One Saturday night there were numerous locals in Sesame Street police station being interviewed about the prevalent murders that had taken place that month. Everything in the station was pretty dull with copious amounts of uninterested locals. All of a sudden the police officer stormed through awakening the half asleep locals as he did so. "There has been a murder on Sesame Street!" he exclaimed. Silence showered over the station like a sudden, unexpected wave. The door violently creaked open, killing the silence , a tall silhouette of a man in a fedora stood in the doorway. In a deep rusty voice he said confidently, "I can solve this case." Perplexed expressions fell upon everyone's faces. The lights went off and a deafening scream came from the left side of the room and the sound of foot steps walked over to the right side of the room causing another scream. The lights flickered back on for a second but not long enough to see what had happened, left again in the secretive darkness, all you could hear were the heavy footsteps and them the slam of the door. The lights came back on but to the locals surprise there was bloody footprints making its way from the front desk to the corner of the room and out of the door. Just where the footprints stopped there was the receptionist, dead, the owner of the local pub, dead.
Everyone was horrified, despite the traumatic events that had just happened in that very same room everyone could help but notice the mysterious man in a dark brown fedora was nowhere to be seen. "Didn't that weird bloke leave about 10 minutes ago?" questioned the police officer. "No he was here just before the lights went out, wasn't he?" replied the local shopkeeper. The police officer raced outside followed by the rest of the locals. The man in the fedora was sitting in his car and looked back at the angry mob looking for him and smiled and sped of around the corner. Just as the police officer sped around the corner after him, the locals waited anxiously outside for something to happen. Then there it was. A loud gunshot and the sound of a crash. The police officer hadn't even gotten onto the next street before the man in the fedora had shot him. But the man in the fedora was once again nowhere to be seen. Even if it was him he couldn't of shot the police officer that accurately whilst driving at high speeds. The villagers had to take matters into there own hands, they quickly ran back inside the police station where both of the bodies had disappeared with two new paths of footsteps leading to the door.
Chapter 2 coming soon....
