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THE CONCEALED CONFESSION

“Today’s headlines: New York city had witnessed another abominable death of a young
adult named Sophie in the so-called demolished derelict haunted mansion, preceding a
reported murder of a female teenager, Maria 6 days ago, dated on the 13th of August. The

mansion nestled at 19th Avenue Street was indeed well-known for its occult influence and
satanic presence but never once was it reported for deaths of adolescents. Evidence
regarding the reasons behind these mysterious dual deaths were still lacking from police
side. However, neighbours of 19th Avenue Street are strongly declaring that these deaths
were a result of ignorant trespassing of the demonic space of living. Alike Maria, aged 25,

the 23-year-young Sophie was believed to be brutally murdered after a knife attack and
left with the same incomprehensible code numbers of “14 5 24 20 $” along with a Cancer
Zodiac symbol, impregnated with blood on the wall. What does all these supposed to

mean? Is it really a doing of the irked Satan or any mortal pulling the strings behind? All are
left to be answered by the police department.”

In the haunted mansion, nearby the limply lain dead body of Sophie, I, the Inspector of New
York city stood amidst dozens of forensic experts. With my arms crossed, I gave a somber

and serious look at the corpse.

“James, I want every bit of information about Sophie and this so-called unholy mansion as

soon as possible. I have a gut feeling that Maria’s case is somehow linked with Sophie’s. I
think both cases need to be looked in the same perspective. Only then would we come to a
reasonable conclusion. Make it quick”, I told to James, the head constable.

“Will do it in a jiffy, sir”.

I, then, vehemently tore the mansion apart and looked for evidence. High and low I sought
alas, I only returned empty handed; the blood-stained humongous code numbers on the
wall were the only clue left behind. Soon, having told James to collect the forensic report of

Sophie, I staggered all my way to the compound of the mansion which brimmed with aghast
throng. Grudged in despair, I paced to my neatly parked police jeep when suddenly, my
eyes locked onto a gracefully flying butterfly. The flapping sound of the minuscule wings
and the majestic view of the butterfly brought back flashing memories of my rapturously-

past life. How happy my life was once in the past. I started reminiscing about those
colourful days.

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