|The Casey Neil Series: Mystery at the Old Manor
Author: Kacey07 PM
Casey Neil is new to Melbourne, Florida. When she meets her two new friends, Amanda and Jason, she also meets a road path to mysteries.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,118 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-25-06 - Published: 11-22-06 - id: 2279892
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I woke up to a startling noise. I looked sleepily out the window. I spotted a burglar!
"Amanda! Wake up!" I screamed.
"What is it, Casey?" Amanda asked sleepily.
"There's a burglar at your house! He's just outside the window! Amanda! Look!" I pointed at the mysterious man walking stealthily in and out of the manor.
Amanda was wide-awake now, "Let's call the police!"
I looked at her, "Okay. But, just let me have a good chat with this second-story man."
"Be careful." Amanda warned.
"I will." I said.
I walked as silent as a mouse down the stairs. When I spotted the intruder again, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The man didn't even have a mask on! He had black hair, and hazel brown eyes. "THEIF!" I screamed again.
Amanda ran to me, and so did Mrs. Tailor, and Jason.
"Stop that man!" I shouted.
The man glared at me, and fled. Just before the police arrived too!
When the police arrived they talked to Mrs. Tailor for a while.
"Poor Mrs. Tailor!" I whispered to Amanda, "She's as white as a ghost!"
"Yes, but thank goodness nothing else was stolen! Mother and father would have a fit!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Miss?" One of the police officers asked.
"Me?" I asked, pointing to myself.
"Yes you!" The officer said gruffly.
"Yes, officer?" I asked.
"May we have a word with you?" The gruff officer asked.
"Sure." I smiled.
We walked down the hall to where no one could hear us.
"My name is Officer Truman. Now, as I understand, you got a full look at this man?" Officer Truman asked.
"Yes sir." I nodded.
"Okay, now what did this man look like?" He asked.
"He had black hair, and hazel eyes. That's all I could see." I said.
"That's fine." The officer said bluntly. "Now, how did you find this burglar?"
"I was sleeping, and I heard a noise. I'm a very light sleeper, so even the simplest mouse could wake me up." I got a glare from the officer, and I continued, "I woke up, and looked out the window, and I saw the man. I warned my friend Amanda, who called the police as I went down the stairs. When I spotted him returning, I screamed at the top of my lungs to warn the others. I sure do wish that I coulda caught him though!" I explained.
"I understand that your mother is also a police officer?"
"Yes." I answered.
"She said that you like solving mysteries, correct?" Officer Truman asked.
"Why, yes. I love solving mysteries!" I said.
"Well look, Miss Neil. I don't want any amateurs on the job of real police business! So just lay low, and don't get mixed up in this!" Officer Truman warned.
"Yes sir." I looked down at my hands.
"Now. We will be leaving." The officer waved, "G'night."
"Good night." I said along with everyone else.
Amanda walked over to me, "What did he say to you?"
"He said to stay out of the police business." I said, "But that's not going to stop me." I shook my head.
"And I'll help you! Tomorrow we can explore the place and try to figure out what that man was trying to get his paws on! Good night." Amanda said determinedly.
"Good night." I yawned.
The next morning, I woke up to Amanda yawning. "What a night." Amanda said.
I yawned too, "That's the most exciting night that I've had in over a year." I said.
"Really?" Amanda yawned again, "I rarely ever have any excitement. Come on! Let's go get some breakfast before we go explore."
"Okay." I smiled.
"Do you think my brother will remember what happened before we 'went to sleep'?" Amanda asked.
"I highly doubt that." I laughed, "When he walked into your room, we were 'sleeping' like nothing could stop us."
"True, and he isn't that bright." Amanda laughed.
When we got downstairs, Jason was already there. "I had the weirdest dream last night before the incident happened." He was telling Mrs. Tailor.
"Really? What was it about?" Mrs. Tailor asked.
Jason didn't notice us in the room, and continued on, "I was sleeping in my bed, and all of a sudden, Casey rushes in, kisses me, and rushes out. I wake up from this, and run to Amanda's room, but they're sleeping!" Jason was completely puzzled.
"Do you know what that means?" Mrs. Tailor asked.
"No." Jason replied stupidly.
"It means that you're in love with her. Especially if you're dreaming about her." Mrs. Tailor was standing right near us when Jason looked up, "Oh, hey Casey. Hey Amanda." Jason blushed.
"Good morning Jason." I giggled.
"So what's this about this 'weird dream'?" Amanda asked.
"Oh, nothing." Jason blushed even redder (if that was possible) knowing that we were listening to what he was saying about his 'dream'.
"Amanda?" Mrs. Tailor called.
"Yes Granny?" Amanda asked.
"Your mother called earlier. She's coming to visit tomorrow."
"YAY!" Amanda squealed.
"Amanda almost never gets to see mother and father!" Jason said in a girly voice. Surprisingly it was a good imitation of Amanda.
"So, Casey?" Jason asked.
"Yea?" I replied.
