As the morning sets in the typing of a type writer clicks. Echoing threw the room.

~     Date: August 15, 1960. 

                 Dear Future finder, and my mother.

                          I have about, 4 days left to live. Do NOT pick up the book

       called '' A Crimson Butterfly  ''. Please believe me!  I need to go. If you need more research, check my diary. It's a silvery white book with '  Gilbert Diary '  written on it in gold stitches.

             It'll tell you all of the research and observation of the book. I love you mom, even if I failed my work in school, and you'd act like I died or got eaten by a rabid dog! Tell little brother that I love him. Even if he teased me. And Future Finder! Please believe me!! The Supernatural is real! If I was pulling your leg then I'd tell you that knomes and bloody mary Is real.

           I love you all, I may die but wish me good luck

                                                                                                       Love and now death, Gilbert WhineHouzer ~

As the man stood up. He placed the letter on his drawer. He set his key underneath a cushion where his desk stood. He ran out of his Mansion and left. Later that day, he decided to take his life before something evil took it first. Nobody found the body. But people reported seeing a man around 20 or 30 years old, he was on the bridge and jumped off head first. 

                A lady put down the old newspaper. She took a sip of her Hot tea.        ' This has been going on for.....13 years....and people has reported 15 deaths threw those deaths ' She thought.       She placed her her cup down and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote.

      ~   Date:  December 19, 1973 

                             13 years past, nobody has forgotten about the suicide of a man by the name ' Gilbert Whinehowzer ' What a strange name for a kind man. I'm still on this case. I have 2 more or so months to figure out this case.                 Love, MaraBelle OverLinne Park ~

         A man opened the door and slammed a file onto my desk. I stared at the angry french man, his hair in a pony tail, he was blonde......and had beautiful green eyes. His name is Charles, he is my son and assistant of mine. '' Miss MaraBelle! A new death has happened yesterday at 12:40 PM last night! You have to get off you fat ass and get onto this case! '' I raised an eyebrow at him and scrunched up my nose but gave him a smirk and a narrowed eyebrows and the eyes of ' your so dead '. '' Is that how you talk to me? I thought I raised you better than this '' He starred deep in my eyes and I stood up and slammed my fist at my desk making it shake. I spilled some of my tea onto my desk '' And I'm doing the best I can SON! You know that mommy is staying up all night. Taking care of you and writing down whatever I could get my hands on '' He growled and crossed his arms. ''  Yeah! sure! all you do when we get home is cry because of your break up and eat! I have a date today at noon. And you're making me run and grab stuff FOR YOU! '' I almost snapped and hit him but all I did was grab the collar of his shirt and pull him close '' How dare you speak to me like this. you're so lucky I love you. Or i'd cancel that date right now myself. '' He frowned and gulped, I tightened my grip ''  And I will break you two love birds up MYSELF. I will ground you MYSELF. I will make you go to higher expectations call MYSELF. I have raised you MYSELF. And I took you into my life MYSELF. I have done so much for you, appreciate the help Charles OverLinne Park! '' He let go of him and grabbed all the files of the missing and deaths or suicide files I had. '' I wanna confirm myself that she is worth my son ''. He nodded and I wrapped an arm around his and he took me to the cafe me and him used to go to. I saw a beautiful teenager with brown hair, with goldy yellow in her hair. She had green eyes and pearly peachy color skin. She smiled at Charles. 

                       '' Babe.........Angelina, This is my mother.....the detective I told you about, Marabelle. '' She smiled and shook my hand. '' Marabelle Overlinne Park. You may call me Mara. '' She nodded. '' Is this your first date? '' Angelina nodded. '' Where did you come from? I would know because I know everyone in town ''. She gave a bright smile, and opened her mouth like she was gonna tell a war scene from a book she was reading. '' I come from Australia! I came to the UK because I wanted a fresh start. After my father commited suic- '' Before she continued that word. I stood up and Charles looked at me. I pulled her head to me. '' Suicide?......no Honey, he died because he was pushed towards the edge from stress......He may loved you and all. But give that thought a rest. '' She blushed a little and I narrowed my eyes '' Hurt my son, You'd get something bad in return ''. I knew something about her father, He was a fellow person I took serious........'' I got a murder to solve '' I walked to the ' British Library '. I walked in to see paparazzi taking pictures and police everywhere. I walk up to the scene and watch the Camera's flash at my sight. I grabbed one of my Camera's and took a picture of the Librarian.

                One of my co-workers came up to me '' lady MaraBelle! The victim is a Librarian...... She started to scream at 12:50 AM This afternoon! Her name is ' Linda Costifu ' She was born in France. And she had 3 children. 2 Twin Teenagers, and a small baby girl. Her Husband is at work right now. '' I nod and look at the picture I took, Her body was covered in calws and bite marks. But when I look at the lady. It seemed like she had a heart attack or her heart stopped.

       What is going on? Should I call.......HER?

NO! NEVER!!! Not after what happened between us! Besides! I'd have to research where she lives!! She will be my fourth plan....Plan D! She's plan D. Plan A is gonna be a bit tricky though.

[ THIS, is gonna be my horror series! Hope you all like it. I do not own any pictures ]