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The Death Of A Man

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He Who Goes Unknown

It was a dark, cold morning, around two or three, when a piercing scream was heard from within a woods. It was the scream of a man, and it would be the last sound he ever made before his very unfortunate death. The man would never be seen again by anyone who tried to search, unless they were smart enough to search for every tiny clue left behind. It was now six in the morning when the sun shined through Arthur’s window. His phone rang, which caused him to wake. He blindly reached over to the table beside his bed, picking up the phone before he answered it, sitting up in his bed.
“Hello?...”
A shaky voice replied to his answer.
“Yes, hello. I need your help, and I need it now. Someone broke into our house and …show more content…

I just want you to help me find my brother, please!”
Arthur sighed.
“Could you tell me where you live? I am sure I could investigate and try to see who broke in.”
“Of course. I live down Maple Street. House number is 880.”
“I see. That should be nearby. I will arrive as soon as I can.”
“Thank you so much.”
And with that, Arthur hung up the phone, placing it on the table once again. He made his way out of bed, and began to get dressed as quickly as he could, and ran a brush through his hair to tame it somewhat. His own brother, Allistair, woke due to the noise Arthur made.
“Another case?...”
“Yes. Someone’s brother went missing when a stranger broke into their house. I am going to investigate, as usual. I am sorry, but I have no time to chit-chat. I must go.”
Arthur then grabbed up a briefcase, threw on a coat, and took off outside, giving his older brother no time to ask any more questions.
“I suppose I could walk there… His house should not be far if the given address was correct.”
Arthur began to walk down the street, looking at the signs with street names until he found Oak Street. He then began to look at all the different houses, looking for one with the number 880. Not much later, he found the house, and walked up to the door, knocking on the door with his fist. No answer, He knocked a little harder and someone finally answered.
“You must be Arthur… Please, do come inside. My son is waiting for you in the living room.”
A man stood before

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