Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28961785-20160708033729

Oh hello. Are you here about the ad in the paper? Yes, I'm certain they did. Send the rookie detective to do the boring jobs. It seems fair enough. Come right in. Would you like some coffee? I just brewed it. Of course, I usually like to brew a cup at 8:45 to calm my nerves. Just wait for me; sit in that armchair. I'll be right back.

Here you are. You're probably wondering what I meant by "Looking for investigator. Come to E1215 Fulton Street at 8:45 on July 11." Simply I meant that time is short and you should know everything. I meant the police when I said you, of course. I realize this isn't your normal job, but I think the police will be fascinated by the case. You know, I've never actually had a policeman inside my house.

So where to start? For years now, a man walks up and down the street at 9:00 precisely each night. He has a tall, lean build and dusty brown hair. Yes, the color is similar to mine, now that you mention it. Have I ever seen him. Quite often, actually. He always wears a coat, sort of a sport coat, I guess, in rain or snow or clear skies.

Yes, I understand that wearing a coat and walking up and down a street at night is not a crime, but he is up to more sinister things, I warrant. More coffee? Sugar, or cream, maybe? Sorry. I'll go on.

This man, if you can call a detestable creature such as him a man, often takes victims into his home. The walk is a sort of game for him. If the poor unfortunate soul can escape his house, he is free to go. But for as long as I have watched--here, have a biscuit--only one person has escaped. He died soon after--heart attack, poor guy--but he managed to say that the man gains the trust of his victim over a period of time, then takes his walk. If the victim does not escape--precisely.

Why haven't the police taken care of it? No proof. There are no bodies, no smells. Nothing to tip off that people have died. The man is very thorough with his work. And the police are so very slow to respond. You look a bit perturbed. Are you alright? What's that? You feel ill? The sedative does that sometimes. Oh, and look. The clock is chiming. Fifteen minutes goes by so fast when you're having fun.

Oh please, don't fall off the--you'll get dirt on the carpet. Sorry, I can't hear you when you mumble so. Oh, I see. What am I doing? Getting my coat. I think I'm going to take a walk.  