Murderer mystery story I wrote for a class :) The Somber Party By [Haven] Rain spattered against the mystical manor that found its home deep in the thick forest of captivating beauty. A panicked cry erupted from Lena Catcher’s bedroom. A place formerly given such a joyful energy was now spoiled with an aura of gloom. Mckenzie Catcher, eldest of the Catcher siblings, sprinted out while clutching her hand to her chest. “Lena is dead!” exclaimed the soft voiced woman who found that she herself was about to faint out of pure horror. She had already gone through so much- it was heartbreaking to see her in such distress. She scampered wildly away from the site of the murder and found the phone with such panic that the rest of her family began slinking out of the shadows, with burgeoning curiosity. She dialed and held the phone up to her ear. “Yes hello-!” Only hours later did the duo arrive, with eager spirits that could not be diminished despite the dark manner of their job. The job that must be done. The tall woman named Aphrodite Finn knocked three times on the ornate wooden door that stood only slightly taller than her. Her companion stood beside her, their blue eyes gazing up into her own brown ones. The door was opened by an older lady, maybe of around 80 years, give or take. Greetings were given, and they entered the home. It was large. The ceiling towered above the people inside. Cowered in corners, cowered on the couch and holding each other for comfort. It was a shock. The prized princess of the family- dead. Gone. Aliven’t. It was understandably traumatizing, especially for such a large family. Aphrodite dipped her head towards the grieving family. She noticed a woman in the corner, donned in a yellow and blue threaded maid’s dress. “Good morning, Catchers. I’m here to investigate the-” “The death of our dearest? Yes, we know,” an old man interjected. She was cut off, which annoyed her, yet she kept her polite nature. “I’ll be interviewing you all, and taking notes,” she chirped. Skipper, her handy assistant, retrieved a chair for her, and she sat down. The day before had been the beginning of a family reunion. One that was intended to be calm and a positive experience for the grandchildren and the adults to get along. However, that had clearly gone awry. Aphrodite began writing in her simple, black writing. The subjects of investigation began speaking. She discovered that Mckenzie Catcher was divorced, so her ex-husband would not be questioned. The three younger children were not to be investigated, either. Micheal, Delilah and Benjamin were 10, 7 and 2 respectively, therefore too young to even have the concept of murdering their aunt. Irene Catcher 81 Ornithologist Wife of Thomas, mother of Mckenzie, James and Lena Thomas Catcher 76 Watchmaker Husband of Irene, father of Mckenzie, James and Lena Mckenzie Catcher 34 Baker Daughter of Irene and Thomas, ex-wife of Orion Dart, mother of William William Dart 16 Student, 11th grade Child of Mckenzie Catcher and Orion Dart James Catcher 29 Stay-at-home father Son of Irene and Thomas, husband of Mia, father of Micheal, Delilah and Benjamin Mia Catcher 27 Seamstress Wife of James, mother of Micheal, Delilah and Benjamin Matthew Gardener 24 Gardener (ironic) Fiancé of Lena Sophia Clark 25 Maid Very close with Matthew Those who won’t be investigated: Lena Catcher (The deceased, ballerina) Orion Dart (Mckenzie’s ex-husband, William’s father, ???) Micheal, Delilah and Benjamin Catcher (James and Mia’s children, 10 and younger) The notes had been taken, as they sat on the plush couch of a strawberry red hue. Aphrodite’s writing, in simple black calligraphy, listed all of the names of the ones who needed to be investigated. The two of them were led into the site of the murder. A dreadful site it truly was. Lena was covered by a blanket (a quick thought to try and help her despite the fact she was clearly long gone). Her mouth was left ajar. She had a stab wound in the stomach, gorey and thick blood oozing down. Her pale pink, silky nightgown was drenched in the substance. The pink was covered in glitter, which then traveled its way into the blood. That somehow made it feel more… gruesome and melancholy. It was truly a gorey scene to behold. Skipper, a small being with a weak stomach, found that they felt faint and leaned against the wall. They averted their gaze, narrowing their eyes to avoid the sickening feeling and realization of death. The likelihood was that the murderer was in that very room. A terrifying suspicion told them that, yes, the person was indeed in the room. Who, though? Both Aphrodite and Skipper left the room in silence. Aphrodite and Skipper’s eyes met each other. She dipped her head. “Let’s do this, shall we?”
