Detective Garfield

Raggedy

Garfield and Jon pulled up to the Bergen mansion.  The exterior was completely still and silent, almost unaturally so.  No breeze, no sound of animals, just complete silence. Jon broke out in a sweat. Garfield, however, was completely unfazed. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"Let's get this over with. I'm done with toys for a while; unless they have catnip in them." Garfield stated.

"Couldn't agree more. This has been too much for me." Jon replied.

"Maybe if it has a fun feather on it too. I'd miss those..." Garfield muttered, paying no attention to Jon.

The police tape which had previously been surrounding the porch had been completely shredded and sat around front yard. They exchanged concerned glances, then continued. They walked up to the front door and noticed it was slightly open.

"Well, I don't love that." Jon whispered.

Garfield was running out of patience.  This case had dragged on long enough and he was ready to put the perpetrator in their place and get this over with. He kicked the door wide open and stode through confidently.

He flicked the light switch but no lights turned on. 

"Really?" he said annoyed.  The dark and stillness from the exterior had invaded the house and gave off the feeling of being trapped in a coffin.  "Enough is enough. Get me a flashlight from the car."

Jon scampered off to the car and returned with an outdoor camping lamp, one bright enough to light a wide area around them.

Garfield turned it on and his confidence and annoyance quickly dissipated.  In addition to the torn up furnishings they had previously encountered during their initial investigation, there now was blood. Everywhere. It stained the walls, pooled on the floor, and congealed on the ceiling. Jon gulped hard.

"Let's go, Garfield. This is not going to end well."

"No," Garfield said, trying to gather his composure.  "This has to end." He slowly started to move further into the house. Jon was terrified, but followed closely.  The only thing scarier than the scene that was unfolding was the thought of being alone.

They continued on to the end of the room and found the staircase leading to the second floor. It was not in better condition than the entryway they had just left.  Blood covered everything.

"This is too much blood to just be one person!" Jon uttered in a horrified whisper. "We really are in too deep Garfield; we need to call the police and get the heck out of here now!".

As he said this, a high pitched ting came from the top of the stairs. They both froze. For a second, just silence, but shortly thereafter, another ting. Then another. It was getting closer. Garfield held up the flashlight to get a better look at the top of the stairs. His eyes followed a small shape glinting in the light as it came down the stairs towards them. It bounced to a dead stop on the stair in front of them. It was a a police badge covered in gore.

"Fantastic..." Jon wailed. Before he could continue to process the horror, the sound appeared again; this time followed by an eruption of identical noises. They both yanked their the heads upwards to see about a dozen of similarly mangled police badges rolling down towards them.

"Ok," Garfield said. "We can get help now." and jumped into Jon's arms. "Let's get out of here!" he shouted.

Jon didn't need any further instructions; he turned and bolted as fast as he could down the stairs.  As they barreled down the stairs, the door at the bottom they had come through flew shut and dark, thick blood began to seep through the from the edges and the crack on the bottom.