The Woods (Or The InExplicable Murder Mystery That Happened Over The Course of a Few Days)

Ella Bismol lives in Overthebrook, a very small town. When A string of strange deaths start to happen it sets the town on edge, and Ella realizes that all the deaths circulated around the woods. She sets it upon herself, with the help of a local newspaper reporter-Ezrah Stone to find out how and why they died.

(the dates of when the chapters were written is because its for the nanowrimo competition where you write something and have a chapter a day with 100 words per day)


24. 23: Isaac Wilhelm the 9th -written 11/25/15

Ezrah knocked on the menacing and surprisingly shiny door hesitantly. He grimaced as he heard faintly the knock, as it echoed through out the large house.There was some shuffling and the door opened and in the door way, stood a tall, wrinkled and grey man. Large tufts of hair poked out of his head unattractively and hid some bald spots. He was hunched over and had a large hook nose along with age spots, his lips seemed to be forever in a scowl.

"What'r you doing?" he said, his voice was gruff and scratchy as if he hadn't spoken in a long time- which he probably hadn't. "Private property?" Ella thought that he sounded like a pirate. 

"Umm..." Ezrah hesitated a moment, "We're here to talk to you about the Woods- and the deaths?" Wilhelm scowled. 

"Private property." He said again. "Those corpses don't have nothing to do with my Woods."

"Are you sure?" Ezrah asked. Wilhelm glared at him, his large, dark and wrinkly eyes seemed to penetrate the skin and look into the soul- in an entirely creepy way. Ella shivered again. "We're with the paper." 

"Do I look like I make jokes?" Wilhelm grounded out. Ella glanced behind Wilhelm at his large house. The wall she could see was painted crimson with black triangles all over it and there was a large, black, marble staircase. Ella wondered how such an old man could do it everyday. 

"How long have you owned the woods?" Ezrah asked, ignoring Wilhelm's last remark. 

 "Since I was a boy of 5."

"And that was...?"

"A long time ago." Wilhelm said. Scowling even more it seemed. Ella leaned over to Ezrah. 

"He's 90." She stage whispered and Wilhelm responded with one of his eyes twitching in annoyance. It slightly delighted Ella. "85 long years ago. He's suuupppeeerrr old." The side of Ezrahs lips twitched up in a concealed smile. 

"Leave." Wilhelm said gruffly and slammed the door on their faces. When the door was closed, Ezrah burst out laughing,  folding in half and smacking his knees in amusement.

"Suuuuppeeeerrrr old." he imitated as they walked back to his car. 

"Suiperrrr." Ella grinned. 



"Get in the car." He said, playfully and Ella obeyed. 

"Age doesn't make things better." She noted as they drove away. 

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