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| Prompt: Imagine you’re a detective. What’s the most bizarre case you’ve solved? --------- Dexter is Missing? What was it about this case! Bizarre? That word isn't even enough to describe it. I knew something was up when there was a knock on the door of my office. Since the secretary was out that day, I opened it myself. Here was Mrs. Winslow with a short-cut, salt and pepper hair, standing in front of me. She was a thin woman of average height but with knotty fingers. Arthritis, I guessed. How did I know she was Mrs. Winslow? Because of the appointment calendar. That's how. . I showed her in. So far normal, right? Nope, not after she told me what she came to me for. It was her missing cat, Dexter. Nothing unusual so far. So an old lady has lost her cat. So what? But, that wasn't all. At first, I snickered (totally, inside me) about this weird situation, until she told me more about what I, at first, didn't believe. And why should I believe her! She was old, and though her hair was lush, her mind might be thinning.. Mrs. Winslow swore her tabby, Dexter, had vanished into thin air, casually walking into her kitchen wall...and disappearing. No cracks, nothing, the cat was just gone. I raised my eyebrows and humored her. Honestly, I didn't believe her, until she opened her big bag and shoved a VHS tape in front of me, saying this was from her security camera. 'Oh, my! Who ever uses those things, anymore?' I thought. But being a pack rat myself, I pulled out of the storage my old friend, the VHS player. Yes, the security camera had captured it all! So the next day, I went to visit Mrs. Winslow in her home. And yeah, it was the same kitchen, the same wall the cat, Dexter, walked into. Mrs. Winslow might not be lying or hallucinating. I didn't know what to do. So, she asked me to stay the night and watch that wall. I did. Just as I was dozing off, on the armchair I was sitting on, the light shimmering from the wall alerted me to open my eyes. A very strange light... I checked my watch. It was 3AM, and out of the wall, strolled a huge tabby cat with a tiny gold crown on his head, followed by two other cat attendants. Was I hallucinating or what! I pushed the button on my watch for recording, so I could show it to Mrs. Winslow. When she watched my footage, her eyes opened up like sink holes and she nodded. "That's why I asked you over for the night," she murmured. Bizarre? Yes, but it might be more than that! It turns out, that wall might have served as a portal to some cat kingdom, and Mrs. Winslow's cat Dexter was, in fact, royalty. I told Mrs. Winslow to go along with whatever the cat wanted to do, as some mysteries don’t need much solving — just respecting. And I'll never ever take another missing pet case again. |
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