The Mystery of My Father’s Death

On a dark stormy night, roaring thunder and jagged streaks of lightning filled the sky. I tossed and turned on my bed, unable to sleep through the cold chilling night. Suddenly, a shadow zoomed across my window. I immediately pressed my face against the window to get a closer look of the person who just went pass. Why would anybody be out in the middle of the night?

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