Ones upon a time there was a woman, who was really found of detective stories. She could read thousands of books, especially Agatha Christi’s crime stories, all day long. One day she decided to write her own detective story, as she was well-read in this type of literature. Unfortunately that was not as easy as it seems. Seeking for an interesting topic, she went for a walk.

Wandering aimlessly along empty streets, she was trying to came up with an interesting idea. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some strange voices came to her ears. Then she heard hushed conversation between two people. She hid behind some bushes to observe the whole situation. One of the men was strong and corpulent, the other was thin and slim. Both of them were disturbed and seemed to be afraid of something. Then one of them frantically grabbed small package from another one and started to run with it very fast. Stumbling and lurching, he reached his destination. He disappeared immediately in an old ,wooden house, situated on the corner of Elm Road. The door slammed in a strong wind. That day, tempestuous wind was wailing horribly. Woman was confused. She wanted to disclose the secret of mysterious package. After a few minutes elderly lady with red, high-heel shoes came from the building holding puzzling package. Agatha Christi’s fan fallowed her to the bridge where high-heel shoes woman dropped the package into the water. This way, the woman lost track of the package. The next day, the whole city knew about a mysterious disappearance of diamonds from treasury. Besides, police found corpse in the river. They never found out what had happened.

“You never know where you can find an inspiration”-said women with smirk on her face, when she saw the first page of a newspaper. Sometimes it’s enough to step outside your house to find an incredible plot for your blockbuster.

My friend Fred moved to our town few days ago. He was rather shy and reserved boy. From the first moment I have met him I knew that he was unusual person. Unfortunately not everyone accepted him. Leading group of boys in our school decided to make fun of him. They told him that in order to be full member of their clan he needs to go to the woods in the middle of the night and bring the flag of their clan which will be situated in the old, run-down amusement park.

Fred wanted to be accepted by the boys that is way he decided to go there. I was really afraid of him, but he told me to stay out of it. As he reached his destination he could see squalid amusement park with old, rusted machines like a big wheel or roundabouts. Everything looked awful, like from horror movie. Suddenly, he heard a rustle of leaves and an enormously big creature started to move towards him. He was petrified with fear. And then something grabbed his leg. It was huge, with strong claws. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t. Than some strange voices like hooting of owls come to his ears. He was surrounded by strange creatures . Creatures from old circus. There was a man without arms and legs, women with beard, dwarfs, women who could stretch her body and clowns. Everyone was staring at him with threatening smile on their faces. And there was also huge dog which had bitten his leg. And then suddenly a huge wail came to his ears and all intruders ran away quickly almost vanishing in the forest.

When Frank told me this story I didn’t wanted to believe him, but when he gave the flag of clan to the boys and he showed his bleeding leg everyone was impressed. Everyone believed him, but there was something suspicious for me in it. One day I decided to go there to check if he was right and you won’t believe me what I found there…