Prologue
The large mansion on the corner was a place nobody ever wanted to go. The Darcs, the people who lived there were rich, snobbish, and had little contact with the outside world. It was said that they had a child, a fourteen year old girl named Abbie, but no one really knew, because they never came out.
Their housekeeper, called Ellen, could be seen in the grocery store much of the time, and occasionally, on her day off, sitting around in the local park or the pub. She was short and chubby, and had short blonde hair.
Ellen was a pleasant lady; she enjoyed sitting on the bench on the park or gardening. Her closest friend, Grace, could be caught saying that she was one of the greatest ladies on the block.
But one night inside the mansion, something unexpected happened. Ellen had gone into Abbie's room to wake her up, to find her sprawled out on her floor, dead. There was a gun lying right next to her. Ellen had screamed and Mister and Misses Darc had rushed in. Mrs. Darc had also screamed, then fainted. She fell to the floor right beside her daughter.
Once Mrs. Darc had been revived, they had taken the gun to the police station to find the identity of the killer, only to find that the gun had no fingerprints on it, whatsoever. None, zip, zero, zilch. And what's more, there were no signs of Abbie being shot, poisoned, or in any way harmed. She was buried in the village cemetery, and nobody had ever thought about her…. Until now.