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Twenty years ago, a family in Minnesota was killed by an axman, leaving a small girl alive. Two decades later Mrs. Caren Javier received a dollhouse on her doorstep vaguely resembling the Minnesota house and the cursed day of her parents' death. She got a note attached to it. Caren mysteriously disappeared from her New Jersey home leaving her husband in confusion. Dr. James Javier visited detective Marie Claire and requested her to solve the case.
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Doll House Massacre
This book is dedicated to the Almighty. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichABSTRACT
This is crime fiction. It is not based on any true crime or character. Detective Marie Claire is an imaginary character, who lived in the Kew Gardens and her friend, Sherriff Jamie Jenkins helped her in solving difficult cases. However, she got a bizarre case, a young woman named Mrs. Caren Javier disappeared suddenly from her house, leaving a note to her husband. She wrote that she wanted to meet her estranged father. On the same day, she received a wooden dollhouse on her doorstep, vaguely resembling the Minnesota House, where her parents were killed twenty years ago by an axeman. The presenter claimed himself as her biological father. Who is he? The axeman or her father? Where did she disappear? Her husband requested Miss Claire to solve the mystery. But, if Marie had to solve it, she also had to unearth the old mystery of Caren's parents and the identity of her biological father.
Prologue
"May I speak to Miss Caren Javier?" An unknown male voice asked on the phone. Caren replied, "Yes, please," she was unaware of the man calling her at midnight.
“Happy birthday, Caren,” He wished her.
Confused Caren replied politely, “Sorry, it must be a wrong number, today is not my birthday. My birthday is in August, not in October.”
She did not bother to hear the man’s reply and disconnected the line. James rolling over on his bed asked in a drowsy voice, “Who the hell is it?”
“An unknown number, dear,” Caren relaxed on the pillow, spreading the blanket on her legs, “Wishing me happy birthday. It’s a wrong number, but the man sounded so confident…”
"He was shouting many things when you disconnected. I heard a little bit, he was shouting, reminding that today is your birthday.” James replied.
“Must be a drunkard,” Caren snapped and tried to sleep, but could not. She felt that the man could call her up again, but nothing happened. Finally, she fell asleep. However, Caren could not sleep peacefully, she was having a nightmarish vision of her disturbing childhood.
“Caren, Caren…” someone was calling her from distance. Suddenly, she felt someone was jerking her, shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes and found James was leaning over her anxiously, “Are you Ok? Honey?” James brought his face closer to her mouth.
“What’s wrong with me, dear?” Caren discovered herself full of sweats and tears, she was weeping in dreams.
“You were moaning, sobbing. I think you have a nightmare,” James replied.
