The green serial killer

The green serial killer (A little christmas crime story)

It was the 24th of December, when Detective Magnum and his coworker Inspector Rockford where called to a crime scene.

Of all things he had to work at Christmas Eve, though he promised his daughter to be with her. 

He stepped out of his old car and into the deep snow, while he cursed at criminals, who couldn't even be good at christmas. 

With one carefull step after another he walked to the dark house. 

It seemed as if no one was home. 

Every christmaslight was turned of and the house was an outsider in it's own street which was rather welcoming and beautyful.

Detective Magnum knocked at the white door and after a few minutes a mittle aged lady opened it. 

"Mrs. Sunshine?" came the careful question of Detective Magnum. 

He examened the blond lady. 

She didn't look like a sunshine. 

In fact her eyes were dark and empty and her skin was pale. 

She looked like she had seen a ghost and thinking about the information Detective Magnum got, it was possible that she had. 

Without any word she stepped to the side to let the two officers into her home. 

Detective Magnum and Inspector Rockford both got in and followed the shocked women into the livingroom. 

Mrs. Sunshine took in a deep breath and switched on the lights. 

As the officeres both took in the scene in front of them, they finally understood the shocked state of Mrs. sunshine. 

In the room, right beside the TV stood a huge beautyful christmas tree. 

And under that beautyful christmas tree was a man in the same age of Mrs. Sunshine. 

He wore a red constume and a white beard, definatly a costume of Santa Clause.

His eyes were wide open and under him was a big pool of blood. 

There wasn't much left of his comstume, every cut revealing another deep wound on his body. 

There were presents all around him, but they were all busted. 

Detective Magnum knelt down beside the dead body and examened it. 

"Is this Mr. Sunshine?" he asked and the lady nodded with a silent sob. 

This crime scene was a mess and it remembered Detective Magnum at last year. 

Same day, different crime scene. 

But everything seemed like the last one. 

The broken presents, the busted constume. 

There was just one thing missing. 

"Magnum?" 

The Detective turned to his coworker. 

He had the last detail in his hand. 

The last detail of the serial killer who was always active at one special day of the year. 

At Christmas Eve. 

Inspector Rockford held a green tuft of hair in his hands. 

It was the only thing that seemed to shine in this dark room and it confirmed what Detective Magnum thought from the beginning: 

The GRINCH had struck again. 

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