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**[[image:mysterystory1.jpg align="left"]] __A Sad Death__**
I walked toward the front steps of the house, and I tripped lucky I didn't fall, there was a blood pool right in front of me were the body had been. As I entered the house I saw a couple of people looking for evidence. I walked pass them and into the kitchen, there were people in there as well but they all seemed to be leaving, I couldn't blame them there weren't any clues around. The officer in charge greeted me and told me everything he knew and offered me his help if I needed it. I took a look around the rest of the house and went back to the kitchen. The victim had been killed outside, the house was organized, there was no sign of a break in or struggle, the killer may have never even entered the house.

I walked to the backyard, there was a chicken coup but no chickens. I couldn't say that I was surprised, the victim was a secretary who came from the city taking care of chickens, it didn't seem like a good hobby. I opened the door, there was a blanket on the ground but nothing else. it seemed odd but there wasn't anything that could help me solve the case but I was still curious. I made my way back to the front of the house, and in the bushes there was a knife covered in blood, so it had to be the murder er's weapon. T he victim was stabbed once in the stomach and bled to death. I thought the killer was careless if they hadn't even bothered to hide the murder weapon. I wal ked toward the the victims son, and the poor little boy was scared and I could tell he had been crying. I figured he had heard som eth ing or maybe knew why his mother had been out so early. H e told me his mother was never up before 6 am and that she never went out at nig ht. I asked him about the chicken coup ( I was still curious) he explained to me that they had a pig, it was a gift. H is mother hated having to take care of it but still cared about the animal. H e told me that for the last couple of days, the pig had been sick and in a lot of pain, according to his mother the animal didn't have much time to live. I asked him about the last time he had seen his mother alive, he said around 8 before he went to bed. T elling me all of this calmed him down a little, but it didn't help me. One of the officers approached me and he told me there was a man that wanted to tal k to me about the murder. I t was Oliver, a friend of the victim. H e told me he had seen the victim the nig ht before, he said he was helping her and that he had picked her up at twelve and dropped her of f at two. W hen I asked what exactly he was helping the victim do, he stopped for a minute , I beli e ve he was rethinking everything he had just said and done but then he finally looked at me and told me about the pig and how the victim was tired of seeing the poor thing suffer. A pp a rently she asked him to help her bring the pig to a farm where it could spend it ' s last days enjoying its freedom. T he story seemed to o good to be true, but then again, if he was the real killer , what's the point of telling me all of that when all he did was make himself look like a suspect more than anything else ? I questioned him about the victim, if she had any enemies or owed somebody money, a nything that would have made someone kill her. H e said she was quiet, clumsy and she never got into other people ' s business. H e said he couldn't think of anyone who would want to kill her, so I showed him the murder weapon. H e told me that the victim had used it to cut the rope that they used to tie up the pig, and he also said he didn't like her having it.Apparently she had almost cut herself simply getting into the car, he also said she alw a ys held it with the blade pointing at her. H e then left with an officer to make his sta tement but it hadn't been much help. I didn't have any suspects or witness es so the case was proving to be more complicated than I thought. T he only thing I had left to do was examine the body. W hen i saw her body, they had not done much to it. T he victim was stabbed once in the stomach and that made her bleed to death, her hands were covered in blood, since she had tried to stop the ble e ding , but she lost too much blood fast. Looking at the body wasn ' t much h elp. I thought about everything that I had seen and heard, I thought about all the possibilities but none of them fit. I didn ' t have enough evidence to back them up. After a few days, I went back to the house where the blood pool was gon e since the rain had washed it away .W alking towards the steps , I tripped just like the first time I had been there, but I lost my balance and fell, when i got up a thou ght came to me. W hen I landed, my body looked s i milar to the victims. H er friend had pointed out that she was clumsy, that he had dropped her of f at two in the morning and that she always held the knife with the blade facing her. I t made sense now.... the only scenario I hadn ' t bothered to think about. T he victim had been described as being clumsy, and on top of that. S he held the knife facing her, she had been dropped of f at two in the morning, and as she made her way to the steps, she tripped and stabbed herself, she t hr ew the knife into the bushes as she tried to stop the bleeding , but failed. I t seemed like such a sad way to die, and telling Oliver and the little boy was not going to be easy , but I t hought it would be better coming from me.