The Detective’s Tale part 1
It was a dark, gloomy night. The shadows seemed to be ambling; the wind seemed to be whispering. There was commotion everywhere- but in one certain house, the commotion was the greatest.
The eight greatest sleuths of all time( besides Sherlock Holmes, Nancy Drew, etc.): Shaheeda Haque, Jawad Tabassum, Noor Al-Falih, Lena Adya, Raneem Omar, Jalal Jawayyed, Ali Al-Falih, and me, Sehar Shaikh. “I’m going to skimp all my money I get from solving mysteries,” Ali was saying, “And use it all on the world’s greatest gaming system.” “Yes, yes!” joined Jawad, “I’ll use mine and buy a mansion made of steel; and the inside is gold!” “But wouldn’t it rust then- even though it could be bullet prove?” asked Jalal. “Oh yea……”
Me and the others sigh. When will they mature? It was already weird they all thought they were burly…… –dring– –dring– The phone was ringing. But at a time like this? Jalal went and answered, “Hello–” Only to be cut off. He slowly put down the phone and turned around wide-eyed. “Did Holmes have people threatening him in a REALLY scary way?” “Jalal?” “Golden Flower Hotel- floor 3, section 4, room number 361,” Shaheeda said while scanning the computer, “I just got an email- We’ve gotta go there.” –ding– “My cell phone- its inbox has been replenished with the same message 30 times!”
YOU’D BETTER GRIT YOUR TEETH AND WATCH WHERE YOU AMBLE– ALSO, WATCH WHERE YOU LEAD YOUR FRIENDS. YOU MIGHT JUST BE LEADING THEM INTO A TRAP. ‘CAUSE ONE BY ONE, I’LL TRY TO GRAB THEM AND HIDE THEM NOWHERE YOU CAN FIND THEM.
I read it aloud and some people were no better than dumbfounded. “Who’d do that?” Noor asked. Her voice sounded different, hinting an ingrained note of fear. “Let’s go then,” said Ali. Raneem nodded, “I think we should too– but I’m staying here to find some things out for you guys. I don’t want people trying to kill us in our sleep…….” I shuddered. Not from cold; but from the fear of an inevitable dramatic mystery. “Let’s go then.”
As we were wearing our coats, Ali came up and whispered, “Sehar–¬” “Hey! Hey! Look at us!” Jawad and Jalal stepped forward and were wearing all the formal Victorian era clothing; the top hat, the coat, the pipe, and the magnifying glasses (Something tells me they’re gonna burn something with those…..).
Ali grunted and continued, “Sehar, our alias maybe the “Mystery Chasers’, but would it be a good idea to go out ‘chasing’ a mystery in the middle of the night? We could get some sleep and start in the morning?” I sighed. Both of us didn’t agree on things together very easily, but he was right– in a way. “No, it’ll take us awhile to find this ‘Golden Flower Hotel, we need to start as soon as we can,” I said with not a bit of parody, then added, “Look on the bright side! At least you have a new story to tell Lana.” He sighed, “You are one dogged person Sehar.” “Well, who knew you were into vocabulary……,” I muttered in a low yet distorted way. Then me and Shaheeda took the lead.
We got a bit farther before our vision was blurred by all the smog from the cars. Then a bright light flickered. It was bright red and looked like a fire in motion. “C’mon.” We moved through the dirty fog towards the light. I thought the light would’ve been very inefficient from the distance we were at when we first saw it!
We were there. The Golden Flower Hotel. But what confused me was that it was so small. No one would’ve been surprised if there were cramped conditions. When we entered we were ALL shocked. It was just an elevator– but a nearly extinct one! “Name the floor, section, and room you wish to visit tonight– thank you,” an automated message said. “Um…….. Floor 3, section 4, room number 361.” Then as fast as lightning, we were there. It was so loose and there was so much space. Imagine the lobby to be in an elevator! “Welcome to room number 361– Mystery Chasers…… Haha!” a cold and evil voice said. We all turned around and I gasped, “Oh my God......”
To Be Continued…….
The Future Author Community Member 
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