Another day and yet another mystery to solve. My lovely neighbour, Mrs Smiths orange crocodile statue got stolen a few days ago. My dad was telling her about how I’m a “detective” but I’m not a detective I just love solving mystery’s, so she wanted me to investigate. While I was walking up Mrs Smith’s pathway I noticed big wide doors. *knock *knock. she answered the door with a miserable smile almost like she was going to burst into tears. She was talking over and over about the story of how she got her crocodile. she was so heartbroken that within a second she collapsed.
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I was dizzy, my head was throbbing in pain. I fell to the ground in agony, I was surrounded by plants and trees. Blood streaming down from my head. I heard a faint voice from behind me, I was afraid and worried. A creepy old man tried to make me eat something but it didn’t look edible . I just couldn’t eat something so………DISGUSTING.I tried to speak but i couldn’t, it started to get darker as the minutes went by the creepy man left and i was all alone. It started to get more humid,a gust of wind blew in my face as i ran out of the woods.