I was walking through a book store and stopped to browse at all of the popular fiction books. I then looked up from my book and saw a familiar face. It was my favorite teacher from when I was in Junior High. His name Arnold Brodeur. I waved to him and he waved back. I walked over and shook him hand and we made some small talk about things in general. I then asked him if he wanted to go for a coffee at the nearby Starbucks. He agreed. 

Johnny was a strange man with strange habits. As a boy he would always count his steps when he walked and everything he did had to end in even numbers. His parents at first didn't think much of it until his teachers called from school explaining his unusual habits such as looking for gum underneath the desks and making sure that all of his fellow students had sharp pencils. The was the early mindset of Johnny O'toole. It should be noted that little Johnny was a perfectionist and a brilliant student. He cared about his friends and his teachers, always making them birthday cards and get well cards if they were sick. Johnny was a good boy. 

Harold Krause grew in the household and in the environment of very simple and frugal parents. Nothing was wasted and everything was saved. When they went grocery shopping the family only bought the poorest quality of goods. Fruit was usually picked out of a dumpster from a local restaurant or grocery store and turned into jam. Meat was of low grade fatty quality and there were never any type of sweets or luxuries in the household. Sweets were no good his mother said because it would do nothing more than rot his teeth and raise the dentist's bill. Some might think that because the family was so cheap and frugal that they liked to indulge in the realm of five finger discounts, but they never did because they believed in honesty. They would go through garbages for food because they believed it to be a crime and a sin to throw it away, so to them this was not stealing.

The old man lived alone at the house at the end of the street and at the end of the street there was a field. For years he had lived a hermitized and secluded life. At one time he apparently had a wife and one day she disappeared and was never found. Because of this the old man was hounded by police for years. They dug up his basement and dug up his yard but they found no evidence of his wife. Rumor had it that his wife had cheated on him just after they had gotten married and after the incident he had locked her up in the basement. People had said that they heard someone screaming the basement and others had claimed that they had seen shadows of someone in the basement. But nobody thought anything of it because the couple were eccentric and anti-social. Over time people grew suspicious when the old man reacted strangely to being questioned about his wife. Then one day the police said they had received an anonymous call that a lady was being tortured in the basement. The police investigated quickly and found no evidence of someone being held captive. They also found no wife either. The old man claimed that she had left him long ago and he didn't care where she was. The police persisted in their investigation but got nowhere.