One cold, rainy night, there was a two-story, brick house where fifteen year old Maddison Gray lived with her mother, Linda Gray. At about 1:21 AM, when Maddison's mom was asleep, Maddison was on Facebook chatting with a stranger. As she and the stranger were chatting, she didn't notice anyone climb in the window. Soon after that, the stranger sent a message to Maddison,
Turn........Around........
'What a weird thing to say,' Maddison thought as she turned around. Whenever she turned around, someone jumped at her and stabbed her seventeen times in the chest. Maddison screamed as loud as she possibly could to get her mom's attention. When Linda heard her daughter scream, she ran to her room only to find Maddison dead by her computerand the window wide open. Linda ran downstairs to the house phone and called 911.
"Hello? Can I get in touch with the police station?" She asked nervously.
"This is the police station. What's your problem?"
"I was in my room sleeping when I heard my daughter scream. I went to her room to see what was wrong. As I opened the door, I saw my daughter dead with blood everywhere and the window open. Please help. I'm scared."
"Don't worry. We're on our way."
After they hung up, she clutched the phone to her chest and started crying. 'I can't believe.......she's really gone....' She thought and warm tears ran down her smooth pale face.
An hour and forty-five minutes later, the police arive. "Hello ma'am. My name is Detective Alfred Jones. I am here because you said your daughter was killed?" He asked her.
"Yes sir. Up in her room," She said pointing up the stairs, her red eyes caving in fear. Detective Alfred followed to where her pale finger was pointing and went upstairs.
Detective Alfred was a tall, slender guy, about in his twenties. He had dirty blonde hair with a strange cowlick sticking up on the right side of his head. He had sky blue eyes and wore glasses. He was wearing a long, black coat, white collar shirt, black tie, black pants, and black dress shoes.
Detective Alfred went up stairs looking for Maddison's room. He eventually found the door to her room, and when he opened it, he was meet with a horrific sight. Blood from Maddison was all over the place. The window was open. Blood was everywhere. It was like being in a mental asylum. Alfred called his assistant, Arthur Kirkland.
Arthur had darker blonde hair than Alfred. He had emerald green eyes, and thick bushy eyebrows. He was, like Alfred, was about in his twenties. Arthur was originally from England, but moved from America. Arthur wore the same thing as Alfred, but he wore black boots instead of dress shoes.
Arthur took out his notepad and began to take notes. Alfred walked up to Maddison's dead body. As he scanned over the body, he noticed something sticking out of her chest. When he got closer to see what it was, he noticed it was a medium sized knife.
"Hey, Arthur, check this out." Alfred said as he called Arthur over to him.
"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur asked, his thick British accent sticking out.
"I found something," Alfred said pulling the knife out of the dead corpse. "I think this might have finger prints on it," He said handing the knife to Arthur.
"Alfred, do you still have that black light?" Arthur asked getting an idea.
"Yea. It's right here," Alfred said holding up the black light. It was turned on.
"Let me see it. I have an idea."
"Ok. Whatever you say, dude," Alfred holding out the black light to Arthur. Arthur takes the black light from him and shines it on the window seal. Sure enough, There were fingerprints on the window seal.
