Detective Sargent Silly – The Case of the Dishy Duck
(Story by Deano)
The old house looked cold and deserted. Thunder and lightning
flashed with loud booms as heavy rain fell from the murky skies. A
large wooden sign hovered above a battered oak door. On closer
inspection you could see a single chain held it up as it swayed with
a series of creaks. The windows were chipped and stained, making
it impossible to see what was behind them. Green damp moss
decorated the walls, merged with scatterings of mud and the
remains of a chicken vindaloo. The surrounding area was very dark
and cold, and creepy howling noises trailed along with the strong
gale that circled the house. Ethel Silly and her son, Detective
Sargent Silly, stood in front of the house, gazing through the
swirling darkness – wondering what laid in store for them.
‘This is the place,’ Ethel said, ‘Not-So-Sunny-View Boarding House.
One of the most interesting B&Bs in Blackpool. I must say it looks a
‘Indeed Mummy.’ replied D.S. Silly – her 32-year-old son.
Shrugging her shoulders Ethel walked up to the oak door. Brushing
the rain out of her eyes she reached for the large brass knocker.
Each time the knocker hit the door a loud pounding noise was
heard. Suddenly the door opened before them. It creaked as it
opened before coming to a stop. Ethel peeked into the bleak
‘Is there anybody there?’ She called.
They entered the house, only to step into more darkness. The house
felt cold and empty and the only sound was the faint dripping of a
faulty tap. Then – another sound startled them, the sound of a
match being lit. They spun round on their heels and gasped in
terror. A bright light bobbed in the darkness, and appeared to be
floating towards them. Closer and closer it came. Suddenly a voice
‘Oh hello. Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Ah, here’s the light
The room lit up and Ethel came face to face with an old lady. She
was grossly overweight with a wispy