Police rushed to the seen the second it was reported and loud sirens pierced the peaceful night. People came out of their apartments to see what was going on. Dogs howled. Birds flew away. Investigators spilled out of vans.
Just as they were about to run to the body. One of the police officers shouted, "Hey, look! There's a door that's blended in with the bricks!"
So they went there instead.
After picking several complicated locks, they managed to push the door open. It was a musty room. Turning the lights on, they now saw a simple desk with a desk light, a few pieces of blank paper, and a chair. To the left was a mini fridge and a coat hanger. That was all.
They checked in the mini fridge.
There were a few bottles of water, a half eaten ham and cheese sandwich, and what looked to be dissected animal parts were placed in the fridge. As well as what smelled like a bowl of caramel sauce. At least it was a thick golden brown sweet substance. Like caramel. Probably caramel. Maybe something else. Inside the fridge, there was also a note.
The note read:
"I hope you like the caramel. DIG IN"
So they took the bowl of sauce and the dissected animal parts to the lab.
Outside, the dead body had been moved to the end of the street. Someone had dragged it. You could see the trails of red from where the man's head had been, now currently decapitated.
Another letter was found in the man's bowler hat, which had rolled off from his head.
It read:
"Dear Officers,
My deepest apologies for those smudged letters last time. I had no idea. However I hope you can read this one. I intend to die once I have reached my goal. But I have not done that yet. The fingerprints are fake by the way, your little devices won't know if one's real. Although, my advice for y- (smudged) -ot to meddle with my doings, you could mess up terrib- (smudged). I hoped you liked my mini-fridge surprise. Have lots of fu- (smudged).
With all do RESPECT,
- The Caramel Killer
Seven to 0, people, seven, to zero.
A/N: Sorry short chapter i feel lazy
