Mystery of the House Next Door

I, Julia Bradford, write this story to you the readers to tell you of the happenings of my life when my first big mystery was upon me. I was in my early twenties, a widow with a son. At least I thought I was a widow. It seemed that I was all alone in the world after my husbands death was announced. I was eighteen then and about to have a baby. I had my son three months after the wreck that took my husband away. Later on he came back; it was about three years after the wreck occurred. I was at the wedding of a friend. Several months after my friends marriage, I discovered that it had happened againI was going to have a baby. I had a girlCynthia Darlene. Both my children have grown up. Jeff is a surgeon like his late father. Cindy was murdered one evening at her home; she left in the world a baby and her husband. I shall tell you a small portion about my daughters death. It was a dark, stormy night; she was sitting on the lounge in the sitting room. She heard a noise and went into the kitchen to investigate, where she was murdered in cold blood. When she saw the thief, she screamed and the baby started crying. A neighbor heard the baby and came over to the house to find the back door open and Cindy lying on the floor dead. She called Cindys husband and he came home from work. I will tell you more about her death later on in the future. Right now I shall indulge to tell you about the pastmy past as I solved this and many other mysteries in my hometown.