The Case of Frederick Von Hatstand

He stood in the corner of Harry’s Office.

He said nothing.

You could feel his presence, it was sinister.

His shadow was cast across all of Harry’s work.

Harry looked up from his desk and glanced across the room.

He saw a figure in the shadows.

"What do you want?"

The figure said nothing.

Harry swallowed and slowly moved towards the figure.

He could make out the silhouette of a man.

6’6 with a heavy trench coat and a sharp hat.

A noise outside, a distraction, a chance.

Harry threw a punch.

Von Hatstand rocked backwards and then struck.


Harry’s eyes rolled as Von Hatstands head butt impacted.

Harry fell to the ground.

Harry could hear the birds pecking at his skull.

He opened his eyes slowly.

He was covered by a grey trench coat,

And in the corner of the room stood a hat stand.


Richard Staines.