Horror O' Scope

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Now most people would have settled for yes, Shannan killed his family, but there is a few who arent so convinced.

While Shannan was locked up that night, someone killed the grandpa.

It was posed as a suicide. He was found hanging from a fan but when the biopsy came back it didn't make sense. His neck snapped and it couldn't have if he was hung where he was found. What had happened was he was thrown off three stories and then moved to the house.

You cant move yourself if you're dead.

Shannan couldn't have done it cause he was locked up so who did?

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(Eric's POV)

1:30 AM

Why am I still up? Still in my office while the rest of my team is asleep? Something isn't right.

Shannan is in protective custody and the killer is still out there.

Where and who is it?

(Shannan's POV)

I'm in protective custody but I don't feel protected.

I have cops and FBI crawling around me 24/7 and they check up on me just about every 15 minutes.

I think I finally dozed off cause I went back to the night my family died.

It smelt so good even though we had just finished eating our spaghetti dinner.

I walk away from the bar stool I was sitting on in the kitchen and stop as soon as I am out of veiw of everyone in front of the front door.

I'm not feeling so well. My stomach hurts and so does my head.

I heard the clinking sound of my mum doing the dishes and the running water in the bathroom up stairs. I also hear the electronic pews as Garrett is hammering the buttons on her remote. I think she's losing as usual.

"Shannan! Shannan come play a round with me!" She yells.

"No I dont feel like it right now!" I yell back.

I really dont feel like doing anything right now, maybe I'll go to bed.

"Come on please?!"

"No Garrett I said NO!"

"Fine a-hole!"

I am walking past the game room and I hear my dad in the next room over.

"Shannan come in here for a minute."

"No dad I need to go to bed, I'm not feeling so well."

"You get in here when I call you young man!"

I bow my head and say,

"Yes sir."

I obediently walk into the living room and see him leaning against the fireplace.

"That wasnt so hard now was it?"
"No sir. Sorry sir."

"That's more like it. Now you're probably wondering why I called you in here. Its very simple actually. I heard that you've been messing with our neighbor's cat again. And I'm not gonna take this shit anymore. I'm tired of it. Your a man and its time you start acting like one!"

I stand in disbelief. I never touched that damn cat! Why would I? I hate my dad and cats how can this be happening?

My stomach turns making me cringe.