The heavy rain fell hard against the cold glass of the very old, dark, and abandoned mansion's broken front window. Detective Miller walked slowly toward the pale victim who lay motionless upon the cold, dusty, and very grim checkered floor. He saw a golden watch clutched tightly within her cold, stiff hand that had stopped at exactly midnight last night. The long dark shadows danced across the walls as the wind howled through the broken and open front oak door. Someone was watching him from the shadows of the dark woods that stood silent beyond the very old broken fence.