@ingrobny was it Lester😷
Since first 3 lines have ONE, TWO and THREE made of first letters, thern fourth line is going to be FOUR made of first letters and only person who have letters neccesary is Florence Oak.
Yes, that’s correct and you explained it as well .
What’s the point of a riddle, if you just guess the answer?
Found a new one, no guessing .
After Andrew had been sick for a week, he asked his best friend Jesse to get his books out of his locker. Instead of telling Jesse the three number combination Andrew said he kept a small piece of paper with the combination under his locker door.
After school Jesse went to Andrew’s locker and pulled the paper. On the paper was written:
24 24 22 9 9 9 9 22 24 22 9 9.
Thinking this would be easy but a little tedious, Jesse entered in every arrangement of 24, 22, and 9 there was without the lock opening. Realizing there was something behind these numbers that he wasn’t noticing, Jesse sat down for a few minutes to think it out. After ten minutes of intense thinking, Jesse went to the locker, entered the combination into the lock and it opened.
What was the combination?
I don’t know how many numbers we are choosing from and how many we need to insert, but 2 24 1 22 4 9 1 22 1 24 1 22 2 9.
00.0.00 in this order and 5 numbers .
You just hinted that 9 is in the middle
No, i can say so much that none of these numbers is the code 24 24 22 9 9 9 9 22 24 22 9 9.
Haven’t played with roman numerals in a while:
28 4 17.
Hahaha that’s correct!!! well done.
Your turn, i have a new one if you don’t have any.
Okay, here it is:
Detective Wesley carefully examined the scene before him. He was in a hotel room about 3 miles from the victim’s home. The victim’s body lay in front of him peacefully on the bed. It was January 7th, 3:15 PM, the body was discovered by a hotel maid. The man’s name was Sean Donovin. He was in his late twenties, a successful business owner, a Sunday school teacher, and was soon to be married. The detective shook his head in disgust. He whispered to himself, “Why would anyone commit suicide when they had everything going for them?”
The detective saw this as suspicious. The only potential suspects would have to be people he trusted. According to testimony from his coworkers and friends, he only trusted 3 people: his sister, Hannah, who was very close with the victim and who often assisted him while he taught at the local church; his brother, John, who owned a smaller, semi-successful business; and his fiance, Jenna.
The apparent cause of death was by injection of poison. At least his death was peaceful, the detective thought. The detective continued to search the hotel room, when he stumbled upon a suicide note. It read:
Jan 04/2009 4:10 AM
My loved ones,
Jenna, Sis, John, I would just like to tell you how sorry I am. Blame God for why I am to die today. Blame Him. Seek Him if you want to know why I did leave you. Do not mourn my death. Please move on.
The detective saw this letter as somewhat suspicious. His last words were abrupt, almost impersonal. Why would a Sunday school teacher blame God?
The body was taken in for medical examination. Days later, the coroner would determine that the body died from a poison which killed instantly. The coroner would also determine that the body was only dead a mere 3 hours before it was discovered.
The detective then realized that the date and time used on the note were completely false. All 3 of those mentioned in the letter agreed the handwriting was indeed Sean’s.
The detective realized that the identity of the murderer was given inside the suicide note. After a thorough examination of the note, Detective Wesley quickly arrested the murderer.
Who was it?
I guess it has something to do with John 4:10 “Jesus replied, “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water.”” So John?
I’ve already seen this before and know the answer, and so won’t participate.
The clue is the name of his fiance and his sister together with the time on the note.
You are right it has and yes it was his brother John .
This is a very long mystery story .
Robert, the security guard, drew his gun, took a deep breath, and headed down a shadowy corridor full of plastic cobwebs, fake blood, and recorded screams. It was Robert’s worst nightmare, a real-life killer on the loose in Cohan’s Haunted House. At least one person was dead, and behind any one of these doors might lie another victim -or worse, the killer - waiting for another victim.
Someone somewhere turned off the sound system and switched on the emergency lights. Robert tried the door on the left. Locked. Then the one on the right. Unlocked. He pushed it open two inches, and then it hit something, something that moaned. Robert looked down and saw more blood. Real blood.
An hour later and the police had pieced together the basics. A total of two attacks and one murder. Jason Pierce, a 22-year-old employee, had been killed by an ax. Definitely not one of the prop axes, but a real weapon. Alicia Cohan had been luckier. She, too, was bleeding from an ax attack. But when Robert found her, barely conscious behind the door, she was still alive.
“It could’ve been worse,” Sergeant Greeley told his captain. “There were just a few employees in the haunted house. The attacker wasn’t seen coming into the building, or leaving, for that matter. But he was seen.” Greeley checked his notepad. “Medium height, in a ghost costume and a full-head rubber mask. We found the costume, the mask, and the ax not far from the second attack scene. The lab matched the blood samples. Jason’s blood and Alicia’s blood.”
