Bewitching

Ch. 1: Welcome to Brookshollow

Casey Dorsey leaned forward,  folding his arms in front of him. Peering down at the photos before him, he found himself getting a nagging feeling. Two different girls in just a few weeks killed the exact same way. Multiple stab wounds to the abdomen.  Was it a serial killer? Was it a coincidence?

He did not know, but the scenes seemed eerily familiar.  Brookshallow had been quiet for nine years, and now there had been two murders. Murders that reminded him of the very first year of his career. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and this dark blue eyes flickered up.

"Come in," he called out to his unknown visitor. The door opened, and standing there was his captian. 

Rodney McAllister stuck his head to the door, "Press conference in five."

Casey nodded, closing the folder on his desk containing the graphic pictures and standing up from his chair. He met Captian McAllister at the door.

"Do you remember that case from about nine years ago?" Casey asks. "The one that happened across from my parent ranch?"

The captain furrowed his brow, "Yeah, the Garners.  Father was murdered by the son. We never caught the son."

"I think it's him. I think he's back, and he murdered these girls."

"There was no connection back then. The incident was isolated."

"Yeah, but don't you find it weird that we never found him, and now the same exact murders are happening again?"

"A little, but it happened ten years ago. Do you think he'd resurface after ten years to kill again?"

"The guy killed his own father and tried to murder his sister, I wouldn't put anything past him," Casey tells him. "I think we should call his sister in for questioning. She might be able to give us a clue on what he's been up to."

Captain McAllister smirks," A real modern day Michael Myers." He pushed through the door as the camera flashed in front of them.

***

Georgia was nervous. A wave of sickness overtook her as soon as she passed by the WELCOME TO BROOKSHALLOW sign. Right after the phone call with Detective Dorsey,  she had been sick to her stomach. The town always made her uneasy, but with the investigation and the many secrets looming over her, she was terrified.

The town was quaint, mostly quiet, at least since her brother had disappeared. Since she had disappeared. She had forgotten how much of the town was Forrest.  The little shops in downtown always reminded her of a hallmark movie, especially during the winter when it snows.

When she pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, her mother was standing on the porch. Her mother's expression was as expected. She was worried, too. Georgia wasn't surprised when she told her that they also wanted to speak with her.

Georgia glanced back at the little boy nestled in his carseat. There was a lot on the line, and everyone had every reason to worry. She undid her seatbelt and opened her car door. Her mother approached her solemnly.

"It's good to see you," her mother said, embracing her. "I'm very disappointed that this is why."

"Well," Georgia said, letting out a heavy sigh. "What have you heard?"

"Two women were murdered in this past two weeks. If they are calling both of us in -"

"They think it's Calvin," Georgia intercede. "Which is impossible." She grasped the ruby colored amulet around her neck.

She turned to her car. "Well, I guess I'll get this over with. Thank you for watching Jamie."

"Of course."

It only took a moment to arrive at the police station.  Georgia sat in the car, staring ahead at the small brick building. The last time she had been in the building, she sat in a chair in an interrogation room, being questioned on the whereabouts of her brother.

Covered in her father's blood, trembling and frightened. She could not tell the truth then, and she was not telling the truth now. The only thing she had were lies to give. It was for the best, and the truth would solve nothing.

Her hands grasped the wheel tightly. She felt paralyzed.

You have to get this over with so you can get the hell out of this town.

Taking a breath, she finally opened the door and got out of the car. A gush of wind blew past her. It made the slow journey to the door of the precinct