I looked down at the body of Elizabeth Jenkins. She was covered in blood from head to toe. I didn't show an outward smile. I turned and walked away from her, "3, 2, 1." I counted.

The second the number one left my lips, people started coming out from their houses, going to the market place down the road. I blended into the crowd. A couple seconds later, there were voices screaming. Screaming, "HELP!"


I sighed, I sat down on a comfortable chair, in a comfortable home.

"Ahh, Sherlock's home is so nice." I thought to myself. I looked around and around, "Can't wait to kill him." I set a note on his lamp.

It read,

Hello Sherlock.

The End.

Are you smart enough to find me?

I walked out the front door, unseen, "3, 2, 1." I counted in my head.

Just like before, people came out of their houses towards the market, just like before. I blended into the crowd once again.

It was all part of a master plan.

Oh I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Corpse. At least, thats what I'd like people to call me. I live, for death. I killed Elizabeth Jenkins, for fun. Well sort of. It was all part of the plan.

Of course, you all must be very interested in what my plan is. But if I told you, that would spoil all the fun.

Now isn't the time.

It was time to put my next step into action.

But first I had to get a hold of that Watson fellow.

The End

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