Chapter 7
Ronald Parker, aged around 25, a stylish and handsome man, was slept in his bedroom. He was stirring impatiently indicating that he was disturbed. For a while, he tried to sleep, stirring, moving, but sleep would not come. He got out of his bed, took a look around and then sat down again. He took a magazine from beside the bed, lied back and leafed through it. There was a nude figure on the front cover.
Sex is the best way to relax, he thought to himself.
Suddenly a loud ‘THUD’ sound came from the other room.
Startled and disturbed from his pleasurable thoughts, he got up.
What sound is it?
I’ve never heard it before..
Why am I so afraid and disturbed?...
Probably because of the mood I have been in today...
He went to the bedroom door, and unlocked it. He slowly opened the door and peeked outside.
After he looked around in the house, he entered the foyer, switched on the lights, and looked around. There was nothing odd or out of place.
Everything is as it is...
He switched off the lights and went into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, it was also dark. He switched on the lights and glanced around. Again, everything was in order. Now he seemed to have overcome from his fears.
There is nothing there.
Unnecessary I got scared...
As he was about to return to his room, something in the sink caught his attention. His eyes widened, fear crept over his face and he began to sweat. He started trembling.
He saw a severed piece of flesh on the sink with blood swimming around it. Without losing a second he ran from the kitchen. He was not sure what to do next. He went to the bedroom, slammed shut the door and latched it from the inside.
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Chapter 8
Sam was playing golf. It seemed that it was his daily practice to play golf in order to overcome his daily stress and tensions. He placed his ball on the tee, swung back and hit the ball hard. It then shot through the air, travelling directly for the green. When the ball eventually landed, it bounced three times and trembled slowly towards the hole stopping around six feet away. Sam went to the ball. He began to read the green, estimating the slope of the ground as he had done a thousand times before. He placed his putter behind the ball, slowly pulled back and then made perfect contact hitting the ball in the right direction with the right force. It treakled up to the cup face and dropped right into the hole. Sam's face beamed with triumph. This moment of pleasure was temporary though as his mobile rang. He saw the display caller. But the number seemed to be new.
He pressed the button and attended the phone, ''Yes''
" Detective Baker here" came the voice from other side.
" Yes", Sam said, placing on his glove, preparing for the next hole.
" If I am not mistaken, you are in charge of the serial killer case ...''
'' Yeah"
As there was the mention of the serial killer case, Sam abandoned the thought of continuing his game.
" If you could come down and meet me, I've got some information about the case which might be useful." Baker said from the other end.
'' Yeah, Sure" He motioned his caddy to begin walking back to the clubhouse.
Sam fixed with Baker the time and place to meet and accompanied the caddy for the walk back.
Sam was playing golf. It seemed that it was his daily practice to play golf in order to overcome his daily stress and tensions. He placed his ball on the tee, swung back and hit the ball hard. It then shot through the air, travelling directly for the green. When the ball eventually landed, it bounced three times and trembled slowly towards the hole stopping around six feet away. Sam went to the ball. He began to read the green, estimating the slope of the ground as he had done a thousand times before. He placed his putter behind the ball, slowly pulled back and then made perfect contact hitting the ball in the right direction with the right force. It treakled up to the cup face and dropped right into the hole. Sam's face beamed with triumph. This moment of pleasure was temporary though as his mobile rang. He saw the display caller. But the number seemed to be new.
He pressed the button and attended the phone, ''Yes''
" Detective Baker here" came the voice from other side.
" Yes", Sam said, placing on his glove, preparing for the next hole.
" If I am not mistaken, you are in charge of the serial killer case ...''
'' Yeah"
As there was the mention of the serial killer case, Sam abandoned the thought of continuing his game.
" If you could come down and meet me, I've got some information about the case which might be useful." Baker said from the other end.
'' Yeah, Sure" He motioned his caddy to begin walking back to the clubhouse.
Sam fixed with Baker the time and place to meet and accompanied the caddy for the walk back.
