The Hurricane walked around the room, his mask tugging at his hair. It was a masquerade party, the biggest of the year at USM. He paused to go into the coatroom and grab a sweater, and deafening shots rang out.
GhostieGal anylyzed the scene, Shakes, Kaylee, and Joshie not too far behind. Hurricane was lying face-down on top of a few coats, covered now with a dark liquid. She nudged Joshie. "Josh, I can't believe this! Hurricane was well known and well liked, and he was helpful as heck. Who has a motive?" Josh looked bewhildered. "I don't know, sis. I just don't know." Suddenly, BadGirl burst thru the door. "Ma'am, this is a crime scene, please step away." said Kaylee, calmly. BadGirl was in tears. "Hurricane! Omigosh! Hurricane! What happened... I love you, Hurricane!" She had to be dragged away by two annoyed-looking security guards. "What was THAT all about?" remarked Ghostie. Kaylee sighed and replied heavily, "BadGirl. His girlfriend. She really loved him. Still does. I don't know if she understands." Joshie interupted. "What is THIS?" He picked up a paper that had been tucked under the folds of Hurricane's mask. He read, "ASHES to ashes, dust to dust, MORPHIng from love to pure death's lust. Signed, Killer and Co." Ghostie bit her lip. "That's pretty sick. Who's loved him before BadGirl? I just have a feeling it's not her." Kaylee chipped in, "Well, I think that Cujo has had affliations with him in that department. Shall I bring her in for questioning?" Ghostie nodded, and they all parted in seperate ways from the crime scene.
*Note- This is not true, and most of it has not been based on reality, things like girlfriends and boyfriends, situations, etcetra, though I think the personalities are correct. LOL have fun and Part 2 will come, REPLY! GG aka PWTC You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 51285 ( Click here )
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