Short Murder Stories

Mystery Pt.2

A/N I'm sorry the last chapter had nearly no murder in it, so this time, I'm going to make it up for you, with a pt.2 with the crazy, insane guy camping out in someone's attic!

~ Louise

I don't know how long I've been here, but it's felt like ages. 

Every minute since my parents returned home on the day I got trapped here, frantic footsteps have been heard downstairs. I tried to escape nearly every single minute, pushing my sister's body off the trap door and desperately hacking at the lock on the hatch which appeared soon after my first near escape. My so-called kidnapper is a mentally deranged man, who talks to himself and random furniture every few minutes. 

Ever since I came, he has been trying to talk to me and make me his 'friend'. Food has been alright, since he steals it when my parents are out, and occasionally steals items like, knives, forks and even pens. Sometimes I pray he will accidently kill himself with his weird items. 

I've been kept here for ages, it feels like, and no one has discovered us up here.

But that will change. 

That morning was insanely different for a morning in the attic. It was early morning as I could tell from the one small window beside me, when sounds of the ladder were heard being pulled down. 

The man was already on it, sitting on the hatch, putting all his weight on it. I peered past my boxes and saw that he held the same gun which took my sister life, how ever long ago it was. 

They got past him, when he flew across the attic and landed in a pile of boxes, making him invisible to everyone. I kept myself hidden behind the pile of boxes, wondering whether it was someone who would save me. 

Policemen streamed inside the attic, and peered around, the man was posed behind another box, gun aimed at someone.  They searched round for a bit, using a flashlight, before full on starting to rummage through boxes and things, peering around them, and that was when it happened. 

He shooted. 

The bullet landed in one police men's arm and he yelled in pain, before falling to the ground, clutching his right arm. Throwing my parents back downstairs, I peered round to see the man still hidden, gun posed at yet another victim. 

The police, too, had finally seen him, lunging for his gun. Before getting two shots in the head. I gasped and turned away, the man looking at me. He frowned and looked at the police men. 

"You make her sad." He said, and brought his gun up again. I put my head in my knees, awaiting yet another bang and thump. 

It never came. 

So, I looked round again, to see that the man was hunched over, police man holding up the gun in triumph. When I thought everything was over, with just two casualties,  the man spun round, a flash of silver and then a muffled shout. I forgot, his knife. 

Blood was now everywhere, and I ran for it, opening up the hatch, trying to make my way down. I looked at the man and pure evil looked back, holding up the knife, he threw it, landing right... behind me?

Turning round, I saw yet another man who was with my parents on the floor. Leaving him unarmed, the police took the opportunity to grab his hands and arrest him. I looked in disbelief at the bodies. I would never live here again.