The Nightmare!

I pushed open the old creaky door and looked inside. What a sight met my eyes!

Old clothes strewn all around, photo frames and glass pieces scattered all over the floor, and a "GOODBYE - MR ELLIS WILSON" written in bold.

A 23 year old woman was suspended by a rope around the neck from the attic. It was a horrifying scene!

Another woman lay there, we checked, she was alive, probably just passed out due to shock.

It was later on she realised she was in the hospital, being questioned by, me.

"I didn't do it" the woman said. "Emma was my closest friends, we were together since school. I would never do that do her" She said with her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Miss Ava Lane, it would be better for you if you answered my questions truthfully" I said

Agent Dale, You may ask as many question you like, but my answer would not change. 

I gave it a thought and then said " I'll see you in a while Miss Lane. "

I went on to ask a few neighbours about Emma's daily routines, and that's when a person told me about an 'Ellis Wilson' who recently shifted in a house in the next lane.

The road was deserted, there were hardly 2-3 houses I could see.

I knocked on the door and young man of about 24, appeared in front of me. "Mr. Ellis Wilson?" I asked...

"Yes, may I help you?" He said while shutting the door. "Nothing in particular Mr. Wilson, you see I am reporter, I am writing a story on the incident that happened in the previous lane 2 nights before. Just want your thoughts on it"

"Ahh! the woman you mean, Emma. Nice woman she was, she helped me a lot when I first shifted here. As far as I know her, she wasn't the kind of woman who would commit suicide. Pity, she died so young"

"Thank You, Mr. Wilson. It was great talking to you." I said.

The day passed, and then at around 7 in the morning I got a call. I reached and was surprised to see - Mr. Ellis Wilson had passed away, same way as Emma, and more surprisingly with the same message "GOODBYE - MR ELLIS WILSON" 

I again asked the neighbours of the next to next lane. I knocked on one door and asked "Mr. Ellis Wilson?."

"Yes, may I help you?" He said!