In the town of Rosefield, a murder mystery lingers. They say that the old house on Winnipeg Lane is haunted. Legends surround Mrs.Mackpot’s old house. A 76 year old lady who lived alone in the house, her husband having died 4 years earlier from who knows what, many people actually felt sorry for her. That was until the beast came. The story goes that she was in the house one day cooking dinner when she heard a rustle behind her. Turning around she saw a hideous beast, half lion and half tiger. She screamed so loud that half the neighborhood heard her. That was the last they heard of her.
The next day the police arrived to find her dead body lying on the ground and no evidence of the beast having been there. Since then the story has been twisted and turned so much that no one’s really sure how it began or ended. One thing's for sure though, no matter who tells the story one detail has never changed. Nearly all of the versions of the story include a half lion and half tiger beast. Many a man has tried and failed to solve the mystery of who really killed Mrs. Mackpot.
As far as anyone knows Mrs. Mackpot had no relatives and no friends plus the only people who knew her that well at all were her neighbors who had also been mysteriously killed the very same day. 10 years later a young detective by the name of Arnold Mcfinn came to the town of Rosefield to try to see if he could solve the mystery. The folks there muttered to each other:
“If the best detectives and policemen couldn't solve the mystery what makes him think he can?”
“He’s only 13! Who does he think he is Sherlock Holmes?”
“If I were him I would go right back to where I came from and leave this mystery unsolved or who knows what bad luck he might bring to this town if the murder finds out there's another detective after him!”
“If the best detectives and policemen couldn't solve the mystery what makes him think he can?”
“He’s only 13! Who does he think he is Sherlock Holmes?”
“If I were him I would go right back to where I came from and leave this mystery unsolved or who knows what bad luck he might bring to this town if the murder finds out there's another detective after him!”
Arnold however was used to this kind of talk he experienced it wherever he went to solve a mystery, whether it was in his hometown Greenville, his best friend's town Berryville or his mother’s hometown of Huckleberry.
Arnold wasn’t just a regular old detective though he was the best detective this side of London. So on this fine spring day Arnold set off for Winnipeg Lane not knowing what was in store for him. He arrived in front of Mrs Mackpot’s old house and took a moment to look at the hunk of junk in front of him. Mrs Mackpot’s old house which was once the finest house on the street now looked like the wreckage of an old tree.
The roof was caved in, many shingles having fallen out. The front door hung off its hinges and the windows were all shattered, a good sign that some thievery had happened here. Sure enough when Arnold stepped through the front door many expensive furniture and table sets plus some antique relics had vanished from the living room.
Arnold then proceeded to examine the kitchen, the bedrooms and the attic all of which had been trashed as violently as the living room had been been with expensive jewelry and mirrors and dressers having vanished almost into thin air it seemed.
First Arnold examined the place where Mrs. Mackpot had been found dead, the kitchen. He checked every nook and cranny but found not a trace of the murder. As he examined the bedrooms and the attic Arnold didn’t find any trace of the beast that the people so claimed had killed the old woman. Not that he believed these rumors for who had ever seen a beast that was half lion and half tiger in Rosefield?
But as he made the to leave the attic he found tucked hidden inside an old chest a costume of half a lion and a costume of half a tiger. He examined the stitching and found that it was handmade by a person who clearly didn't know how to stitch. So he was right there was no beast just a person wearing a costume!
Ecstatic Arnold then proceeded to search the whole attic but was disappointed as he found nothing. However in Mrs. Mackpot’s bedroom he found tucked behind the dresser was a stack of letters she had written to her favorite author. Apparently she loved his books until he wrote a particularly gruesome one which she disliked so much that she made a review of it on Facebook and it had gone viral. In other words the author lost his job and his money because of Mrs. Mackpot.
An excellent motive Arnold thought. Arnold found his address marked in one of the letters and set off to find the author. He found the author hiding in a secret compartment in his bedroom. He was arrested without a word and Arnold became a hero in the town of Rosefield.
Arnold wasn’t just a regular old detective though he was the best detective this side of London. So on this fine spring day Arnold set off for Winnipeg Lane not knowing what was in store for him. He arrived in front of Mrs Mackpot’s old house and took a moment to look at the hunk of junk in front of him. Mrs Mackpot’s old house which was once the finest house on the street now looked like the wreckage of an old tree.
The roof was caved in, many shingles having fallen out. The front door hung off its hinges and the windows were all shattered, a good sign that some thievery had happened here. Sure enough when Arnold stepped through the front door many expensive furniture and table sets plus some antique relics had vanished from the living room.
Arnold then proceeded to examine the kitchen, the bedrooms and the attic all of which had been trashed as violently as the living room had been been with expensive jewelry and mirrors and dressers having vanished almost into thin air it seemed.
First Arnold examined the place where Mrs. Mackpot had been found dead, the kitchen. He checked every nook and cranny but found not a trace of the murder. As he examined the bedrooms and the attic Arnold didn’t find any trace of the beast that the people so claimed had killed the old woman. Not that he believed these rumors for who had ever seen a beast that was half lion and half tiger in Rosefield?
But as he made the to leave the attic he found tucked hidden inside an old chest a costume of half a lion and a costume of half a tiger. He examined the stitching and found that it was handmade by a person who clearly didn't know how to stitch. So he was right there was no beast just a person wearing a costume!
Ecstatic Arnold then proceeded to search the whole attic but was disappointed as he found nothing. However in Mrs. Mackpot’s bedroom he found tucked behind the dresser was a stack of letters she had written to her favorite author. Apparently she loved his books until he wrote a particularly gruesome one which she disliked so much that she made a review of it on Facebook and it had gone viral. In other words the author lost his job and his money because of Mrs. Mackpot.
An excellent motive Arnold thought. Arnold found his address marked in one of the letters and set off to find the author. He found the author hiding in a secret compartment in his bedroom. He was arrested without a word and Arnold became a hero in the town of Rosefield.
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