September, 12, 2015
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DAN HOWELL
When I arrived to the crime scene the aroma of old blood and rotting flesh hit my nostrils. Everyone had a mask to cover themselves from the smell but I went without one, I only took the gloves.
"Hey, why aren't you wearing a mask? It smells like my step mom in here." Drew complains with a look of disgust. The chief sighs as he hears the comment, it seems he gave up on scolding Drew. I know he'll start again tomorrow morning.
"I prefer not to." I give my answer and don't intend to elaborate. Drew can sense that, so he stays quiet as we enter the basement. The sight is horrible, even with the police officers trying to clean it up I can see the writing clearly on the wall.
I'M BACK OLD FRIEND
I walk over to the wall and study the way it is written. I notice chunk stuck on the wall, it doesn't look chewed up. It actually looks as if it were harshly ripped off.
"What do you think, boss?" Drew asks me, looking at the writing as well. I try reading his expression and see he looks confused.
"It was written with the victim's organs." I conclude, and Drew looks blown away.
"Oh my god, what would we do without this guy, chief? You would have got sacked long ago." Drew exclaims, the chief sends him a warning look before turning back to me.
"How can you tell?" He questions, I bite my lip before pointing to the chunk.
"I want this piece of flesh to be sent for investigation. It could have been ripped off as the person wrote this message." I order, taking the chunk off the wall, Louise hands me a plastic bag and I put the chunk in there.
I look at the message and the handwriting looks familiar. I furrow my eyebrows, this isn't Anne's writing. I've never seen her write, then who wrote this?
"All mighty lord, do you have any other ideas?" Drew questions with a hint of excitement.
"Well, I don't see any chewed up chunks on the floor. And according to how the organs were removed it doesn't seem like it's being sold. Then what did the killer do with them?" I sigh as I come with no leads. Drew shrugs before he walks off, I hope he could use his dumb luck to find me a clue.
"Anything else you need here?" Louise asks, she's been taking down a bunch of notes and studying the place.
"Burn this house." I order, Louise looks at me like I'm crazy.
"You can't possibly order-" Louise begins to disagree but I shake my head. I look at the message as if it were a challenge, it only angers me to know I have no clues as to who is behind this. This is the first time I feel stupid and clueless.
"Burn this fucking house down." I demand with anger laced in my tone. I rip off my gloves and throw them on the floor. I begin to walk away, and Drew notices my departure and races behind.
"Why are you-" He begins but I hold my hand to him.
"I'm going home for the day." I dismiss, and he stops following me. I walk out the door and begin my journey to my house. Who the hell is this murderer? How do they know my name? They're probably from Bridgeport, and somehow followed but who would? Who would be this gruesome? Maybe it is Anne, the bullet probably didn't kill her. She's back for revenge like in my nightmares. It wasn't her handwriting on the wall though, and she isn't gruesome without the demon.
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The minute I make it home, I see a package on my doormat. I sigh, it's probably the drugs I ordered to help me relax at night. I unlock my door, with the package in my arms. The demon races to where I stand and looks at the box with excitement.
