The House on Forest Ave.

Discovery

-I apologize for any spelling errors. I will try to update every week or so, but bear with me I'm in school.

Things like this never change. Felicia Banks stood over the body, noting every little detail, from the loose brick with the splat of blood, to the little boy, Erik Flynn, who was brutally massacred, the body parts cut up into bits the same size of a coin, all but the head.

The head that was missing it's eyes.

Felicia Banks shook her head, sipping her coffee. It was always the murder cases that showed up in the morning, never the petty crime, or some missing child.

She took a snapshot of the scene and walked into the other room, where Mrs. Flynn was, crying her eyes out about her son, the doughnuts brought in by the towns people left untouched. Her tears were spilling on the dry, bitter-sweet frosting, rolling down the sides and soaking into the paper towel.

Felicia puts a hand on Mrs. Flynn, not knowing what to do. Mrs. Flynn looks up, eyes red and puffy, lip trembling. Before she knows it, Mrs. Flynn collapsed into Felicia's arms and started bawling again.

Felicia awkwardly pats her back, wishing she had more experience with grieving a family member. She had recently transferred from Chicago PD where she specialized in murder. Felicia had been given the cases where the person had no existing family members due to her extreme lack of social skills.

She had transferred to this town to get away from all the murder. But of course there had to be a murder case the first weekend she was here. Felicia had the most experience in this field, so they sent her to check it out. She wasn't expecting this to be one of the most brutal cases of her career.

While lost in her thoughts, the rest of her coworkers had showed up and where now talking to Mrs. Flynn. Sheriff McKinney took Felicia by the shoulders and shook her gently. Emerging from her mind, Felicia saw the darkness in his eyes.

"George," she asked, "is this the first murder you've ever had?" His silence was all she needed. As well as the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Felicia pulls him into a hug.

"He was a good kid, Felicia," McKinney, repeated. Over and over and over again, the same phrase. He was a good kid, he was a good kid, he was a good kid.

Later in the day, Felicia Banks was replaying the scene details. She always did this with her murder cases, either to console herself, or to sub-consciously help solve it.

The office had gotten a call about a foul odor coming from a nearby vacant house. The caller was a little old lady. Felicia guess she was around 70. She said she had smelled it for about a week, but didn't want to call the police over nothing.

Meredith Clark, the receptionist, had walked into Felicia's office at 7:30 that morning to report the phone call. Felicia agreed to the job only because Meredith offered to buy dinner that night.

At 7:34 am on Tuesday, October 3 2017, Felicia Banks (age 36) found the body of Erik Flynn (age 9) in the house 772, on Forest Ave, in Bracks, Iowa.

Clearly this case was fucked up, but Felicia didn't care. Felicia had seen worse. Felicia could handle a little bit of blood. At least that's what Felicia told herself.