Recently in the WDI servers, there were ideas about writing little stories which could have happened in WDI, or the reasons why the murders happened. Ithuno started it all when he wrote an essay about WDI for school. Me and Sicamore also have written our own ones, I'm going to share them here.
This is a contest,Unfortunately we didn't receive any stories yet, so I don't think this would be a successful contest, but if anyone feels like writing a good WDI murder mystery, post it here! :)
Spoiler: They Must Not Know by Jigsaw (Open)
It was a cold night. Me and four friends were exploring an old, abandoned museum. We separated, and used our phones to stay in contact.
My hands were shaking as I ventured on a dark hallway. My flashlight emitted a dim, weak light. It was running low on battery.
Suddenly I heard rushing footsteps approaching me. A chill of terror ran down my spine. I was running as fast as I could. I ran out of the building and found a little tool shed. There was an old, rusty shovel inside. I took it and started to look around outside. The sky was swarmed with clouds, it was very dark. There was a bridge connecting two parts of the building, and an enormous statue depicting a bizarre creature with horns raising from its head, and a mechanical arm. It looked like it came from some old horror movie or video game, and had a small pool around it. It was frightening, but incredibly familiar too. I stared at it for like a minute, then I decided to continue exploring.
I entered the other side of the building. This place was giving me the creeps. It was a hallway with candelabras and alcoves in which they kept statues. They were empty, except one. It held a wax statue of a baby with his head mutilated, crying in pain. It was bone-chillingly realistic and disturbing. As I walked in the hallway, I suddenly heard a loud, terrifying scream, and a man was in front of me. I dropped my flashlight and swung my shovel. It hit something hard, and I heard a body dropping to the ground.
I was looking for my flashlight in panic. When I found it, I realized that the man was one of my friends. He was probably trying to scare me just for fun. He wasn't breathing. His head was still bleeding. Suddenly, his phone started to ring. I was mortified. They must not know what I've done. I took the phone and dropped it in the small pool around the bizarre statue outside. I went back to the body and examined it. In his left pocket, I found a knife with a serrated blade. I pocketed it and put the blood-covered shovel down. "I must show no evidence. They must not know..." My thoughts were going on like this, when I heard my phone. It was a text from one of the friends. It said "Come to the main gate."
Slowly I went back all the way I came, and found him standing at the gate. He was alone, and couldn't see me. He was expecting me to come from the other side of the courtyard. My heart was pounding rapidly as I approached him in perfect silence. I was right behind him. He was typing another message to me, saying "Hurry up!!". He never sent the message. All of a sudden, he felt the ice cold blade entering his back. I whispered to him "I'm sorry". I felt something I'd never felt before. I was furiously angry, shocked, and worried. "They must not know...." I entered the building from the front, and saw a hallway with an old mirror at the end. There were also hallways to the left and the right. They had paintings on the wall. I lifted some paintings. When I lifted the biggest painting, I found a secret corridor behind it. I quickly hid inside and went through the narrow, dark corridor. It was a great silence here. The corridor led to a tall room. On the table there were two round, metallic boxes with two short pipes coming out of each. I took one apart, and saw two shotgun shells inside the pipes, which served as barrels. I put it back together and took both of the traps. There was also a glass bottle, with a label saying "Bertholite.". I opened it up for a moment, and a little amount of gas came out. My lungs were burning as I smelled it. I took the bottle too and came out of the secret corridor. I felt like I was going crazy. "They must not know..." This thought was getting louder and louder, it tortured me and I couldn't take it anymore. I was running with my knife in my hand, and suddenly I felt I know this place. I knew where was I going. I set the shotgun traps to one of the doors at the mirror. I was standing there, laughing very hard. Then I phoned my friend to get over here as soon as he could. I saw the satisfied smile on my face in the mirror as his rushing footsteps were getting closer and closer to the rigged door. He kicked the door in, and in that moment, four loud gunshots shook the room. His body was blown 3 meters away, splattered and ugly. I looked into the mirror and laughed again. I shouted "They MUST know!!" and went to find my last victim. I went through a door to my left, and heard his footsteps already. He was coming to see what was that loud noise. I was laughing like crazy. I was standing at the closed door, waiting. As he opened it, I kicked him to the ground, stared in his eyes with a twisted grin, and slit his throat with a single cut. I was laughing and crying at the same time. I pulled my bertholite bottle, and broke it on his head. I felt the poison burning me with unbearable pain. I mumbled my last words "They must not know...", then let the deadly bertholite destroy my body.
