Her blood went cold as she went to open the door. Knock. Knock. Knock knock. I wasn't expecting anyone today. Should I dare to open the door?
She went to the door, her breathing staggered as she reached the door. She felt nervous, who could POSSIBLY be at the door? She grabbed the doorknob and began to slowly turn it, to open the door. The door finally opened.
In walked a man in tattered clothes, his hair grey and his breath reeked of alcohol. "Hello, are you Samantha?" The man asked.
"Yes, who are you?" she answered nervously.
"I'm Daniel Froid. I'm the Sheriff here. May I come in?" the man said, showing her the star on his jacket.
"Yes, of course Sheriff Froid." She said, as she opened the door wider.
"Thank you. Sorry to come unannounced, I figured that you were new in these parts, but I didn't mean to spook you." He admitted as he walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Would you like something to drink, s
Sir?" Samantha inquired.
"Coffee please," he requested as he sat down in an arm chair in the living room.
"Alright," she answered, before leaving the room.
The sheriff sat in a worn armchair, with a small wooden coffee table in front of it that had slightly rotted legs. As he looked around the room he noticed that it was small and modest with a wood stove, a wood rack, and a half tiled floor.
Samantha returned to the room with a cup of coffee and set it on the table in front of sheriff Froid and then stood in front of the fire, warming herself.
"So Samantha..." Froid started, looking at her as he spoke, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," she lied, knowing that she was only foreteen and that she needed to have a legal guardian.
The Sheriff looked surprised at her answer and spewed his coffee. He gave her a narrowed eyed gaze and responded, "No way! You don't look a day over thirteen!"
"I get that a lot," she answered wisely.
Sheriff Froid shook his head in disbelief and decided not to comment on it anymore. "I'm here because there's been a string of murders in town. Just wanted you to know so that you could take the necessary precautions to help you stay safe," he told her.
"A string of murders you say?" she asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, at least three people have been murdered, all in 'bout the same way. We think it might be a serial killer," Froid stated, holding back a slight grin.
"Sounds downright awful," Samantha answered.
"I suppose," He mumbled, slightly smiling to himself as he drank his coffee.
"Is that all you came here for?" Samantha wondered.
Froid looked around the room before answering, "Yes, guess I'll go now." He grinned as he set down his coffee and left.
Samantha sat in the livingroom, thinking about what had just transpired. That was a bit strange. And why did his breath smell like alcohol? Had he been drinking?
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