PART NO. 1 - Alon school - Kfar Saba

Alon`s tales from the cryptpsy-cop

It all began when I got a phone call from John McDree, the county sherriff
of Maycomb.
Right after I hang up, I took my gun, kissed my cat goodbye and went out
to face my new mission.
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself: my name is Max Stolson but
everybody calls me "chain-saw". I`m a 31 years old single white male,
works for the Federal Bureau of Invastigation. Well... back to our story:
when I got to the sherriff`s office it was about 5 a.m. and I was very
sleepy. I got a short brief about yesterday`s brutal murder: a young
female, in her 20`s, was butchered with a sharp object. She was cut about
50 times all over her body.
"We assume she was murdered by her boyfriend after she dumped him" John
said.
"No, I don`t think so" I replied "I don`t believe the boyfriend would have
killed her so brutally, after 2 years of dating, but I`ll check it anyway",
I continued. After a short silence he finally said "Let`s go see the
corpse, and see what we can find out, ok?" "sure" I said.
We left the office and headed towards the morgue. When we arrived there,
the guard smiled at John and said something like "hi, sherrif" and we
entered the morgue. I felt that chill that I always feel when I enter that
place. I saw a hand peeking beneeth he blue cover. The sherriff pulled
off the cover and then I saw it, I was shocked...

PART NO. 2 - Ben Gurion High School - Petach Tikva

........how badly the girls body was mutilated. Her nose was cut off, her
eyes were gorged out, her fingers were broken and nails torn off, at the
place of her heart a cross was carved. A note was printed on her hair,
but it was just the beginning. Was this going to be a treasure hunt? The
note read-

If its big, the lover lied
To get away I really tried.
If you want to know more,
Look behind the kitchen door.

I wondered which kitchen door. Could it be her house, her lovers house
or possibly someone elses house? We immediately ran to the girls
house, broke the front door so we could get in. Where was the kitchen?
We couldnt find it.
We looked all over. Suddenly we saw a beautiful doll house, it was
strange because it was an exact duplicate of the girls house. We were
able to find the kitchen in the doll house. We saw the door, and
looked behind it, but where was the note?...............

PART NO. 3 - Ironi tet school - Tel Aviv

We almost gave up and were about to leave the girl's house, when by
mistake my hand touched a tiny button behind the kitchen door. At that
moment, a beautiful miniature doll sprang up, and started dancing slowly
and solemnly. The tune was sad and repetitious:

Life and death,
Deceit and blood,
Love and hate,
Passion is blind...

The tune had a strangely soothing effect on both of us; we looked
hypnotized at the dancing doll. But then the music stopped abruptly; the
doll kept on moving for a few more seconds. I then noticed a strange
resemblance between the doll's beautiful face and the face of a young
woman in a photograph hanging on the wall in the next room. We decided to
take the photograph with us, when we noticed two more figures , hardly
visible, in the same picture: one was a dog, lying on the grass, the other
one was the shape of a man, lurking behind a tree.
We were about to leave the ghastly house, when I heard a plaintive ,
whining sound.Was it a baby crying? I looked around, and I couldn't
believe my eyes: right there , behind the doll house, was the dog we had
seen in the picture; it seemed to be crying softly. All of a sudden it
jumped at me and started barking wildly. It seemed that it was talking to
me. I felt compelled to follow it.
"What are you doing? We must return to the police station at once!" I
heard the sheriff shouting in my direction .But I could not , I did not
want to answer. I kept on running, following the dog, as if in a trance.
The landscape became unfamiliar to me; the night was drawing nearer;
I could hardly breathe. I must have fallen, or fainted. I was woken up by a
strangely familiar tune:

Life and death ,
Deceit and blood,
Love and hate,
Passion is blind...

I slowly raised my head. Where was I? And where was the dog? I tried to
look around. The area was deserted, with the exception of one dark house.
I made my way slowly and painfully towards the house. I noticed that it
was very old and badly in need of repair. Surely, no one could live there
! But the tune came from the direction of the house; there was no mistake
about that! I crept closer to the house and tried to look through the
broken window. What I saw...

PART NO. 4 - Oel Shem school - Ramat Gan

... was an empty room full of light. I looked at the walls and I couldn't
believe my eyes: they were covered with red spots. I raised my eyes to
the high ceiling, and what I saw was terrifying: a fan was still turning
around, and from one of its wings, I saw a body of a man hanging, turning
around, and drops of blood 'flying' all over and staining the white walls
of the rooms. I noticed s cross carved on its chest, which was familiar
to me from another place. " I have seen this man before", I said to
myself, and I suddenly remembered...: it was the man I saw in the picture,
hiding behind a tree.
Suddenly, the dog came running towards me with a note in his mouth.
I took the note from the dog's mouth, and started to read:

Two ways are lying ahead:
One of them will lead you to your death;
The other will lead you to the solution of the crime.