“Yeah, we got this,” they said as a response. They began investigating just outside the room that the murder had happened in, in a hallway. A sudden exclamation came from Skipper. Eyes of sapphire glowed with a terrified appearance of the ocean. Aphrodite tilted her head that was covered in the reddish orange, flaming colored hair. She scurried over, and found that they were crouched beside a ripped off piece of cloth with the thread half undone. The cloth itself was a soft, sunshine yellow color while the thread was pale blue. Aphrodite picked it up with trembling hands, and examined it. “Aight, one clue… now, do we know what clothes people were wearing last night?” Aphrodite said while slowly turning to her trusty sidekick. They slowly shook their head, then paused and tilted it. “Ooooh I’m not sure but we can ask!!!” Skipper said, scampering away in search of some other person to ask. When they found someone, they rushed back to Aphrodite in such panicked speed, it was mildly alarming. The person of whom they had brought was Mia Catcher. Mia Catcher, wife of James Catcher, mother of three children, sister-in-law of the deceased. Also a seamstress. She had designed the outfits last night, as they were supposedly going out for a fancy dinner. All of them. She curtseyed politely to the two interesting people, detective and sidekick, and then was questioned “Who wore a dress of this color and thread?” “A couple of people. Mainly those who don’t have the Catcher last name, since Mama Irene and Papa Thomas highly value those in this house with that last name. And all their children still have it. The ones who didn't were William, Matthew, Sophia and Lena herself since the wedding was quite close to occurring. She would’ve been Lena Gardener. Those with the last name had yellow with red thread or detail,” she said. Seems she had the answer prepared. “Well then… so it’s likely one of those three?” “Maybe. Or, you know, they could’ve ripped it by accident and it may not be a clue.” “That’s always the question,” Aphrodite mumbled. “Well. I’m quite sure you can ask around,” Mia commented, her eyebrow lifting to communicate her confusion. Skipper tilted their head and blurted a response, “As much as that would simplify things, if the person who the cloth ripped off of saw that their piece of clothing ripped, wouldn’t they pick it up? Wouldn’t they notice? Even if not in the moment…… I could be wrong, ya’ know. But… Aphrodite, what do ya’ say?” “I mean, I agree,” the gorgeous lady replied. “But do you suppose it might help to ask them?” “I think we should look around more, first,” Skipper bounced up from their seat and grabbed Aphrodite’s hand enthusiastically. So, they searched the room where it happened. And they discovered a frozen watch at 2:36 am. The official time of her death, as it had a stab in the center. To stop it, they assumed. Aphrodite picked it up and examined it quietly, her silent gaze turning towards her small companion. A person she so lovingly adored. Were they being put in danger? Goodness, she hoped not. She couldn’t take the thought of that. She truly couldn’t. “Hey, Aphrodite…” Skipper whispered, noticing something upon the carpet. Dark splotches that splattered and formed a trail of blood… and glitter. They glanced over towards each other, fear framing their eyes. It was so blatantly obvious, and yet they had missed it. They were led away and down a hallway dressed in darkness. Skipper gave a small whimper and reached towards Aphrodite’s cold hand. It wound its way through the depths of the mansion- which was much larger than either of them had comprehended. Then they found themselves in a gloomy bedroom. It had brooms strewn across the walls. They were all shapes and sizes. Downy, smooth, straw-like. Long and short. Skipper narrowed their eyes. Aphrodite, however, found her eyes traveling towards an open journal that had the very same gruesome blood covering its open pages. She took it and read it. Then again. And then once aloud, for Skipper to hear. 8/13 Dear Diary, I just killed my best friend’s fiancé. She deserved it, with the way she treated him. Like a dog, that’s how it was. Absolutely horrible of her. And death was her punishment. I can’t even imagine them being married for longer than a year, with the horrible chemistry they shared. And I’d have to watch that? Hah. Plus!! She herself treated me horribly as well. I did her chores, I did everything for her. She accused me of everything. She made fun of and bullied me. She had it coming. As the blood oozes from her body, I indulge in the sweet taste of revenge. The Best Of Luck, Dearest Detectives Sophia Clark That’s when the creaking came from the doorway. A soft noise of creeping and a grab at Skipper’s hand. Sophia. The maid was dressed in black now, unlike her former attire. (continued in comments)
