CH 1: WHO'S NEXT?

It was a cool night of November. Cool breeze was blowing and the sound of leaves playing with the wind could be heard. The whole Smith mansion was quiet. The mansion that was once very lively, now has the traces of darkness and depression. All the doors were closed. Only a few lights in the living room and kitchen were left on. A young boy was sitting on the luxurious sofa, staring at the ceiling. He was in some deep thoughts but a trace of anxiety was clear in his eyes. There were visible drops of tears in his eyes that made his eyes shine.

'Bzzzz...., Bzzzz...Bzzz... Bzzz... '

The phone on the table in front of him suddenly buzzed as it was on the vibration mode. The sound of continuous vibration caught his attention and he blinked the tears in his eyes away. He reached out to the phone and saw it was from his friend JACOB. He sighed a deep sigh and declined the call and put the phone back on the table and continued to stare at the luxurious ceiling of his living room.

It was unknown, how much time has passed. 1 hour? 2 hour? Unknown. After the long hours have passed, he put his face down and wiped the tears away that were about to wet his face. He rubbed his neck that was aching due to keeping his face up for a long time. He got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. A water bottle was lying on the kitchen shelf. He took it and before opening the lid he casted a glance outside in the fancy lawn through the opened window. It was awkwardly quiet. The security was there but only the voices of insects could be heard. He shuddered because of the cold breeze and sneezed two to three times.

"Ah, Who's missing me?"

He sniffed, opened the lid of the water bottle and poured it in the crystal clear stylish glass. He stood there and drank it comfortably while casting glances in the lawn time to time. After he was done, he came back to the living room and sat at the same spot, where he had been sitting for the last few hours. He switched on the TV and the first thing that came up was a news channel reporting an incident.

In the whole mansion, the crisp voice of a news caster could be heard. He was about to change the channel when the incident caught his attention.

"It was unknown, how it happened but it has been confirmed through the resources that the son of Simon's 'JACOB SIMON' has been found dead in his own mansion. Right now the cause of the murder and other details are unknown. While it was said that JACOB's father, The well knowned business man was about to step into the politics. So can it be a murder based on politics? Or there are some personal grudges leading to it? He was the heir of the SIMON INDUSTRIES. Could it be that he was murdered because he was about to own the whole lot SIMON business? There are many more questions that are in everyone's minds. WHAT COULD BE THE REASON BEHIND JACOB SIMON'S MURDER??? Stay tuned to know more about... "

As he was listening to the news, his face turned ghastly pale and unknowingly the tears he had been keeping in his eyes for a long time now were wetting his cheeks.

'Bzzzz....Bzzz.... '

Suddenly, the twin time buzzing sound indicating a text message caught his attention. He put the remote down on the luxurious glass of the table and with trembled hands he picked up the phone and opened the message.

It was from JACOB's number. He glanced at the TV, his breathing haggard, face wet, hands trembling and his eyes were almost red now. He again looked at the phone and saw the text message.

{WHOOO'S NEEEXXXTT?? HAHAHA}.