The Case of the Deadly Dreams

Night 1 There he was laying on the kitchen floor. Next to him was the cast iron frying pan. But what happened? Who could have done this? I was sleeping; did I hear something?  Barefooted, I ran toward the front door in my nightgown. It was still locked. Confused, I scurried around the house lookingContinue reading “The Case of the Deadly Dreams”