“We have
nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Friday the
13th #quote *
Today Grandma
came over and much fun was had. Also I found out that thing you
wanted to know but I forgot, sorry. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Figures
And The Old Man
The police
found the body covered by the strangest of things. Thousands and
thousands of little wooden figures. All of them exactly the same. The
police checked to see what brand of toy they were to possibly track
who left them but couldn't find it. The figures could be a strange
obsessive mark to be left by a killer, but a possible one. They'd
seen weirder.
The captain
found the truth which didn't line up to their assumptions. The
“murder weapon”, a carving knife, had stabbed him when he fell
down. They didn't know what kind of weapon it was at first. They only
found more and more of the dolls all over the house. The one with an
unstable mind turned out not to be a series killer, but the poor man
on the floor covered in wooden figures.
The police
talked to the few people who knew the old man. His family died young
from an accident where he was the only one at home. He had a enough
for retirement and went into seclusion. Once a very successful
carpenter of custom furniture he went crazy and depressed and only
made the figures.
Later an officer looked closer at the figures
during evidence examination. They each had a name on them. The
officer investigated on his own and found out that the names were all
of people the old man knew. It seemed that even secluded the old man
didn't forget those he loved and knew.
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