Hiya people! It's CRSW!

See, I promised I'd get this story back on track, didn't I? Unfortunately, there's this bad news for you: This story is coming to an end. This series won't stretch longer than fifteen chapters, plus a bonus one. Because, the fifteenth one would be the hardest riddle I'VE ever seen, and you need the answer for that one. So the 16th one would be a collection of some not-really-all-that-scary riddles, complete with the answers in the end.

Anyways, we still have some more Fridays, and maybe if I find some more good riddles, it will go on.

The answer for the previous riddle is: They were in a tunnel. And as far as I know, tunnels aren't open. Neither do they have pores or something to let rain pass. Unless the rain actually originated in the tunnel, which doesn't happen if the laws of science are obeyed, there should be no sound of the rain inside the tunnel.

And the ones who got it correct are: Devi (Of course I did come back. Readers wouldn't have let me live in peace if I hadn't), LookAPony, ranjan597, blitzkriegboysbop (Thanks for the welcome back!), Droplets of blue rain, Rock the road, and kehkr.

Aw, Darkleaf ain't here :(

Kevin was at the carnival. He was walking past a kiosk where Voltaire was sitting.

"Hiya, Voltaire! What are you doing here?" Kevin greeted cheerfully.

"Do you want to play a game?" the old man asked him.

Kevin was intrigued. "What kind of game?" he asked.

"It's a very simple game," said Voltaire. "I will tell you the rules. I have ten large metal boxes. Inside one of the boxes is the prize money. One million dollars."

"A million bucks?" said Kevin. "What's the catch?"

"The boxes are sturdy and strong," said Voltaire. "Much too strong to be opened with your bare hands. The finest ones from Russia. They are also airtight and cannot be damaged by a hammer, an axe or even a chainsaw."

"So they're impossible to open?" Kevin questioned.

"Not impossible." Voltaire shook his head. "I have a blowtorch which can be used to open the boxes."

"Is there a time limit?" asked Kevin.

"You can take as much time as you want." Voltaire smirked. "When you find the prize money, it's all yours. So, do you want to play the game?"

"Well, I don't how I could possibly lose," Kevin rubbed his palms together. "'kay, I'll play your game."

A glint appeared in the old man's eyes. "I'll make it very easy for you," he said. "There are ten metal boxes, but if you give me five dollars, I will start you right next to the prize money."

Kevin happily took out his wallet and handed a crisp five dollar note to the old man.

There was a mischievous grin on Voltaire's face.

The game started.

The prize money was right in front of Kevin.

He could see it.

He could touch it.

Even though he won the game, Kevin was never able to spend the money. He died shortly after he won the game.

How did he die?

It's simple, really! Just think! I know you've got this, detective!

Think how dirty Voltaire can get. That sick minded freak...

Note: Last chapter's end note had a typo, I accidentally typed 'Vut' instead of 'But'. And from now on, 'Vut' is the replacement for 'But' ;D

Sorry, I'm getting you off-track. Read it again if you need to :)

Keep sending in the love ^~^

CRSWoodferns~