A Generalization: The Delewyn Doorsteps

  It was an odd sight that day, when, at precisely eleven o’clock, an unknown and unfortunate figure appeared on the Delewyn’s doorstep. The Delewyn residence, where there once lived a Mr. and a Mrs. Dorowin (later changed to the current house name), was now empty from cancer, proclaimed to be haunted as well. Many recognized a keep out sign when they saw one, but here he was, a stranger out of nowhere.

  Out of a nearby window, that belonging to 264 North Rockway Avenue, a small girl was home alone, analyzing with every drop of her semi-journalist blood, a kid, scarred, scattered, and visibly lonely. Reluctantly, she watched as the boy leaped from his post and ran off down Route OH-4. She was only there to see him being chased to his limit, before she exhaled a pang of guilt, and fell to the floor. As she hit the floor, a hand slid under her neck, lifted her onto a rough shoulder, and carried her to a black SUV. The man had just lowered down the lump in his arms on a hidden cushion, when he saw a small boy, disheveled and soiled to his bare skin. The man had no choice but to see the kid run up the highway, as he clambered into his car.

One: A desperate Search for Evidence

  The next day, police were on report in Springfield, Ohio, searching for a man accused of murder, theft, and one major mistake. They had minimal, but overly crucial evidence: a hat, and a kid, who was now traveling the highway.

  Agent Geltrés, a highly stubborn man who yearned to receive a rise in position, took the case without questioning the subject. As he arrived onto the scene of crime, he found himself quite terribly lost in all the fuss. After entering the house (prior to a great deal of shoving), he found one footprint in the shadows of a large curtained window. He tilted his attention toward the hinge where there was to be a string… and there wasn’t. Putting his hand between the blinds, he carefully let them open, only to find that they were glued shut. Near the foyer of the long house lay a vase, as dusty as if it were the carpet, but on it, lay two exact prints. Jackpot. The thought passed through the man’s mind.