The Mystery of the Stalker._Dumpster Drivers_The Apple Orchard_House of the Dead
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The Mystery of the Stalker.
Today something remarkable happened. I have always been fortunate, but today it looks as if my luck is running out. For instance, in the morning I was going to school when I found a car wrecked in our trash. I thought it was a coincidence, but later I found something unusual in my locker. A dead rat, but there was a sketchy guy in all black I saw out of the corner of my eye. Then I thought about the trash can. The trash can incident then popped into my head. It is just connecting the dots. When I realized it might stalk me at first, I was very flattered. Why would anyone stalk me? Then it just...
Dumpster Drivers
Dumpster DriversPatsy peeked out her blinds and grabbed her notebook. Shwww.onedoor.cce watched the dumpster every night to make sure that people from other neighborhoods weren’t using the dumpsters. There had not been enough room in the dumpster for all the residents of the condo community to put their trash. And there were various and sundry rumors about strangers using the dumpster and or walking through the neighborhood at night. Patsy was determined to catch someone. She felt a rush of adrenalin when she saw a gray car pull up. Someone jumped out of the car and put a Patsy grabbed her pen to write dow...
The Apple Orchard
Malcolm Philip Harkness III woke on a warm, early-May morning of his ninety-first year to the sweet, delicate fragrance of millions of apple blossoms. But even before he opened his eyes, besides counting his blessings, he also pondered a dilemma.This time of year, mornings were still dark at 5 a.m., but on this day a rare cosmic peculiarity caused a false dawn to light up the sky to the east. Nevertheless, Malcolm was not quick to leave his bed as he usually did.He had rested deeply and well and, as usual, he had woken before the alarm. He had slept with a window open since he had been a chil...
House of the Dead
"What in my name are these imbecilic decorations?"Cheap trinkets hung from the ceiling. Golden globes with a nuclear amount of glitter, red and white scythes that were far too blunt to qualify as weapons, and cardboard cutouts of reindeers, snowflakes, and what seem to be little garden gnomes. An awful waft filled the air which the Housemaster recognised as some rotten mixture of gingerbread (he hated sweet), peppermint (he hated fresh), and chestnut (this one was fine).Red, red, and red all around. Given, the House was red by default thanks to its sanguine banners and crimson carpeting, not t...