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Chapter 9
Sam was sat across from Detective Baker. Detective Baker was in charge of his particular police station. As soon as his phone had rung, Sam had lost all desire to play golf- this was more important. Immediately he had left and came to Detective Baker’s presinct instead of going to his own. As they completed their ‘Hi.. Nice to meet you’ formalities, Sam sat across him to listen to the information he had about the case. Detective Baker took a long pause. Though Sam did not show it on his face, his curiosity had reached to its peak.
Detective Baker started to reveal the story, “A few days ago a case came to me.....
.... It was a beautiful town, beautiful green grass and quiet houses all around. The groups of houses seemed to be like groups of twinkling stars spread everywhere in the sky. And in the middle of the house groups was an ancient college building nestled in the town.
In the college corridor there was a rush of students, as it was break time. Some students were chit chatting in groups while others were roaming around. John Carter, age around 22, smart, handsome, and his friend Anthony Clark, also aged around 22, were walking in the corridor, making their way through the halls like every other college students.
John had told his friend, “Anthony, let’s go and sit in Dr. Albert’s class.”
“Are you sure? “ Anthony said back in surprise, “I mean, you ok?”
“Just, let’s go and check. Is he still here or did he leave already?” John must have said. Both of them burst out laughing as if remembering some incident.
Suddenly, while he is walking, John hints at a boy passing by. Anthony looked at him quizzically.
“ That's the boy who's been stealing from the dorms.” John told him in low voice.
By that time the boy had crossed them. Anthony looked back at the boy. Anthony also had lost a few things from his room.
“How do you know? “ Anthony asked.
“Just look at him.. Don’t you feel like he is a trained thief “ John said.
“That’s not sufficient enough! We need some proof” Anthony said.
“Alex also told me... He's seen him loitering around in the dorms late at night.” John said.
“ Really? Ok then. Let's teach him a lesson.” Anthony said enthusiastically.
“ Yeah, one that he'll remember forever. “ John added.
“ If he lives that long.”
Both of them laughed.
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Sam was sat across from Detective Baker. Detective Baker was in charge of his particular police station. As soon as his phone had rung, Sam had lost all desire to play golf- this was more important. Immediately he had left and came to Detective Baker’s presinct instead of going to his own. As they completed their ‘Hi.. Nice to meet you’ formalities, Sam sat across him to listen to the information he had about the case. Detective Baker took a long pause. Though Sam did not show it on his face, his curiosity had reached to its peak.
Detective Baker started to reveal the story, “A few days ago a case came to me.....
.... It was a beautiful town, beautiful green grass and quiet houses all around. The groups of houses seemed to be like groups of twinkling stars spread everywhere in the sky. And in the middle of the house groups was an ancient college building nestled in the town.
In the college corridor there was a rush of students, as it was break time. Some students were chit chatting in groups while others were roaming around. John Carter, age around 22, smart, handsome, and his friend Anthony Clark, also aged around 22, were walking in the corridor, making their way through the halls like every other college students.
John had told his friend, “Anthony, let’s go and sit in Dr. Albert’s class.”
“Are you sure? “ Anthony said back in surprise, “I mean, you ok?”
“Just, let’s go and check. Is he still here or did he leave already?” John must have said. Both of them burst out laughing as if remembering some incident.
Suddenly, while he is walking, John hints at a boy passing by. Anthony looked at him quizzically.
“ That's the boy who's been stealing from the dorms.” John told him in low voice.
By that time the boy had crossed them. Anthony looked back at the boy. Anthony also had lost a few things from his room.
“How do you know? “ Anthony asked.
“Just look at him.. Don’t you feel like he is a trained thief “ John said.
“That’s not sufficient enough! We need some proof” Anthony said.
“Alex also told me... He's seen him loitering around in the dorms late at night.” John said.
“ Really? Ok then. Let's teach him a lesson.” Anthony said enthusiastically.
“ Yeah, one that he'll remember forever. “ John added.
“ If he lives that long.”
Both of them laughed.
...continued ...