Write a five page Horror story.
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Chacha Chaudhary and Sherlock Holmes solving a case together.
Chacha Chaudhary's nose started itching when he saw Sherlock Holmes approaching towards him. He knew something wrong is going to happen.
Sherlock tells him there is a murder of the newcomer actress in the town. When they reach the death scene, there is a ring and a glove kept there. Chacha says, what if the criminal is his boyfriend. He smirked.
They start investigating the case. Chacha moved his stick on the items kept there. He saw some unsteady footprints. He enquired whether the hotel room was attended by someone else? Sherlock told him it was only the heroine who was in the room for the past two days and besides the housekeeping staff no one entered the room.
Chacha asked the police about the family history of the girl. They found out that she secretly used to talk to someone. And she pretends where is someone on the phone infact it was no one.
She used to visit a church every Friday for the mass. Holmes enquired the priest so he told him that in between the girl used to talk to herself.
They sent the ring and glove for the forensic science lab. It told them that the glove had the girl's fingerprint. They asked the Manager of the hotel who told them that she used to be alone in the hotel. Chacha smiled. He got some hint.
Now Chacha got the idea. He told Sherlock that the girl must be talking to herself. She used to dial her own phone no. from the hotel reception too. She was cheated on by her boyfriend so she pretended to be her own boyfriend and used to please herself. It was a disease that took her life. The mystery was solved.
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I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.