“Attacker not seen entering or leaving.” The captain had a way of honing in on the essentials. “That’s strange, given the limited access in that kind of attraction.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll interview the second victim, then talk to the others.”
Alicia sat up in her hospital bed and spoke with effort. "We were just opening up. Jason and Millie and Todd were changing into their costumes. Dad was there, too. I turned on the sound system and the mood lights. I was checking the halls for garbage when I heard Todd shouting–something about a crazy person with an ax. A few seconds later, this thing came around the corner. I knew right away.
“I don’t know why I ran into the dungeon room. There’s no other exit. This maniac pushed open the door and started swinging. I fell to the floor, then I must’ve passed out. I guess he thought I was dead, 'cause the next thing I know, the security guard was waking me up. Was anyone else hurt?”
Alicia hadn’t yet been told about her boyfriend’s death.
Todd Wilkins seemed more concerned about Alicia than about the death of his best friend. “She’s going to be all right,” Greeley assured him. “Just some cuts and bruises. You saw the attack on Jason?”
“Part of it,” said Todd. “I was changing into my ghoul costume when I heard something. I went into the next room and there was Jason, fighting off this guy in one of our ghost costumes and an old mask. The guy was swinging this ax, and Jason was trying to grab the ax and swing back. I tried to jump in, but the guy got in one last swing, then ran off down the hall. I shouted out a warning to the others, then went to help Jason. He was bleeding so much.”
Millie Miller, like the others, was in her early 20s: short blonde hair, an athletic build and slightly taller than average. “I was in the locker room downstairs, changing into my witch’s uniform. I guess I heard some screaming, but I thought it was the tape. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until I came upstairs.”
Sergeant Greeley nodded, then changed subjects. “I hear Alicia and Jason were engaged.”
“Engaged? She wishes.” Millie’s laugh died in her throat. “I shouldn’t be mean. Jason and I were together for years, ever since middle school. Things were getting a little stale and too serious, all at the same time. Jason said we should see other people for a while, just to get it out of our systems. That’s all Alicia was, a little experiment. He told her that. He was coming back to me.”
This was the third different story Greeley had heard. According to Alicia, they were happy, and Jason had already proposed. According to Todd, Alicia cried on his shoulder all the time. She was sick of Jason and ready to leave. And now Millie’s variation on the old, familiar theme.
The sergeant caught up with Alicia’s father at Cohan’s Haunted House. A curious throng stood by the police barricades in front of the boardwalk attraction. “Thank God Alicia’s okay.” Then he chuckled. “I can’t figure out if this will be good for business or bad.”
“Are you the sole owner?” Greeley asked.
“Alicia and I,” said the sad-eyed, middle-aged man. “Alicia has an inheritance from her grandparents. I’m the trustee until she turns 30 or gets married. A chunk of her money went into Cohan’s Haunted House. It’s a good investment for her.”
“Did you see or hear anything this morning? Anything at all?”
Cohan shook his head. “Robert and the kids were all there when I unlocked the doors. I locked up behind them, then went upstairs to the office. They often joked about a real killer getting loose in the haunted house.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“That ghost costume came from a storage closet. And the ax…”
“Was the stairwell fire ax.”
Cohan sighed. “It doesn’t look like an outsider, does it?”
Sergeant Greeley agreed. It was an inside job, all right. And he had a good idea which insider it was.
I don’t want to read the rest. Too long. If you put detail like that, that’s gotta be a clue, so she’s culprit.
It’s correct .
Alicia’s “unconscious” body was too close to the door to allow the killer to exit.
Millie was right about Jason’s state of mind. He had been ready to dump Alicia and return to his old love. But Alicia wasn’t ready to let go.
While the others changed clothes, Alicia grabbed the ghost costume and the mask, plus the ax from the stairwell. She attacked Jason, but he fought back, cutting and bruising her in the process. The only way that Alicia could explain away the injuries was to pretend to be a second victim. She discarded the ax and costume, then pretended to be unconscious in the dungeon room.
Her one mistake? She lay down too close to the room’s only door. If a real attacker had been in there, he would have had to move her body in order to squeeze out the door.
Trying again, it’s a easy one , i think i know the answer without looking at the answer.
Poor Mr. Teddy was found dead in his study by Mr. Fiend.
Mr. Fiend recounted his dismal discovery to the police:
“I was walking by Mr. Teddy’s house when I thought I would just pop in for a visit. I noticed his study light was on and I decided to peek in from the outside to see if he was in there. I walked through the snow towards the window, and I had to wipe the condensation off the window to see inside. That is when I saw his body. I kicked in the front door to confirm my suspicions of foul play. I called the police immediately afterward.”
The officer immediately arrested Mr. Fiend for the murder of Mr. Teddy.
How did he know Mr. Fiend was lying?