Deadly Games [ Creepypasta/KP Fanfic. ]

1 | Detective Farlaine

From afar, the beautiful lights coming from the grand hall colors the nightsky brilliantly. Classical music plays, bringing the people dressed in suits and glamorous gowns onto the center. There was a long table lined at the side filled with a number of dishes to taste.

This is a party held by one of the richest man in Chicago— Stephen Kalinowski. It's his daughter's eighteenth birthday so he made all the preparations weeks ago. A father's effort in trying to make his little girl happy.

All of a sudden, a scream belonging to a young lady ruins the peaceful atmosphere and the lovely classical music stops.

All eyes turn to where the scream came from. A maid runs down the stairs holding a panicked look across her oval–shaped face. She announces once she reaches the first floor "Miss Daphne is dead!"

Hearing the word 'dead' causes everyone to panic. It spreads quick like a wildfire in the grasslands. The guests begin to start moving out for fear something else may happen next.

"We must leave! We aren't safe here!"

Before any of them can step out...
"Wait!" a man in a white suit steps into the dance floor along with his butler, Raven. The sound of click clack is heard from under their feet as they pass by. The butler had a neutral expression on his face, on the other hand, anger was visible on Stephen's visage. Everyone begins to back away in fear.

"What are you talking about, Irish?" he approaches the maid with fists firmly clenched.

The movements of her eyes indicate nervousness. She lowers her voice inaudible for me to hear. But I have learned a technique called 'lip reading'

"Your daughter was found dead in her bedroom. She's dead, sir. Dead" the word taunts the man as he grits his teeth.

He returns his attention to the people and states "Nobody leaves! I'll be calling the police to investigate and interrogate everyone"

"You're suspecting us?!" someone shouts.

Ladies wrap their arms around their companians, hoping they would protect them from any harm. There was minimum whispering about the situation. A girl no older than seventeen steps into the dance floor.

"Mr. Kalinowski," she walks up to the man, "there is no need to contact the police for such"

Standing a few meters away, she pulls to a stop and further says "The murderer is in this room right now. I have studied the crime scene and observed everyone's behaviors and actions in here. I must say, I have concluded on who the murderer is"

"Enlighten us, if you may" Stephen Kalinowski crosses his arms and listens to her explanation.

"If I'm not mistaken the party starts at seven noon. Around eight–thirty, Daphne went down to greet her guests then heads back up at about nine. And no one has come up to see her. That time, someone snuck up from the outside to climb to the room she stayed at.

"He climbed onto a tree and jumped across to the balcony. When she wasn't looking, he takes the glass trophy in hand and with a swift, smashes it onto her head.

"The fatal wound was on the left side of her head signifying that he could have been left–handed." she stops, looking across the room until landing her eyes on the butler, Raven.