"Would you like to go with me to the movies tonight?" Jason queried.
"I'd love to Jason. Thanks for asking." I smiled.
"Hey, Amanda?" I asked.
"Are you ready to explore?" Casey asked.
"Yes. First lets go into the family room. That's where mother and father put most of their valuables." Amanda said.
"Okay. Lead the way." I said.
We searched the room. Nothing was missing.
"That's odd." Amanda said, "Usually when someone tries to steal some of mother and father's valuables, they usually start here. There's nothing missing!"
"Where are other valuable places?" I inquired.
Jason walked up to us; "May I help you two in any way?"
"Sure Jason." I smiled gratefully at him, "Now we're gonna have to split up!"
"Split up? I don't want to split up! I CAN CHANGE!" Jason exclaimed.
I looked at Amanda, who was just staring at her brother.
"Not like that!" I said, "We're splitting up to look for the place where the cracksman may have stolen those items."
"I can honestly say that I've never seen those objects that he had stolen before in my life!" Amanda said truthfully.
"Then where could he have gotten them?" I questioned.
"I don't know. But I do know a place where mom and dad keep even more valuable stuff that Amanda hasn't seen before…Oh no!" Jason exclaimed.
"What?" Amanda asked.
"There was this guy at school, you know, in May, well, I kinda told him about mom and dad's secret hiding spot." Jason answered.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Amanda screamed.
"Well, he was getting annoying because he said that his dad had the most valuable stuff in the world. I just wanted to brag on our parents! I'm really sorry!"
"JASON! Stuff like that, you know you shouldn't be talking about! That guys father is probably a thief!" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry." Jason said.
"It's okay Jason. I forgive you. Now, where is that secret place?" I asked.
"It's the attic." Jason said.
"Eww! Mom and dad actually put valuable stuff in that place? It's full of bugs! And spiders!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Now, I'm okay with bugs, unless they're cockroaches." I said, "But when there are spiders, I draw the line! I have arachnophobia!"
"There aren't any spiders! And we haven't seen cockroaches here in ages." Jason soothed.
"Then I'm in!" I said.
Amanda looked at me and Jason, "So am I." Amanda said averted.
"Good. Come on." Jason said.
"But if there are any cockroaches, I'm out." Amanda said.
"Deal." Jason said.
"Okay, Jason. Lead the way." I said.
Jason led us three stories up the stairs, then up a rickety ladder. "This is it."
Just then, a rolley-polley jumped out at Amanda, and Amanda screamed her head off, "GET IT OFF!"
I pulled the poor little insect off of her. She glared at the thing in my hands, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be attacked again."
I nodded, "It's okay. We'll be downstairs in a few."
I set the rolley-polley down on an antic table. "Oh no!" Jason exclaimed.
"What?" I asked.
"Most of the rare valuables are missing!" Jason yelled.
"What?" I asked. Jason repeated what he had said.
"Let's look around, shall we?" I asked.
Jason nodded. "That man was probably trying to make a return trip to the attic, but when I screamed, it scared him away. He probably knows that I won't be spending the night over here tonight, so…" Jason cut me off.
"So you're going to have to spend the night here again tonight! Wow! I'm glad I thought of that!" Jason smiled.
I glared at him, "Yea, you got a lot of brains!"
Just then, I saw a piece of glass, "Look! The cracksman must have knocked over the vase last night."
I studied the piece, "Why! This piece wasn't very precious!" I exclaimed.
Jason knelt down next to me, "By golly you're right! Why would my parents place this item in this room? Why, I haven't even seen it before in my life!"
The broken vase had red and pink roses all over it, nothing else of the damaged vase could be seen, except for the pink and red roses.
"Then why would it be here?" I inquired.
"I don't know."
I gasped, "I think I do!"
"What is it?" Jason asked.
"The thief probably was going to use it as a replacement! Don't touch it!" I warned, "You might smudge the fingerprints."
"What fingerprints? It's shattered into millions of pieces!" Jason said.
"True," I said, and then I noticed a white piece of paper, "What's this?" I picked up the sticky note.
The note read:
Dear owner of these rare and priceless items,
If you ever want to see your items ever again, well, you won't. I gave them to my sixteen-year-old son to keep. He will sell them for college intuition. If you call the police, I will kidnap your children, and their little friend. You have been warned.
"It doesn't have a name." I said after I finished reading it aloud.
"Then that guy is just a coward!" Jason said.
"I don't know Jason. All I do know is that we have to do something" I said.
"Then we'll call the police." Jason said firmly.
"Are you joking? The guy threatened to kidnap us! Besides, if Sergeant Truman knew that I was sleuthing, he might as well put me behind bars for not listening to police orders. What am I to do now?" I asked.
"Just wait, and see. We'll beat this cracksman. Somehow. But let's not worry about it now. We have a movie to see later on." Jason smiled.
I smiled back, "Okay."
A/N: Okay, I hope that was long enough! Please review! God bless!