It was eight o???clock in the evening. It was dark, misty, scary; a perfect night for a murder. Mr. Gumble was the nicest old man in Tumsville, Australia. He wouldn???t even hurt a fly???. Or would he? Someone was planning a huge murder, and it wasn???t going to be pleasant. Mr. Gumble unfortunately had a very evil daughter, Harriet Gumble. She murders anyone who gets in her way.
Harriet worked at the Chill Caf??, and she knew every single person who went to the caf?? regularly. Mr. Debit, Mrs. Potts, Adam Ramsey, Katy Sieny, Mr. Frazer and Miss Kace where all people who were locals to the Chill Caf??. But, if Harriet murdered anyone out of them, it would have to be Miss. Kace, for she was going to marry Mr. Gumble, and share his money. Harriet wouldn???t be spoilt rotten anymore. And she wouldn???t be the only girl her father loves. So, she decided the only way to get herself out of this, was to remove Miss. Kace from this world.
Mr. Gumble was a bus driver, who had a very old Mercedes Benz convertible. He always wore his goggles and cap whilst driving his convertible so he wouldn???t get sand, flies and rain in his eyes. Harriet thought of a wonderful murder plan one day when she saw her father driving his car wearing the goggles and cap.
Harriet locked her father in his room, tying him to a chair with ropes, so he could never escape. She got some masking tape and plastered it to his face, so he couldn???t cry for help. She grabbed his goggles and cap from the kitchen bench, tied up her red hair in the cap, put on the goggles, and stole her fathers keys and off she went.
Harriet was planning to go up to Miss. Kace???s front door with a ???jar of honey???, but this ???jar of honey??? was actually a jar of bees, which is very deadly to Miss Kace, for she is allergic to bees, and her allergy could kill her.
Harriet happily walked her way to Miss Kace???s house, with the ???jar of the honey???, she slipped her goggles and cap into her pocket, and got ready to see the last of Miss Kace. When Harriet was walking up the driveway to Miss Kace???s front door, she saw a black figure already at Miss Kace???s front door. Better hide, in case they think I am going to murder someone, with that she chuckled to herself, oh wait; I AM going to murder someone. Oh well, better hide anyway. And with that she ducked into the closest bush.
This figure looked like a man; a fit, brown-headed man. Is that Mr.
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