A Peek Of Prediction

The day was cold and dull as I woke up to the sound of ambulance and the police. There was a big hustle going on in front of Mrs.Mae’s house. I was mind blown as long as I knew Mrs.Mae never spoke to anyone, she wasn’t friendly to anyone.

Only the one’s who were so brave entered her yard. Being an agent of EPA [environment protection agency] I went to investigate “Hey,Tarrie,what’s the hustle all about,eh?”I asked my neighbour Tarrie

“Oh didn’t you hear Mrs.Mae passed away! Oh, poor lady there ain’t an actual cause of her death!” Tarrie commented. No actual cause! ‘Come on,an old lady of seventy four, who would kill her?’ I thought. Anyway good case to investigate. I went in the house it was pale, the walls all grey,curtains grey everything different shades of grey!

I went to her bedroom were the body was found no evidence. While I was searching the room I fell hitting a leg of her bed and I fell. I looked under her bed there was a box under it “ All officers, investigators, other people OUT!” I grabbed it and rushed out. Later the same day when I returned from work I opened the box a lot of dust came out of it there were photos, letter’ and a diary.

I looked through everything I took a back, she was the shining, singing glory Ms.Gala Mae! Now mostly some other singer must have killed her. A pop at my window I looked a woman! Huh!Mrs.Mae! “I didn’t do anything! Spare me Mrs.Mae! Spare me!” “What is the matter with you?”

I opened my eyes “Oh, I thought you were someone else” “Yes you will!” says my mother . The day was dull and cold and there was a big hustle in front of Mrs.Mae’s house……..