Find the girl

"Oh my God! another murder?,"

"Isn't that Mrs Hudsons home?,"

"I don't understand, who the hell murders an. old defenseless woman?,"

"Do you think the town is cursed?,"

"It has to be, how else can you explain what is happening in town?, the murders and mysterious disappearances?"

The town folks whispered as sheriff Byod stood at the threshold of the crime scene, taking in the sight before him. The small, modest home in the rural town of Hallow Groove was now the center of a gruesome murder investigation.

The air was heavy with the unmistakable smell of blood and the harsh sting of gunpowder.

As he stepped over the threshold, the sheriff's gaze fell upon the lifeless form of a blonde old woman, popularly known as Mrs Hudson by the folks in town lying in a pool of blood in the living room floor.

Her once vibrant eyes were now vacant and lifeless, her face frozen in a mask of terror and pain. The room was filled with the eerie silence of death, broken only by the distant sounds of offic