No Stone Unturned

John and Rosetta Stone were the new couple on the block. They had moved into the old McDonald house on Sweet Pine Drive. The house, built in 1892, had been abandoned for five years until the Stones found the property cheap, and refurbished the house from inside out. Their newest neighbors, the Goulds, watched as the movers unloaded the last boxes, and drove away on an overcast Halloween night.

"Welcome to Castlefield!", said Mrs. Gould to her new neighbors.
"Thank you", shouted Mrs. Stone as she waved to the Goulds. Mr. Stone was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of Merlot from California. "Let's have a drink", he said. "We can finish unpacking tomorrow and the rest of the week".
"Good idea", Rosetta said with a sigh. "It's been a long, long day and my feet are tired."

After the bottle was consumed, dinner was finished, and some sweet kisses from the happy couple, the Stones were off to sleep in their new bedroom, in their new home. It began to rain, and it was sure to be a peaceful night until...

There was a sound on the roof. John woke first to what he thought was a tree, scratching against the house. Groggy from his tiring day moving, John sat up in bed and listened. Clearly footsteps he thought. Who would be on his roof at night in the rain? John got up, and followed the sound of footsteps to the window of the bedroom on the west side of the house. Then, he heard a bang and saw something falling off his roof and to the ground.

It was a boy. Probably no more than twelve years old. John opened the window and shouted, "Are you all right?"
With no answer, he threw on his bathrobe, and raced down the stairs to the first floor. Rosetta, hearing a commotion, woke to find her husband gone from bed, with the window wide open, and the drapes blowing from a breeze. "John", she yelled out but heard no reply. When she looked out the window, she saw her husband laying face down on the ground. "John!", she screamed and ran across the room, and down the stairs, and outside in the rain.

There was no John outside. Where she thought she saw him laying, was just a pile of wet leaves and grass. Rosetta stood in bewilderment looking around. What is going on, she thought. She saw the lights flicker on and off at the the Gould's next door. Strange, she thought and wandered back into the house to find her husband. Turning on the cellar night, she started downstairs calling his name.

Outside, the rain fell harder and the lights in the house flickered and went out. "John!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Complete darkness surrounded the frightened lady. She heard a noise near her and anxiously whispered, "John".

The lights flickered on and John was found hanging by a rope in the corner of the basement. Rosetta Stone screamed in French, Spanish and Italian.

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