Jigsaw

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There was an old lady who lived on her own in the very foggy part of Dart moor. She had a passion for jigsaw puzzles. Every night she would sit at her dining room table and work on her current jigsaw puzzle until it was finished, then she would start a new one. One day, after finding out that she had run out of puzzles, she had planned to go to bed early, when a parcel showed up on her door step. She picked up the package and opened it to find a new puzzle. It took her about an hour to complete it but as she began to get the entire picture her consternation grew for she saw that the picture being made up was of the very room in which she now sat. Then, she gasped, for she realized that the woman sitting at the table in the picture with her back to the window was a picture of her. Her fingers trembled as she placed the last four pieces of the puzzle to reveal a picture of a crazed madman at the window staring into the room, holding an axe.

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