The Investigators, Inc. Secret Of Lonely Road. Chapter 2.

“Didn’t the owner’s say they stayed here for a while?”, asked Kat, “this place doesn’t look like it’s had visitors in years.” “Yes, you have a point there,” I said, “however, the owner’s never said how long they stayed out here, they might have just come to look at the place, something odd happened and scared them away.” “That’s possible,” replied Calanthe, “but I sure don’t like the looks of this place, looks more like a haunted house than a country mansion.” Meow,meow.=That enough for me, we leave now. “No Muffin, we are not leaving until we find out what’s going on out here,” I said, “now, let’s clean up the kitchen first and then do some talking about this case.”

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“Good idea,” said Kat, so she and Calanthe went at it right away and had it cleaned up in no time. Then they cooked our dinner and we sat down to eat and talk. I brought out a charger and plugged in a scrambler. “Does that really work?”, asked Calanthe. “Yes, sure does, but only if there are listening devices hidden in the room,” I said, “someone could still listen in to our conversations in a more traditional way. Okay, the original owners were wealthy and built this place in 1930, then in 1960 they hung themselves even though everything seemed to be going well with them.” “But they had no money in the bank or investments of any kind,” added Kat, “that seems odd for someone who is supposedly wealthy.”

“Not really,” I said, “a lot of people, especially from that time period, the 1930s, did not trust banks. A lot of banks failed in the depression years and people lost their money because of it. So many people hid their money at home, sometimes in easy to find locations, other times in very unique locations that became lost over time because the owners died before telling anyone where they hid the money.” “That could be what happened here,” said Calanthe. “Very true,” I said, “and there may be people looking for that money now and they are scaring others away. Simple really.” “That’s no fun if it’s going to be that easy,” said Kat. Then Calanthe screamed, “there’s someone at the window!”

No one listen to me, we all going to die.

I quickly ran out the door, but there was no one in sight. I went over to the window. With that old rose bush right there it would be difficult for anyone to get near the window. I went back inside and told the girls. “But I saw a face right up at the window!”, said Calanthe. So I took everyone out there to show how impossible it would be to get close to the window. “Well, a ghost could do it,” said Calanthe stubbornly, “I saw a face!” “Perhaps it was just the wind blowing the rose bush around and because of what we were talking about you just thought it looked like a face,” I suggested. Oh, the look she gave me right then! Meow,meow.=It ghost, that enough proof for me, we pack up and leave now. “No Muffin, we stay and get this figured out,” I said. Meow,meow=And we all end up ghosts. “Wow, such a huge sigh,” said Kat.

“Let’s go pick out a couple of bedrooms for the night while it’s still daylight. The top floor was only partially fixed up and was a self contained suite with 2 bedrooms, just perfect for us, so we all set out cleaning the place while the cats searched things thoroughly for anything that might look suspicious, but they found nothing. Off we went to bed and it sure didn’t take long to arrive at dreamland. The girls had one bedroom and the cats and I took the other. At 1am there was a loud and horrible scream! The girls came bursting through the door and jumped into bed with us, terrified! “There’s something in that bedroom,” said Kat nervously. “Okay, put Muffin’s backpack on”, and I strapped M.C.’s on him, “Muffin will stay with you here and Mr. Cat will come with me.”

Must remember to grow longer legs somehow.

Meow.=Maybe I should stay with girls too, more protection. “No, I need you with me,” I said. Meow.=Why I so indie possible? “You mean indispensable,” I said. Meow.=That what I just say. Once in the room I tell Mr. Cat to check under the bed. Meow?=Why me? “Because you’re small and close to the floor,” I said. Meow=Must remember to grow longer legs somehow. Off he went under the bed while I searched the walls with my flashlight. Suddenly M.C. was wrapped around my leg, claws and all!

To Be Continued.

Β©2021 Steve McLeod.

40 Comments on “The Investigators, Inc. Secret Of Lonely Road. Chapter 2.

  1. Be on guard everyone ! There are probably some secret rooms behind the walls ! The cats might be able to spot them ! πŸ•΅οΈβ€β™‚οΈπŸ”¦πŸ™€πŸ™€

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    • Yes, we will have to take a better look around in the morning. Something strange is going on.πŸ€”πŸ™€πŸ™€πŸ‘©πŸ‘©

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