day when I was reading the funeral notices in the newspaper , I saw that my only friend died because of unknown causes. I was really sad , but I couldn‟t do anything , so I went to her house to investigate how she had died.

When I arrived I saw that she was in middle of a satanic ritual, I was very surprised but I didn‟t learn anything.

When I arrived to my house, very sad, I saw that my bedroom lights were on. When I entered Jesse‟s spirit was making a satanic ritual. She told me that if I loved her and if I wanted to revive her, I had to make it. I did it, because I loved her, but it was a trick; It wasn‟t my beautiful Jesse, It was an evil spirit that wanted to kill me to take my body. I was very scared; I imagine that if the spirit wanted my body why did he want to kill Jesse? And In that moment I remembered that Jesse had killed her dad because every month sects met in their house and he realised that her dad was in trouble. So…is that Jesse‟s dad ? I couldn‟t escape.

He grabbed me and turned me into a spirit. If I wanted be a person again I would have to do the same, like he has done it to me, I had to do an evil ritual trick.

The crying son

By Justo Ricciardi Once upon the time a boy lived in a house away from the city with his family. They were happy until something happened...One day the parents of the child went out for dinner outside and left the boy alone in the house with a new nanny.

The nanny was very old and did not have much control over the child. In a moment, the boy ran to the basement and the nanny followed him down, but when she arrived, she saw something that scared her and ran out of the house leaving the child alone.

When the parents arrived, they did not see the nanny and they were frightened. But her mother was more frightened when she saw the feet of her son behind the curtain. He was frightened because the curtains were all covered of blood, but when she opened the curtains saw his son crying drops of blood.

The father was so scared that caught him a heart attack and died.

The haunted castle

by Augusto Von Kluges A family travelled to a castle in England to spend a beautiful weekend. When they entered the castle, the things changed. The curtains and the doors immediately closed with a loud noise.

Something wasn't good.

Their first night they started to hear noises. The second night some things started to move.

The family spent a horrible weekend, but it wasn't over yet.

In the last night, the family started to see ghosts and the lights started to turn on and off.

In the morning the family was shocked and they couldn‟t escape from that castle. No one knows anything about them.

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Ryan's magic house

by Alvaro Zarrilli

Some months ago there was a man called Ryan Parker. He lived in big and beautiful house. "There are ghosts in my house" he said, all neighbours thought he was crazy. But he wasn't for the time being, because a ghost was tormenting him. It called him and moved things from one place to another. But this was just the beginning.

The weeks passed and the ghost began to increment ryan's suffering. He broke doors and windows, throw their clothes to the rider but the worst thing was that he wrote the walls with blood. Ryan told all this stuff to the neighbours and to the police but no one believed him because the thought it was to call attention.

Finally Ryan didn't other way to escape from his problems but get suicide. He took a rope, left a letter and hanged out himself. All the people of the town felt guilty and put his name to the town.

Molly

by Taciano Pacchialat Molly was a normal child, but she had no parents or friends and she lived in an orphan house. Her only partner was a doll called Mimi. She played with it every day.

One day, the doll disappeared and Molly began to cry. She was all day crying and searching the doll.

These days were very bad and sad for Molly but, one day, she found a little paper that said: "Find me in the basement".

The next day, Molly made the worst mistake of her life. She went to the basement and there it was! the doll was sitting by a paper and a pen. Molly read the paper. It was a pact, a pact with the devil.

The pact said that if she wanted to get the doll back, she had to give her soul to the devil. She signed and the paper disappeared, but Molly was happy again, because of the doll.

The doll was a little different than before. It appeared in different places and behaved strangely, but Molly didn't care about that. It was as if the doll had its own life. That night, Molly was murdered.

The robbery

by Pedro Addiecchi One day, a long time ago, Nik went to his mum house to pay her a visit. While he was with his mother, she told him a story about a ruby that she had hidden. She said that the ruby was from a pharaoh and it was very old. Nik had the idea of taking the ruby to the museum so that they could win some money.

Before he took the ruby to the museum he bought some food. When Nik finished buying the food he had to go through a dangerous and dark street. He was walking when something happened...

