Ellie Dunston She crept in. A ghostly silence hung in the air. There was very little light in the room, it was as if you were looking through very dark sunglasses. With every tip-toe the floorboards squeaked like mice. A ruthless, psychopath with only one thing on her mind …. Murder.
She slowly lowered her backpack from her shoulder. She drew out a murderous machine. A knife with some much power. The meat cleaver. She crept cautiously even closer to her victim. The room was eerily silent. There lay a double bed in the middle of the room, and lying inside the bed( fast asleep) washer ex, Damon. SHe reached the side of the bed, where she stopped and stared at Damon for the last time. Or so she thought. She lifted the meat cleaver and with 1 almighty swoosh, hit Damon. A stream of blood came gushing out. Damon got engulfed in a pool of his own blood. A waterfall of ruby, red blood streamed off the side of the bed. Then she ran away, with not even a glance back.
There was a knock at the door this morning. Of course Sherlock jumped to his feet and answered it. He never had any certersey to ask me. If you didn’ t know already, Im John Watson, Sherlock’ s partner n crime. Anyway enough about me, back to the story. The door creaked as it opened. To our surprise, it was a client. But not like any I’ d seen before... no. This one was different. He had a ghostly white face, bloodshot eyes and was shaking uncontrollably. I’ d noticed his thumb was wrapped up with a blood red, ragged piece of cloth.
So he came in and we sat him down. Sherlock( by this time) was already examining him. Probably solved it by now anyway.“ So how did this happen?” Sherlock said inquisitively.“ I.. I.. I have now clue.” Damon said shakingly.“ So we have nothing to go on now Sherlock.” I said very confused. By this time Sherlock was out the door. We found out that he woke up and he was surrounded in blood. He had realised his thumb had vanished. He had no idea. What happened? Where had it gone? Who had done it?
So we decided to leave the client here and we went to his house. We took the car and by this point Sherlock was already saying all the possible culprits and suspects. The house was a bloody, gruesome crime scene.