Grandma always loved riddles. She loved them so much, she became one.
So, at her funeral, I wasn't surprised when I found a small letter underneath my seat, addressed to me, Phil. Everyone knew that Grandma had been murdered, stabbed and poisoned, by a murderer who was still unknown. But, the letter would reveal all.
Dearist Fil.
I wish I haidn't died so soon, I meahn, 70 was really too youang. But, I havve left a nice sume of money to money to you. Share it with your bbrother. I meen, you donet have to, it is just a suggestionn, a hummurous. U have to be nirce and kindd to alle, and resperct alle too. But I lovedd yoi, your mother, your fatther, even your grawndpa, that should explaain why I lives so long. Mmaybe you will remomber me, me you won't, burt, it is all the same. I will always bi tthere, for all.
Love, Grandzma
Who killed her?
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Murder Riddles
RandomHighest Ranking #1 in Short Story... A collection of murder, theft, and other riddles. After reading these, you'll be able to say; it was Prof. Plum in the living room with the lead pipe. Do not try these at home! I have not made these up myself...
