User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-24234092-20131027200923

''' All Hallows Eve '''

 By Doctor 52



 I walked through the door to see a gruesome sight. The other officers were crowded around the body. I dispersed them and went to examine the poor bastard.



 “Victim’s name is Christopher Lee, the old lady who lives down the street found the body. She saw the lock was broken and came in to check on him.” Said the rookie cop. I looked at the victim’s face. His jaw was broken from the brick that was slammed into his mouth. I removed the brick and saw his mouth was stuffed with garlic. I stood up and examined the crime scene again. There was evidence of a struggle. From the looks of it, it seems like the killer broke the lock and tried to run at the victim. The victim has marks around his neck, so the killer must have tried strangled him. The victim must have broken the lamp over the killer’s head because of the glass and blood surrounding the area where the lamp was plugged in. The killer came back and killed him with a brick; he must have removed the brick and placed the garlic in his mouth after death. I noticed my partner walk in so I gave him my theory:



 “This must be the work of the Halloween killer.” I said.



 “Why do you say that? We have evidence that he skipped town after last Halloween. ” He said in a nonchalant tone.



 “The victim’s name is Christopher Lee, the actor who played Dracula. The way he was killed was also odd, he was killed with a brick in the mouth which is a way to kill a vampire.”

 “Nice detective work, Red.” He said mocking my red hair. I scolded him. He knew I hated that name.



 “We should get a sample of this blood back to the crime lab, maybe they can identify our killer.” I said.



<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Yeah sure, want to grab a bite on the way back?”

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “I just ate.” I said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “So?” He said. And he wonders why I call him fat. We got in the car when we heard dispatch on the radio:

<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “All units, we have a homicide in the diamond district. Any available Detectives please respond.”

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Damn it, this Halloween is going to be a long one.” I said. We drove down to the jewelry store where the homicide was reported. The other cops had taped the place up. We went to talk to some of the witnesses.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Hello. I’m Detective Crawford and this is Detective Warren, and we’d like to ask you some questions.” I said to the sobbing woman.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Fine. Just please make it fast, I want to get home to my family.” She said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “So you saw the crime take place?”

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Yes, I went to buy my sister a birthday present when this guy in a mask walks in giggling and shoots a cashier! He walks over to another and shoves a plant down his throat! After that he didn’t even steal anything he just left.” She said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “What kind of mask was he wearing, ma’am.” Alex said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “It looked like a Jack-O-Lantern...” she said. She starting weeping again so we left her alone. We asked some of the other cops and they said that the second cashier was sent to the hospital because of poisoning. Apparently the plant shoved down his throat was Wolfsbane.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “It’s the Halloween killer again. Wolfsbane is supposed to kill werewolves.” I said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “How do you know so much about this stuff Jim?” Alex said.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “I used to watch a lot of horror movies when I was a kid.”

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “Yeah, okay.” Alex looked at me suspiciously. Did he think I was the killer? I examined the body of the fist cahier. The bullet removed from the victim’s skull was silver. This only confirmed my theory. The Halloween killer was on the loose. I heard dispatch on the radio again:

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “All units respond! Shots fired by town hall! Suspect is on the move with the mayor!”

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> “How the hell did he get the mayor?” One of the cops said. Most of the cops got in their cars and so did we. We all got on the highway and tracked him down to a cabin in the woods. Alex and I went inside to search for the suspect and the mayor. I held my gun in my shaking hands and went into the house. The walls were coated in blood. I started panting. My breath was in quick bursts. I pulled the handle to the basement and walked in. I saw the mayor tied to a chair with no shirt on. I ran over and untied. He was unconscious. He had a carving of a Jack-O-Lantern’s face in his chest. I turned around and saw Alex fall down the stairs with a knife in his back. I grabbed my gun and shot at the figure at the top of the stairs. The figure ran away. I chased him and eventually talked him. I pulled of his Jack-O-Lantern mask and started to punch him. I noticed that his face was horribly scared. I pulled my radio out and told them I had caught the killer.

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<p style="line-height:21.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"> I tried to catch my breath, knowing that I was safe. Then I felt it. It felt like nothing at first but then hit me like a ton of bricks. I was shot. I turned around and saw the person with the gun. I had no clue. It was the perfect alibi. When I was gone he could say that he had barley escaped the killer’s grasp and repeat the process again the next year. As he aimed the gun at my head I realized who he was. The mayor was the killer.