Jigsaw
Mystery
There was an old lady who lived on her own in a very foggy part of
Dartmoor. She had lived alone for fifteen years, ever since her
husband had died in a mysterious car accident. However, the car
accidenet is not my present purpose on which to dwell. You see,
this old lady had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, it probably came
with the stigma of being alone for she had no family or friends and
lived in a very secluded spot. Every night she would sit at her
dining room table and work on her current jigsaw puzzle until it
was finished, then she would start a new one.
However, there came a night, a rugged, windy, stormy winter night
when she ran out of jigsaw puzzles. She was extremely upset as she
had nothing else to do (this was in the days before TV and her
radio had no signal in so removed a place). She was just thinking
of going up to bed earlier than usual when she heard a thud, as if
something had fallen onto the mat from the mail flap.
Intruiged, the old lady hobbled downstairs to find a rectangular
parcel had been put through the door and now lay, invitingly, on
the mat. She picked it up, carried it upstairs to her dining table
and opened it to reveal a new jigsaw puzzle! It had no picture of
what it made up on the front but the old lady didn't care. Neither
did she care who had sent it, she was just so happy to have another
puzzle to do.
It took her about an hour to complete it but as she began the get
the entire picture her consternation grew for she saw that the
picture being made up was that of the very room in which she now
sat. Then, she gasped, for she realised that the woman sitting at
the table in the picture with her back to the window was a picture
of her!!! Her fingers tremeled as she placed the last four pieces
of the puzzle to reveal a picture of a crazed madman at the window
staring into the room, holding an axe!
The last thing that old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking
glass...
