1. 7 Mrs. Haven

The sky is dark, the bright yellow sun has gone down. Not a sound is heard coming from a semi-detached house. The neighbours frantically bang on the door, try to peer into the window searching for some life inside. Mrs Haven, a grey haired old woman with a slight limp due to fact that she carries her dachshund with her whenever her two legs carry her around is the occupant of this brick house. She has not been seen in weeks. She always keeps to herself, though she would be spotted occasional peering out her window or hobbling around her concrete garden.

A worried neighbour gets on the phone and rings the police, it’s about time someone checks up on the person who lives in 148 New Grove Road. There is no life inside, no light can be seen. A squad car pulls up with flashing blue and red lights. A tall officer turns the ignition off, gets out of the car, slams the door behind him and talks with the concerned crowd. The cop is stupid, doesn’t realise he needs a warrant to even think of entering the house. He knocks a few times, no answer. He peeks through the window; the curtains are drawn so he cannot make out what is going on inside if anything. He tells everyone to go back inside and that he has everything under control. A few days later he comes back with the all important document saying that he can gain access to the place. There is this musty smell that bites into the stomach. There’s a body dressed in a green flowery dress on the floor in the sitting room – its dead Miss Haven her little skinny brown, glum faced dog stands guard. There was going to be no investigation, the corners report was that the woman died of starvation.