House of the Seven Sirons

Chapter 3

Detective Carter walks down the grubby old crack steps, the heels of her boots make loud click-clack sounds on the steps as she walks down them into a large, open, dimly lit untidy basement beneath the spa that looks like it hasn't been clean in years as she looks around. Strolling off ahead of George as she looks around to see if there are any other rooms. Thinking that it would be the perfect place to hold someone hostage or hide a dead body. She looks back over her shoulder at George to see what he's up to.

"Is everything okay?" asks George, as he puts his hands inside his pockets and walks down the steps to join her.

"When was the basement last cleaned?" asks Detective Carter as she looks around the basement and walks towards an old dusty cupboard at the end of the basement to look is inside. She kneels and pulls the cupboard doors open that make a loud squeaking noise Stas she opens it and peers inside.

George stares at Detective Carter and quietly walks up behind her, wondering what she is looking at and if she has found anything interesting. "Have you found anything interesting?" he asks.

"Just some old...," answers Detected Carter with a pause. She turns and looks at him suspiciously as she takes a pair of forensic gloves out of her pocket and puts them on. "Whose clothes are these" She reaches inside the cupboard and takes out some torn clothes that have a red stain on them.

"I don't know," lies George. He stares at the torn clothes. Suddenly he remembers who they used to belong to. His mind blurred and a memory tore through his head. 

The hooded figures glare at the Asian woman on the altar as they gather around her, their fork tongues lick their pale lips hungrily. They lean in and start eating her. Their sharp serrated teeth shred through her skin tearing it hastily like sharp knives slicing through butter as they tore it from her slender legs and arms to consume it. Over the horrible sounds of groans and tearing flesh came loud sounds of bones cracking and crunching as the frenzied continued and the air smells of blood. Sharp nails rip through her clothes, tearing them to shreds as they ate her. red substance drains her body quickly creating large pools of crimson liquid, marking their territory of feeding. One hooded figure lifts her soft foot, examining the juicy meat it carries and eats it. Bones crack underneath his shark-like teeth as it chews into her skin

"Are you alright?" asks, detective Carter. She clicks her fingers loudly in front of him to grab his attention.

"I'm okay."

Detect Carter stares at George. Her thin brown brows furrow, her olive-green eyes lock onto to him like magnets narrowing to pinpricks with a stony gaze now fixes upon him. Noticing that he appears to be distancing himself. "You sure you're okay? You seem distracted."

"Honestly, I'm fine," lies George.

Detective Carter turns towards the cupboard again to have another look inside. She leans forward, causing the bottoms of her trouser legs to ride up over her heeled boots. After fidgeting around inside the cupboard for a couple of minutes, she comes across a pair of black high heels and takes them out to examine them for fingerprints. Wondering if they belong to the missing woman. If the clothes belonged to her. The case will become a murder case instead of a missing person one. Standing up, she sharply looks at George, "Who did these clothes and shoes belong to?" she demands, expressing her authority.

"I don't know. I've never seen them before," protests George. His heart pounds loudly in his chest, he feels sweat beads on his forehead.

"Why are you acting so nervous?"

"I'm not n-nervous, I just don't like being in a b-basement for too long," stutters George. He turns away to avoid making eye contact. Standing stiff and uncomfortable. Breathing quietly under his breath, he thinks of ways how to get himself out of the situation but nothing came to mind.

Detective Carter stares at George. She wonders what has caused him to suddenly start behaving suspiciously. He seemed fine earlier when they were speaking in his office up until now. His behaviour seems to chang when he saw the clothes and heels.

"Do you still need my assistance or am I allowed to go now?" asks George.

"Yes, you can go now," Answers Detective Carter. Although she is suspicious about his behaviour and the clothes she has discovered, she has no evidence to hold him responsible for the woman's disappearance.