"I decided to have my revenge but not without a plan or it would be a complete waste. Here comes the most brilliant part of the tale. I started looking for a job which would let me be somewhere near and soon enough I found one. And trust me I am really lucky for I got hired as a driver to transport milk from this village to the nearby towns including Shellton. Then I started observing Peter Wilson. I did it for two weeks or so. I figured out that he left for business in Shellton every Thursday morning and came back in the evening. I had enough time. I collected milk from the local farmers in the evening and had to transport it to the required town by next morning. Friday was the day I transported milk in Shellton."
"So one Thursday morning, I finished my work as early as I could and came back to Dukewell before Peter had left the house. He stepped out into the lawn for a bit and I saw my chance to enter the house through the back door. I was hoping to make it back outside on time but it wouldn't be that bad even if he spotted me for I was stronger than him. So I went inside real quick and started looking for the key to his main door's lock. I was able to find it easily. He had kept in on the old wooden shelf. I took it and ran outside through the back door and waited. When he got inside and was preparing to leave, he noticed that his key was missing. Then he shouted, 'Where the hell did I keep that thing?' To tell you the truth I wasn't even sure that it was the correct key I was picking up but I took it anyway because after days of observation I had realized that he was too absent-minded to keep all his doors locked and there was only one lock I had spotted in the whole property as far as I could remember. He left grumbling. He didn't care to get another lock to lock the door. Even he knew that no thief would go in that place and neither would anyone who was perfectly sane. He was out of sight in five minutes."
"For about the whole day I had the property to myself. I entered the house, not like a thief this time and freely rummaged through all of his things upstairs after I had checked on the basement door which was securely locked. Then I stole this black outfit of Peter's and changed into these clothes. This outfit makes me seem enigmatic, doesn't it, honey? I stayed there the whole afternoon and when evening came I grabbed one of the vases and hit my own head. It hurt a bit I admit but I would do anything to make my plan a success. And for that, I needed to make the wound look fresh. I rushed to my milk carriage truck in which I had kept a roll of bandage ready and I bandaged by head hurriedly. As dawn approached I drove it and parked it in front of a stable just a few feet away from the Wilson property. When I thought it was about time that Peter came back, I hurried inside and carefully walking down the steps I unlocked the basement door. I even dropped a nail so as to tip the girl off that the door was open. And guess what, it worked."
His eyes shone with glee at that point as he continued, "When I was sure I could hear her footsteps rushing towards the door I ran upstairs and hid in the lawn behind the overgrown bushes and waited. Exactly at that moment Peter entered his property and he confronted his daughter at the door. He was simply outraged. I wanted to enjoy the drama for a bit but I couldn't because I had to stage a bigger one. Their fight was like a cue to me. I rushed inside with the dagger I had bought days ago just to kill him and when I entered I first grabbed his hand from behind while the girl ran outside. He shouted hysterically and without any further delay I stabbed him in the stomach. He screamed and I can't even tell how much I enjoyed it. The horror that occupied every corner of his face the moment he saw my face was totally satisfying. Ah I didn't even regret the past fourteen years now that I had seen him like this. I had killed him at last with my own hands."
"I searched his coat and found what I had been looking for- the business card. After that I carried his body to a corner of the room and left it there along with the dagger. After switching off all the lights I locked the door and went to my truck. Then I drove it to your residence in Shellton and waited in front of it. I waited till the girl got out and entered your property. Goodness gracious she did. You know why I left her there? I had been observing you for days and I had figured out that you were a bit too emotional and if the girl told you her story you would easily get carried away." "You used her as bait?" I shouted.
"Yes I did and you took it. I would appreciate it if you don't interrupt. Where were we, then? But while driving I remembered that I didn't even know the girl's name. So I parked the vehicle aside and waited till you took her in. After you did, I snuck inside your property and waited. It took a long while before she started conversing and I heard her name. After I knew her name, I drove the truck to where it was supposed to be and then rushed to the police station and told the officers a fantastic story. I guess the girl already told you that or did she not? Anyway I'll give a brief account. In the police station, I produced Peter's business card and said how the girl was all fascinated by big city glamour and how she tried to murder me. However I arrived just in time to see the name of the milk carriage and luckily I knew that it went to Shellton and then boarded the next bus immediately. I even had the fresh injury as proof." "The cops couldn't figure out that it wasn't Peter?" Madelyn asked.
"No, they couldn't. My head was roughly bandaged and whatever part of my face was exposed was swollen due to the impact. I even said that she hit herself just in case they noticed the wounds later. They immediately sprang into action and went ahead to check all the CCTVs in the areas they thought were relevant. And as they told me later that it was easy enough to find her. That night I left saying that I had to go to a hospital saying that I would be back the next day. Then I went near your house and kept pacing up and down that area till the time she was arrested. When she was arrested I went to the police station again and said that she should be kept there and I didn't even wish to see her."
"You even forged Peter Wilson's identity?" Madelyn interrupted. He merely smiled nastily and went back to his tale, "Her work was over. I did not need her any longer. Then it was time for you to come to me. I kept following you for days even after she was arrested. But before that I had to get formalin from a chemist's shop to take care of the man's body."
"Why would you do that? Why not just bury him?"
"That would be too cumbersome, you see. Neither did I have the time nor the will to do so. Every single time I look at that face it gives me a feeling of contentment. All the resentment I had for him for the past fourteen years simply disappear. Also I put him up like that as a prop for you to see. I wanted you to feel the horror. "
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Mystery / Thriller{COMPLETED} What would you do if you were once again confronted by the immense darkness and pain which had held you hostage in the past? Will you throw yourselves into their hands and let them consume you bit by bit or will you defeat them with br...
