stolen and murdered

stolen and murdered

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On the 21st february 2017, Adrian Gunner (aka my grandfather) unexpectedly dies. The doctors and my mum say it was due to cancer but me and my sisters think different, we think he was murdered.
But at the funeral when an unfamiliar girl shows up demanding her share of the will, the girls get even more suspicious.
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Summary

On the 21st february 2017, Adrian Gunner (aka my grandfather) unexpectedly dies. The doctors and my mum say it was due to cancer but me and my sisters think different, we think he was murdered.
But at the funeral when an unfamiliar girl shows up demanding her share of the will, the girls get even more suspicious.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The mysterious girl

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 29, 2017

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Stolen And Murdered

Chapter 1

 

“We are here today to pay our respect to Adrian Gunner, a loving father, husband and friend to many. He will truly missed by all of us. May God grant him peace.”

As the priest went on about Adrian Gunner, my grandad, I couldn’t help but think how unexpected his death was. Just yesterday he was lively and full of energy which was kind of weird for a 76 year old. You’d expect him to sleep, play poker, sit down in a rocking chair all day (No offence), but my grandad was different.

“He wasn’t meant to die so soon,” my mother, Pat, cried into her arms whispering, “I’ll miss you dad, why’d you have to leave?”

“Good riddance,” Lexy, my sister mutters to herself.

“Shut up, mum’ll hear you!” says Jessie, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Ouch! Alright, woman!”

I point toward the bushes, “who’s that girl?”

Lexy looks around, “which girl?”

“That one there by the bushes.”

“I don’t see anyone, Mellisa.” says Jessie.

“Neither do I,” agrees Lexy. Well that’s a first.

“She’s right over there, behind us now.”

But by the time we all turn around, the mysterious girl disappeared from sight instead we watch as mum walks towards us.

“Come on girls, let’s go…” she sighs, fresh tears forming in her once bright blue eyes.

Once back at home Jessie and Lexy race after one another, screaming, whilst i follow mum, wanting answers until-

“What are you doing here?” mum sneers. Who she talking to?

“I’m here for my share of the will, Pat,” an unfamiliar voice replies.

Mum laughs, “what are you talking about, you’re not even mentioned in the will!”

“Sure, I believe you after all I was the favourite daughter and you were always  jealous of me,” the girl fires back, snobbily.

Shocked, I whisper,“I never knew mum had a sister.”

Mum laughs evilly, “is that why you weren’t mentioned in the will, favourite daughter?” Silence stretches in the kitchen. “There’s nothing here for you, go back to where you came from, perhaps the dump?”

“We’ll see about that, you always keep things in the attic so it’ll be there, right?”

“Pfft...Good luck finding that.”

Quickly, I run upstairs just in time to hear the click clacking of the girls heels on the wooden floor, strutting towards the door. Suddenly she looks up, her piercing green eyes looking right at me, an evil smirk takes over her delicate features before she’s gone, slamming the door behind her.

Did she see me?

Wait! She’s the weird girl from the funeral. I gotta go tell Lexy and Jess. I think, dashing off to my room.

 

Meanwhile, in the living room, Lexy and Jessie gossip.

“What’s up Jess?” Lexy asks, laying on the floor.

Kicking her legs in the air, Jess replies, “Nothing much.”

“Well, guess what?”

“What?”

“Grandad never died from cancer, apparently.”

“Yeah right, and I’m an alien from outer space.” Jess rolls her eyes.

“No, I’m serious.”

Confusion takes over her features, “then why’d he die?”

“He was murdered.”

“How’d you know?”

“It said it on the hospital files,” Lexy shrugs.

“I don’t believe  you. Mum and the doctor said he died of cancer.”

“Think about it Jess. If grandad had cancer, do you really think he would’ve been so energetic, not in the hospital, never ill or pale. Obviously something else happened but they don’t want us to know about it. It makes sense that he was murdered, but the question is, why?”

“That’s true, yeah it does make sense, he was killed. How though?”

“It said in the files that he was…”

Beep. Beep.

Lexy opens the messages and shows it to Jess after reading it.

“Meet me upstairs?” asks Jess out loud.

“Shh!” Lexy scolds as mum walk past, “idiot.”

“Let’s go,” whispers Jess.

And together they made their way upstairs towards their sisters room as quietly as they could. But for weird some reason, Jessie couldn’t help but feel that they were being watched, however every time she turned around, no one was to be found.

Knock...Knock...

“Who is it?” I call out.

“It’s me and Lexy,” a muffled voice comes through.

I unlock the doors, ushering them inside, “did anyone follow you up?”

“Nope just us,” Lexy answers, whilst I double check the hallways, before locking the doors again.

“Good, good.”

“So, what did you want to tell us?”

“Keep your voices down!”

“So?” prompts Jess.

Silence fills the air as we sit crossed legged on the floor.

“Did you guys see the weird girl at the funeral?” I question.

“What weird girl?” asks Lexy.

I roll my eyes, “the one i showed you.”

“I didn’t see her.”

“Neither did I. i mean only friends and family were invited,” Jess points out.

“That’s the thing, she is mums sister.”

Lexy furrows her eyebrows and pouts, “mum doesn’t have a sister.”

“Clearly she never told us about her. Anyway she was wearing a black veil and net hat stood by the bushes,” I explain.

“Nope, never saw her,” Jess says, popping the ‘p’

Concerned, Lexy asks, “are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re seeing things.”

Suddenly, anger and irritation surges through my veins. “No, I’m not. You’re just not observant,” I snap. “Anyway, I saw her in the kitchen just now arguing with mum. She says she wants her share of the will and-”

Confused, Lexy asks, “what will?”

I stare at her, dumbfounded. What will? How can she ask ‘what will?’ How can she be related to me? She’s so dumb. “Are you really that stupid?”

Shrugging, she asks sheepishly, “so what will?”

I shake my head, “and they say you're the eldest. Y’know, grandad’s will? Inheritance? Money? Ring a bell?”

“Oh, that will,” she laughs.

“Yes, that will.”

“What about it?” Jess interjects, fed up.

“Gosh! The weird girl wants her share of the will, mum said she wasn’t mention in there then the girl said-”

“So, where’s the stuff?” Lexy interrupts.

Annoyed, I shout “ let me finish! Then the girl said that she was the favourite daughter and that mum was always jealous of her. Apparently, the stuffs in the attic.”

“Let’s go find it then!” we say in unison before bursting into fits of laughter.

Up in the attic, me Lexy and Jessie split up in search of the will.

“It’s so dark in here!” Lexy mutters.

“No shit Sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” Jess replies sarcasticly.

“That’s good I told you then, isn’t it? Don’t want you thinking you’re going blind now.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Your life doesn’t make sense.”

“Shut it, both of you, we’re going to get caught!” I interrupt their bickering.

After moments of silence besides the shuffling of boxes, i broke it.

“I give up! I can’t find it anywhere! It’s meant to be here.” I say, walking to Lexy.

“Er...Guys I think i found the will!” exclaims Jess.

Both me and LExy look at each other before dashing towards Jess.

“Let me see!” Lexy says as she tries to snatch the book off Jess. Key word being tries.

“Wait!”

“I want to see!”

I sigh, “Jess put it in the middle, please.”

“Fine,” she agrees.

“Does it say where the stuff is?”

“Wait a minute,” I reply.

“It says that-”

We were all so busy reading, that no one paid attention to the sound of the door opening until…

Cough...Cough

Surprised, we all turn around, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. There stood by the door was the weird girl from the funeral.

An evil smirk takes over her features as she lift the hun, “curiosity killed the cat.”

BANG!


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