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I am a private detective in Slovakia. There's a reason why I stay away from The woods. I had spent all night chasing ghosts and had the hangover to prove it. Were it not for the shrill ring of the telephone, I would have slept through the whole day. ‘It’s noon,’ the kid said, over the wire. ‘You planning on coming to the office today?’ I wanted to say something witty but last night’s libations only allowed for phlegm-coated coughs. ‘Charming, boss.’ Even though the sky was overcast, the light of the outside world hit my eyes with the tenacity of a freight train. ‘There’s a lady here. Missing person’s case. Says it’s urgent.’ Getting off the couch was a labor fit for Hercules. The prospect of taking on a new case seemed downright impossible. In this economy, however, those that are work shy end up on the street. Once I wheezed off the midnight gin and got my footing, I told the kid I was on my way. Her figure only accentuated her nervousness. She was a scientist type. All skin and b...

I live in rural Scotland and I’m getting scratching at my door.   DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A TRUE STORY POSTED BY A REDDITOR IN A SUBREDDIT, AND HE WROTE WHAT HAPPENED WITH HIM. THIS MAY NOT SEEM GOOD TO YOU, SO READ ON YOUR OWN So this happened about 3 months back, it’s stuck with me and I just want to get the whole story off my chest to be honest.  I live in a rural area in the North West coast of Scotland. The scenery is beautiful, with lochs and bens (lakes and hills for the non-Scots) right outside my door. The nearest village is about a 15 minute drive away, and only has a few hundred people itself. Other than that there are a few other houses sparsely dotted about, but the closest neighbour is still a mile or two away from me. My house is next to the loch, which I’ll fish in from time to time, and a large field which acts as my ‘back yard’. The field is then abruptly met with a tree-line, which is the entrance to one of the largest wooded areas in Scotland.  That’s more...