Spoiler: The Menace of Echo by Sicamore (Open)
I never really liked vacationing. Especially if the vacation was in your own town and with the people you've known for over a decade. Don't get me wrong - I hate work, and that's essentialy why I booked us for a 1 week stay at Echo Ridge. However, I just felt like there could be something more exciting than staying at a wooden hut in the dead of Winter. I was wrong. What happened was not exciting at all. In fact, it was the most horrid thing one can imagine.
When we arrived there on January 25th (just a little short of New Years) the first view was just as expected: a rusty, cringy old cabin with nothing around it but ice and trees. There was also a lake, however it looked almost like the top layer was frozen, leaving the latter bobbing underneath. When we came inside, a nice and sweet old lady greeted us and showed us our rooms, first offering us a warm cup of cocoa of course. Pal Zeber, the only friend of mine who actually had a little respect, said thank you and then got up to head to his assigned quarters, which he said was a lakeview suite (but we well knew it was room 2). Ah yes, you could say things were going well. I even made myself familiar with the living room, where a nice soothing fire was burning evenly day in and day out, creating a bliss environment for my sleeping desires. I did indeed sleep afterall - for four straight hours, in fact, before I awoke to the yelling of It Huno, my campus roomate.
"Conspiracy! Mer! Mer!", the intoxicated fellow said as Pal and the others held him down.
"Where did you get that booze?", asked End Erman, noticing that the license sticker was still on it, which indicated that it was either stolen or bought elsewhere.
"Mer! Nou! Eye Enn Bee Four!", It shouted senselessly.
"Take him away," I said. "He's creating a scene!"
Pal and the others took him away to room 3, along with his bottles of booze, leaving me alone. Finally, I thought to myself - some sleep! I rested my head against the hard oak of the bench and slowly closed my eyes, trying to remember that this was vacation.
When I awoke the next morning, I smelled the crisp, attracting aroma of pancakes sizzling on the skillet in the kitchen, which was only a couple of meters away from my bench. From a distance I could make out the faces sitting at the room table: Pal, End, Jig, Roman. All my buddies who I've known since we graduated Z.A. Dronum high 2 years ago. Maybe this was going to be memory-worthy after all. Even It Huno, the drunken bastard that he was, was still one of my most loyal friends, someone who I could talk to whenever I pleased. I got up from the bench, fixing the hair which I had been lying on for 8 straight hours, and headed over to the table
"Rise and shine Sic", said Jig as I sat down, ready to endulge in my little world of syrup and fried goodness
"Where's It?", I asked, noticing that he wasn't present at the table.
"He had quite the hangover," said End. "We should go check on him after we eat."
I nodded and bit into my first pancake, feeling the warm dough pass through my throat.
"You know," I said, half-chewing, "It would be really nice to explore this place. I heard they have a boat house near here somewhere, as well as many scenic caves."
"I believe the boat house would be a good idea," commented Jig.
Everyone else nodded. And so it was decided - we would go to the boathouse. Finishing my last pancake, I got up from my chair and headed over to the coathanger, picking up my Konar Designed Fur Overcoat, which cost me 500 dollars on sale. Talk about the economy.
"Where you going Sic? What about It?"
I gave End the dirtiest look but complied.
"Fine. I'll go check on him."
I made my way down the hallway, where I noticed many waiter carts standing awkwardly along the side of the walls. These guys must really care about their clients. As I approached It's lakeview room, half expecting to hear intoxicated shouting sounds, I picked up a strong scent of what seemed like turpentine. What the hell was that?
Opening the door, I picked up a glimpse of something moving in the bakground. I then saw it, falling backwards and knocking over the waiter cart behind me.
"Holy shit!", I yelled as I loomed over the dead, pale body of It Huno, his hand grasping the same bottle he was drinking out of yesterday. There was no time. I had to get out of there as quickly as possible. I tripped on It's leg, knocking the bottle out of his hand and crashing face first into the carpeted cedar floor of Echo Ridge. Getting up and running down the hallway, I heard the shatter of glass followed by what seemed to be a searing flame. Could this be the end?
To be continued