When I finished reading it, the dog started pulling my sleeve,and leading
me out.. He began running and I was following him. When we reached the
nearest crossroads, the dog stopped running. He came close to something
which was lying on the ground, right in the middle of the s.
I approached it, and what did I see?

On the ground I saw lying the doll house , with a note stuck in it. How the hell
did this doll house get here? Who the hell brought it here from the house?

With shaking hands I took the note out of the doll house, and read it:

When your life flashes before you,
make sure it's worth watching.

I knew I had to make the most important decision of my life. I had to choose
which way to go, not knowing what was lying ahead. I decided to follow
the way which...

PART NO. 5 - Yahalom school - Ramat Gan

....led me to the left. Being a left handed I had this superstition about
left side.
I used to believe that left side is my lucky side. I didn't go far to
encounter the most disgusting scenes in my life. All along the road cut
legs still in their shoes, cut fingers with the brilliant diamond rings on
them. One thing was obvious: no robbery was committed .
While proceeding I felt nauseous. Suddenly a sharp knife landed just next
to my foot, carrying another note:
"Your blood a gift for satan".
I had the slightest notion the these notes were trying to hold back my
investigations. This was absolutely the weirdest case I had ever
investigated in my life. I was deep in my thoughts when I heard the
familiar barking and then a heavy bang on my head and darkness.
I gained consciousness in a hospitroom with a broken leg and bruises
all over my body. I was all in pain when a nurse gave me a heavy
tranquilizer.
I woke up again at 3 that night by a sharp flash of light on the wall and
the terrifying voice of a men choir singing the familiar lines:

Life and death,
Deceit and blood,
Love and hate,
Passion is blind....

I decided I had to drag myself to the half open blind on the window and peep
out . I saw a hair raising scene. A Christian sect holding torches and
concealing all their bodies and heads with veils only revealing their eyes
and each of them holding a brass cross in their hands. Everything started
to make sense, I felt an over whelming desire to leave the hospital room
at once. I approached the door but I found it locked from outside.
How could I get away from the hostile sect singing outside? !.....

PART NO. 6 - Rashish school - Petach-Tikva

He bumped into the basement door that was in the hospital room, and he
knew that he will be able to escape from there. He opened the door and he
saw stairs that lead down the basement. He started going down the stairs,
but then he bumped into a stone or something and fell down the stairs
until he reached the buttom. After a few minutes he recovered from the
fall, and he started walking in the room. Suddenly he saw a typing machine
that on it layed a dead bloody cat.
After a couple of seconds he realized that it was his own cat, he started
crying and didn't know what to do. Later on he put the cat in his bag
since hethought he can use it as evidence, but it didn't prove anything.
While lookingaround the room he found a treasure box, he opened the box
and saw the ruineddoll and he heard the same tune that says:

Life and death,
Deceit and blood,
Love and hate,
Passion is blind...

He didn't pay attention to the words because he knew them really well.
He was tired and very exhusted but then he realized that there was a
continuation to the song, which was:

Go after the sign,
Maybe it's the cross, maybe it's the knife
Maybe it's the doll and maybe it's your life...

He was confused because of the new words in the song, and then he thought
that maybe he will have to pay with his own life in order to solve this
mystery case, but he has to solve it because he doesn't want to leave the
case open. All of a sudden, came from behind him a person with a knife
shaped like a cross and then...

PART NO. 7 (End of story) - Rodman - Kiriat-Yam
(teacher: Yehudit)

...I sharply turned and grabbed his hand, It was a tall man with black hair, his skin was pale like a ghost.
"How are you?" I asked him.
"you have been chosen to be a sacrifice to my master." His voice had an
echo and it sounded spooky.
"How are you? and how is your master?" I asked him.
"It is Satan him self and I am his servant."
"I see. . . that you are nuts!"
"You will die like that woman. . ."

I heard a loud noise and then I saw the dog, he jumped on the man and bit
his hand. I took the knife and hold it in the air. . .
"Stop right there!" it was the sheriff.
"what are you doing here?" He asked me.
"That man attacked me with this knife."
"What man!?" I turned and the man wasn't there, the dog disappeared too.
I went back with the Sheriff to the hospital and fell asleep on the bed.
I woke up on . . . my own bed at home, I guess it was only a dream,
the phone rang -- it was the sheriff.
"Hello Max, a young female in her 20's was butchered with a sharpe object.
she was cut about 50 times all over her body. . ."