Friday, January 17, 2014


     Farther up the hill stood Leanne Parker’s house, which could be seen from the road through the tall trees surrounding her property. She was a murder mystery writer, famous for her intricate and bloody murder plots. Her house was square-shaped, built from dark wood, and windowless. Every day, lines of crows perched on the flat tin roof to watch over the house and whoever dared to pass by.
     Todd understood that Leanne was harmless, even though she frightened most people with her dark sense of humor. She loved tragedies and horror stories. She’d picked an appropriate place to live, since Oasis had its own morbid history. Her unsympathetic and aloof manner alienated her from many people, and he believed that was what had caused her to retreat from society.