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The Home Run Killer

Have you ever thought of a person that you knew for sure couldn't be human? That could never die even if you tried everything in your might to stop him. I am not talking about Jeff or Jane The Killer, no. I am talking about someone equally, or possibly, more terrifying than them: Tulo Beloff A.K.A. "The Home Run Killer."

I guess I should start the story by saying that I am a detective who was investigating the horrific murders committed by Tulo Beloff, or more urbanly known as "The Home Run Killer", who is still at large to this very day. Tulo reportedly quote on quote "Home-Runned" 22 victims. I am here to tell you what I came up with of the little known history of The Home Run Killer. He is described as a shady man, usually wearing a hoodie or a sweater, with a red bandana covering his mouth. His face is described with the contents of somewhat long black hair, and red eye contacts.

Tulo Iska Beloff was born in a small Romanian town on January 2nd, 1981. At the age of 3, Tulo's father, Sergei, beat his mother Mikaylia to death with a baseball bat, and was sentenced to hanging. Tulo was then sent to an American orphanage. Sadly, no one was ever interested in adopting poor Tulo. Even in high school, Tulo would always walk his way back to the orphanage he called home. Now, you could be feeling sympathy for Tulo Beloff, before I tell you that he was 21 times worse than his father, and diabolical enough to send the videos of his murders to the station. I guess this is a perfect time to explain the killings and how they went down.

So a week ago, we got an unknown phone mysteriously placed in front of the local police station, labeled for me specifically. We investigated the contents on the phone and only found 22 videos, there were no other changes to the phone, just 22 strange videos. The chief of police was not sure if I should investigate the videos. But, I didn't mind reviewing the videos, I was just very confused of why it was sent to me specifically. So, I entered my office to review the first video. If you didn't know, a detective's job for reviewing mysterious videos is to always be prepared. But trust me, no one could ever be prepared for what was on that phone. I got myself ready to record what was videotaped, hooked up the HDMI from the phone to a monitor, had a paper sketchpad ready to describe what was on it, and I was ready to watch the first video. I looked at the title of the first video. I found it somewhat questionable, as the video was simply named VD.1201 and was 15:41 seconds long. But I sat back, and hit the play button.

The first strange thing I noticed, was that the video was pitch black for the first 15 seconds. I actually thought the video wasn't even playing, but I saw that the play button was not in it's 'pause' state. The first scene aside, I was immediately jolted from a loud noise being heard in the background of the video. The camera panned up to show a man lying on the ground, all tied up and beaten. He lay there, muffling and trying to scream as loudly as he could. Then, a man who I
assumed was the person behind the camera, started to speak in a very strange sounding accent:

"Yeah, you better be afraid, because I'm up at plate."

Afterwards, I heard the sound of a metallic object being dragged across the floor. Tulo sat the phone down on a nearby object and pointed it towards the victim. He was dragging a metal baseball bat on the floor beside him and walked over to the petrified victim. He was trying to do whatever he could to get out of there. Tulo had enough of the victim's futile begging and slowly said:

"You're... out."

Tulo took a fierce, powerful swing at the victim's face. He made a huge dent in his face on that swing. He then proceeded to brutally bash the poor man's skull in for who knows how long. I couldn't watch. After what seemed like ten minutes, I looked down in horror, about to gag. To be honest, I couldn't stop myself from vomiting in pure disgust. But then he finally stopped. I looked up to see the silence of the room and saw what was left of the man. His face was unrecognizable, covered in red guts and bone. His body lay limp upon the ground, an ocean of blood surrounding him. I looked back down, preparing for another gag, but nothing came out. I attempted to process the horrible crime scene I just witnessed, until the monster looked back at the camera and talked once more: