Ok so im going to start a story and whoever posts next continues it, etc, etc. A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, there was a little boy named Dan. Dan liked to play with his toy cars and run outside in the sun. One day, Dan was running outside when a sneaky looking woman drove up next to him. Dan ignored the woman, but the woman kept following him. Eventually Dan got tired and had to stop. The woman stopped her car and got out. "Hey little boy," she said. "Come here. Look what I have for you!" Dan wasn't sure what to do because his mother always said something about talking to strangers, but Dan couldn't remember what it was. He cautiously approached the woman. "Just look in my car and see what you find. I'm sure you'll really like it," she insisted. Dan thought the woman a bit odd, but peered around the door to the woman's car. He gasped when he saw.......
His mother, gagged and bound! Her hair was messy, it's usual plethora of bobby pins and trinkets was badly knocked about like a windy day, and her normally clean and tucked shirt was disheveled. Dirt caked her scraped knees and the ragged edges of her skirt. The woman cackled, and Dan head started to buzz. He thought of the books and toys and stories in his room, full of scary tales of murder and mystery and frightening strangers. (Dan's mother was not very restrictive about Dan's reading materials.) "Mommy!" he cried out, but his voice sounded impossible frail and small bouncing around the inside of the car. His little heart broke at the sight of his unresposive mother, her eyes closed and her body frozen still save the slight rise and fall of her chest. The woman giggled again, a gleeful, mad laughter and Dan felt a bony, foreign hand squeeze his shoulder. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered...
"If you think that's bad, you should see your father...", and the woman pushed Dan onto the curb. With a screech of rotating tires, the car was out of sight. Several minutes passed by. Dan was confused, frightened and had no idea what to do. In a breath of inspiration for one so young, Dan ran into the house, grabbed the Yellow pages, and looked for help when an advertisement caught his eye. It simply said: Travis Wolff, P.I. Ph (04) 9894 2583 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “And that’s what happened, Mr. Wolff. Please, you need to find my parents.†Dan pleaded. “Please, call me Travis.†I said to the dishevelled sounding boy on the phone. It was a cold, windy, but sunny Monday. The kind of windy cold that chills passions, freezes hope, and turns the local stray dog into some sort of dogsicle. It’s the kind of cold that keeps clients away. That’s why I was so startled when opportunity came through the phone and ushered in a boy. He told me about What happened. Sounded desperate. I cancelled all my appointments for that day, and got into my Chevy Nova, towards where the incident happened.
I then realized I was almost running on empty, "Shoot, gas must be almost $5 a gallon...", oh well just going to have to make it, as I sped up to arrive to the boy as fast as possible. When I arrived to his house, I notice the boy cowering in the corner, and I noticed several windows shattered, must be the psycho's entering point. I put in a call to the local P.D., and told them be here A.S.A.P. As I looked on the counter there was a note, scribbed in what looked to be blood the note read...
They know. I stared at the note for several minutes, instantly coming to the conclusion that the victim had written the note before she lost consciousness. I was shaken from my thoughts as I heard the sound of another car pulling into the driveway. I looked through the open doorway, half expecting the psychopath to be returning but was relieved when it was just the cops. I checked the time on my watch and whistled soundlessly. They arrived fast. The police cast me a wary look but quickly calmed down when I showed them my own badge. Seeing as how the little boy was still crying his eyes out in the corner, it was up to me to retell the tale. I opened my mouth to began when suddenly, the phone rang... Spoiler Side note: This has QUICKLY turned into a first-person mystery story, and if someone thinks they can turn it around... good luck o_o