First Contact

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"When can we actually solve like a murder or something that's life threatening!!?? Adrenaline rushing!!!!" I remembered my inexperienced self saying, itching for a job at the time. "We'll get one....... I can feel it," Greg said boastfully. "Wait....... don't we have one right now?" Jessica asked, slowly clarifying Greg's sureness. Both of them looking at Greg intensely, ".........................Yeah we do!!! I just found one, a serial killer from the looks of it, 'The bloody butler'. Surreal, am I right?" I can still remember us happy lot high-fiving and jumping around celebrating. I kinda wished I didn't approved it or hoped for one back then, I shared with my conscience.

Drake's legs were trembling, entering a fight-flight stance as he gazed intently at the surprise awaiting him. "Well what do you know??" Jessica exclaimed proudly brushing her hair aside. Greg went in deeper, with no time wasted with Jessica giving chase. Drake was still there dead set on the spot, as still as can be.......

Taking the time to reminisce, he realized that despite his title as 'leader' he was never the bossy one........ Never took charge and lead like an actual boss. That was Jessica, she would bring the mediator part of her out to settle any ridiculous arguments that me and Greg posed. Greg however, was more quiet, straight to the point, a "Square" one might refer to him. All Drake did was bitched and whined he cried out. Here he was already chickening out at the ghastly, grizzly murderous mansion not even taken five steps yet. I guess that's the thing when you're younger than your employees.

Still......... something wasn't right, this was far different than their usual repertoires. Drake tried to say something, to voice out his concerns but ended up tongue-tied when his cellphone started to ring. There was never any cell-reception out here, being the capital city of isolation as there weren't any communication towers, at least not nearby, so why did it ring? Nervous, he answered in a flash after a single ring, "He-Hello??" Nobody answered, only static greeted him along with a murmur that echoed. He couldn't make out what it was at first but soon it started to become illustratable. "I CAN SEE HER!! Hahahahhahahahahh!!" The voice echoed from within the building.

Drake shifted his head around in the hope that he wasn't in the room. "Look a bit further, to the right, come on a little higher." initially skeptical, he found himself doing as he was instructed and could see a robed figure waving at him from the third floor. "As I was saying, your girlfriend's skin is silky smooth." the figure aggravated him. "He's here!" Drake hung up and dashed to the room that they had entered. The figure's voice resonated "Run, run!! I'll get you next! There's nowhere to run!!!" followed by a long menacing laugh. It only got cut off when Drake sealed the door that the two previously went in. He reached for a chair that was conveniently placed by the corner of the room and barred the door, the chair's rest placed under the doorknob.

Inside stood only a statue that brought out the surreal feel to the place. It was of yet another Greek mythology item; "Dionysus" was inscribed on the bottom. Nobody else was anywhere in sight. There was also another unremarkable item on display; a really old cuckoo-antique clock. Every second that passed made the whole room resonate along, adding to the fear and insanity levels. He's currently alone in a house with a serial killer.......... He added, putting two and two together as his hands trembled with sweat.

He was the outsider trespassing........ In just mere minutes, banging could be heard from behind the door. The knob viciously was repeatedly turned viciously and Drake shouted to the top of his lungs in spite of knowing that no one can hear him.


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