Babe.
Chapter 1: Case 177
The hum of the trucks engine and the gravel under the its tread is the only sound we heard as we approached the first case of the night. No bird, and no insect, just the churning of pebbles grinding against each other. it was an old Victorian, maybe from a round the 1800s, but no record of it from any other years before that. A few murders, and a few deaths, but very abnormal for the description in the note sent to me from the father. In the clients letter he wrote he has a family of three. His wife a 48 year old named Rosa Blackwood he himself 63, named Richard Blackwood. Lastly leaving his 12 year old daughter named Flamel. Looking at the house it seems so still, so lifeless, yet gave off a gloom which shadowed everything around it. i thought to myself of what could unfold in her walls and of what await me. I gave a deep sigh while i looked over my shoulder, glancing at him.
"Babe," I say with understanding, hoping he can make it through the night "are you sure you want to come to work with me?"
He's completely aware of the dangers, and knows how things can get a bit, rowdy. Every case has something different, a different story, and different mystery to be solved. Which is my job to do, or at least i do find joy in helping the helpless. When i take a case, i have to be ready for the impossible, the improbable, and the unusual. The last time he came he saw me get pulled up four stores, he almost died of a heart attack it was so funny. But he knew what he was getting into when he asked me to marry him.
With his eyes peering through the windshield, watching the houses mystique, puzzling it's dark allure. He gave a cold stare at the house, scanning it, trying his best to not show fear.
"I think i can handle a big creepy house and a kid," he kisses me on the cheek, and jumps out the truck,"Besides don't worry about me my love" as he walks behind the vichle and begins to unload all my equipment.
"Worry for this family, and there troubles"
When i finally knock on the door, i take a quick glance at the clip borad and one more at him, his tie is crooked.
"Babe," i say pointing at his tie. "Oh" he says only to quickly fix it. The Door opens, and a fat old man opens it, his mustache if full and all white. his eyes seem to be dark, like he hasn't slept.
"Hello, my Name is Anthony,this is Miguel," He gives a big grin, "and we're here because you sent me a letter," looking down at my clipboard,as i flipping for his note, i continue"you stated "I have fears beyond my own humanity". I clear my thought as his words settle over me holding a weight of there own, and wait for him to respond.After a few moments of silence i say,
"If we have the wrong house we-" turning, as i half walk away.
"No!" he interrupts me suddenly then pauses speaking in a clam manner. "please, come in" Moving away from the doorway and gesturing us in to the old house as i toss a side-ways glance at Miguel, he just looks at me and shrugs with a look of nonchalant.
As Richard guides us to what i believe to be the living area, i began scan the walls, I could feel cold, yet sense no danger. Returning my attention as he asks us to take a seat, inquiring if we would like anything.
Although refuse, Miguel jumped at his offer"i would like something sweet, you see, I m diabetic" replayed with a childlike grin.
"Of course, I believe my wife made a pie today, I'll get you a slice." Says Richard with a reserved smile of his own.
"Sounds great!" he exclaimed, that little liar.
"I'll get my wife" and walks out of the room, i wait a while to be sure he's out of hearing distance.
