Murder House (Part One)

Interrogations and Suspicions

In the middle of the night when the full moon was rising, I was laying on my futon thinking of the events that happened today.

'Caroline told me the answer to my questions are in the school if I come at night.' I turn and lay on my back. 'But is it worth the risk? What if I get killed too?'

My eyes were getting heavy and my vision getting blurry, I sigh and give in to the sleep but my phone's ringing tone snapped me awake.

I answer it. "Hello?"

I hear breathing at the other end.

"Who is this?"

The breathing intensified and the call ended. Looking at the screen, I see it was an unknown number that called me.

'Was this some kind of prank?' I ask while putting the phone away. 'Who calls someone in the middle of the night?'

I shut my eyes and try to get fall asleep but my phone rang again; this time with a message.

'Good evening.'

I cock an eyebrow.

'How are you?'

'What happened in school was crazy right?'

'Okay, this is creepy.' So I type back.

'Who are you?'

Within a few minutes, there came a reply. 'Your...your boyfriend.'

A chill went up my spine.

'The one you promised to be with if we met again.'

'Promise to be with? What on earth...'

'Gah! I am so happy we are texting for the first time!

'This is amazing!

'I thought you would find me creepy and ignore me!'

His words made me realize my mistake so, I block the number and delete the messages.

'Maybe someone is playing a prank on me.' I sighed and closed my eyes.

My Aunt screaming at someone was the first thing that woke me up. Rushing out of my room, I see two policemen leading her out of the apartment in handcuffs.

"Let go of me! Do you know who I am?" she screeched as she was being dragged away.

"That's a nice way to greet an officer." a familiar voice said. I turn to the right and see the owner of the said voice was an old but well-built man with grey hair and a well-trimmed mustache. He wore a suit with a cowboy hat and had a stone-cold expression indicating that he has seen a lot of things no one wants to see.

"Good morning Ms. Cross-wood," he said tipping his hat. "I am Detective Walsh. Do you mind coming to the station to answer a few questions?"

I nod and ask for permission to change my clothes. He agreed and a few minutes later, I was riding in the back of the police car on my way to the station.

Tension hung in the air as we approach the building because this was the last time I came here three years ago.

'They ruled it out as an accidental death so why am I here?' I thought.

Parking in front of the building, the Detective led me inside the interrogation room. People stared at us but I ignore them because this wasn't the first time. I just hoped this would not spike up rumors that would ruin his career.

The interrogation room was cold and eerily quiet. Sitting on a chair at one end of the table, the Detective took the other seat at the other end and fiddled with something before talking to me.