A thief stole him the ruby! He shouted and ran but he couldn't catch the thief and he felt bad. When he was going to his mother's house to say the terrible news, the thief appeared and said "Iâ€&#x;m sorry. I'm poor and I wanted to have some money to give food to my family, sorry" and he gave Nik back the ruby. Nik thought and thought and he decided to give him the ruby so that he could earn a little money.

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The invisible girl

by Juan Pablo Maffei Once in an old house, there was a boy was in his bedroom when he heard a noise and he saw a women standing beside him. A bit later the girl shouted something familiar to him: -"Nicholas! help me, please I'm falling!

He immediately realised that she was a dead friend called Susy. She had drowned in a frozen lake, because the thin ice had broken and she had fallen in it.

Susy continued saying: "Why didn't you save me?"

"I tried but I couldn't...I'm sorry" Nicholas answered.

-"Alright, I understand...but you'll see what can I do". She answered and disappeared with a face full of hate.

Nicholas was so afraid that he locked every door of his house. The next day, when he woke up, he was in the same lake in which Susy had drowned. Seconds later the ice started to break. When he fell he shouted: "I'm going Susy, now you'll see what I can do!

The mysterious doll

by Ivan Barrios

She was alone with her mom in the middle of the forest. There were 2 houses; her house and the "Hand-House". The hand-house was called like that because on the 2nd floor, in the window there was a bloody hand of a baby.

She was curious and wanted to see where that hand came from. She entered the house. It was all dark, there wasn't light. With a torch, she went up to the room where the bloody hand was. The room was full of dolls; dirty and broken dolls. María ran away from the house and she told everything to her mom, she didn't believe her.

Those women continued living their lives. Until one of the dolls appeared in Maria's bed, all broken and bloody. She ran and told that to her mum. The doll disappeared, but the blood didn't. They wanted to run out the house, but the doll was sitting in front of the main door. They went to the other door.

The mother ran out the house, but she forgot her daughter. The door closed by itself. Finally, she found her daughter on the floor, with all the guts out of her body.

The mother told this to the police. They disappeared after this. She fixed the doll and went to the other house to live with it.

The brotherhood

by Matías Pérez de la Cruz Mark was talking with his friend outside, when they hear someone scream, the only person that was inside was mark´s mom, Kendra. A few seconds later, Mark and his friends saw Kendra´s body on the floor.

The crime-scene-investigation (CSI) immediately got there to begin the investigation. The detective in charge was Thomas O‟Donnell, the rest were Michael Grifton (body´s injuries investigator) and Sara Smith (she finds clues in the crime scene that could help to solve the crime).

Kendra was a tall woman (5,7 feet), about 40 years old, divorcee, rich, she has only one son, the front of her neck was cut side to side, the body had an injury on her left arm, apparently made by a knife, the shape was of a letter A, the killer was right handed because the knife entered inclined to the left

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which means he made it with his right hand (Kendra was right handed), she died because of loss of blood.-Said Michael.

A Knife was next to the body, it was a meat knife of 25 cm long, and it coincided with Kendra´s injuries.-Said Sara It seemed to be suicide, but there is something missing.-Said Thomas Sure, the knife was on the left side of the body but the neck´s injury was made on her left to her right, so, if it was suicide, the knife must be on her right side.-Said Michael.

“I found a fingerprint,” said Sara Thomas uploaded the fingerprint to the system, it was of Jake Robinson, and he was a worker in the dock.

Thomas went to the dock and found Jake, he asked Jake about Kendra, Jake said he doesn´t know her, her was immediately arrested after Thomas told him about the fingerprint.

Jake didn‟t want to confess, but a problem emerged, someone else died in the same way, but when Michael saw the injury noted that this time the killer was left handed because the injury now is inclined to the right, so the killer is not the same, the only family of Jake was his sister, Sheila.

Thomas went to Jake‟s sister with some guards, when he entered to Sheila‟s house he began to search, Thomas didn‟t find the knife, but he found a purse where there were holes to put knifes, but one knife was missing, and in that hole entered the knife of the second crime, also, Sheila was left handed; both she and Jake were imprisoned for murder.

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