People finder

The People Finder is a spooky story about a man who has an uncanny knack for tracking down lost items and missing people. Seymour Bellow had a strange knack for finding things that other people had lost. He became well-known around town for his unerring ability to track down anything that had been misplaced. Once, while on a picnic in the park, a wealthy woman dropped her gold brooch. Without asking a single question, Seymour walked into the park, groped around in the grass and produced the missing brooch. Whenever anyone asked him how he did it, Seymour would just reply with a smile, 'I've got a knack for this sort of thing.' Often, when he recovered someone's cherished or valuable possession, they would be so grateful that they would insist on giving him a small reward. Sometimes, his uncanny ability would lead him to find money that people had dropped in the street, which he would keep for himself. This was his only source of income, because for most of his life, he had never done an honest day's work. His wife, Marsha, was fed up his irresponsible behavior and grew tired of barely having enough money to put food on the table. She constantly nagged him, demanding to know when he was going to stop being lazy and find a real job. Whenever she criticized him, Seymour would fly into a rage and storm out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. It wasn't long before Seymour's strange knack for finding things became the talk of the town and he found himself in great demand. now and then, the police even contacted him and asked if he would provide his services for a small fee. They called him The People Finder. One day, a middle-aged woman went missing while out for a walk and, when the police couldn't track her down, they turned to Seymour for help. Within a few hours, he made his way out to the lake and discovered the woman's dead body floating face-down in the water. She had been crossing a bridge when she must have lost her footing and fallen in. On another occasion, a twelve-year old boy ran away from home. Seymour found him hiding out in the woods, living in a makeshift hut and surviving on a diet of beans and stale bread. The boy had a nasty rash caused by poison oak, but at least he was alive. The police were happy to be able to reunite him with his parents. While Seymour was basking in his new-found fame, his wife was telling him he was the worst husband any woman could wish for. He never repaired the house, never bought her new clothes and never made enough to buy her dinner at a restaurant. Seymour began to find it very difficult to control his temper in the face of his wife's withering criticism. As time went on, their arguments became worse and worse. Seymour longed to be rid of his wife and dreamed of spending the rest of his life as a single man. He couldn't remember why he had married her in the first place and wished she would just drop dead. That way, he would collect a large amount of money from her life insurance and could live comfortably for the rest of his days, without ever having to work again. It was on a humid Summer night, in the middle of June, that Seymour received another phonecall from the police. They told him that an 18-year old girl had gone out alone on the river with her father's speedboat and hadn't returned. The police managed to recover the speedboat, which was damaged, but the girl was nowhere to be found. They said she had been missing for three days. 'Why didn't you call me sooner?' growled Seymour. An hour later, he was walking up and down the banks of the river. Shaking his head, he led the police officers down to a marshy spot at a bend in the river. There, they found the missing girl's body. She was floating in the muddy water, obscured by plants and weeds. Her corpse had been partially devoured by animals. Apparently, the reckless girl had been going too fast in the speedboat. When the boat crashed, she was thrown out and hit hear head on a rock, knocking her unconcious. She drowned and her body was carried downriver by the currents until it got snagged in the reeds. T