September, 12, 2015
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DAN HOWELL

When I arrived to the crime scene the aroma of old blood and rotting flesh hit my nostrils. Everyone had a mask to cover themselves from the smell but I went without one, I only took the gloves.

"Hey, why aren't you wearing a mask? It smells like my step mom in here." Drew complains with a look of disgust. The chief sighs as he hears the comment, it seems he gave up on scolding Drew. I know he'll start again tomorrow morning.

"I prefer not to." I give my answer and don't intend to elaborate. Drew can sense that, so he stays quiet as we enter the basement. The sight is horrible, even with the police officers trying to clean it up I can see the writing clearly on the wall.

I'M BACK OLD FRIEND

I walk over to the wall and study the way it is written. I notice chunk stuck on the wall, it doesn't look chewed up. It actually looks as if it were harshly ripped off.

"What do you think, boss?" Drew asks me, looking at the writing as well. I try reading his expression and see he looks confused.

"It was written with the victim's organs." I conclude, and Drew looks blown away.

"Oh my god, what would we do without this guy, chief? You would have got sacked long ago." Drew exclaims, the chief sends him a warning look before turning back to me.

"How can you tell?" He questions, I bite my lip before pointing to the chunk.

"I want this piece of flesh to be sent for investigation. It could have been ripped off as the person wrote this message." I order, taking the chunk off the wall, Louise hands me a plastic bag and I put the chunk in there.

I look at the message and the handwriting looks familiar. I furrow my eyebrows, this isn't Anne's writing. I've never seen her write, then who wrote this?

"All mighty lord, do you have any other ideas?" Drew questions with a hint of excitement.

"Well, I don't see any chewed up chunks on the floor. And according to how the organs were removed it doesn't seem like it's being sold. Then what did the killer do with them?" I sigh as I come with no leads. Drew shrugs before he walks off, I hope he could use his dumb luck to find me a clue.

"Anything else you need here?" Louise asks, she's been taking down a bunch of notes and studying the place.

"Burn this house." I order, Louise looks at me like I'm crazy.

"You can't possibly order-" Louise begins to disagree but I shake my head. I look at the message as if it were a challenge, it only angers me to know I have no clues as to who is behind this. This is the first time I feel stupid and clueless.

"Burn this fucking house down." I demand with anger laced in my tone. I rip off my gloves and throw them on the floor. I begin to walk away, and Drew notices my departure and races behind.

"Why are you-" He begins but I hold my hand to him.

"I'm going home for the day." I dismiss, and he stops following me. I walk out the door and begin my journey to my house. Who the hell is this murderer? How do they know my name? They're probably from Bridgeport, and somehow followed but who would? Who would be this gruesome? Maybe it is Anne, the bullet probably didn't kill her. She's back for revenge like in my nightmares. It wasn't her handwriting on the wall though, and she isn't gruesome without the demon.

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The minute I make it home, I see a package on my doormat. I sigh, it's probably the drugs I ordered to help me relax at night. I unlock my door, with the package in my arms. The demon races to where I stand and looks at the box with excitement.

"Mmm...did you bring it from the crime scene?" She whispers, I furrow my eyebrows at her. What does she mean?

"No..." I trail, I sit on my couch and use my pocket knife to rip the tape off. Once I open the box the smell of old blood hits me like it did at the crime scene. I open it and see what looks like a ruined organ. I couldn't even make out if it was a clump of blood or not. I pick up the box to see if the blood leaked through the box. Instead I see a note taped to bottom, on top the word Dan is nearly printed. I rip off the note and open it.

SURPRISE!
YOU LEFT ME, NOW YOU HAVE TO FIND ME HAHA

I throw the box away and grab my head in frustration. It sounds like Anne, but it can't be...

"Eat it, get rid of it." I yell to the demon, who grabs the box in happiness and eats the mess. I angrily hit my hand on the table, trying to get myself to calm down but I can't.

That hand writing is achingly familiar, and I feel like punching myself for not knowing where it's from. I can rule out PJ, his handwriting isn't similar to the one on the wall but can it be Anne? Maybe I saw her handwriting back when we raided her house for the notes.

"A murder?" The demon whispers, she had consumed every drop of blood and managed to eat the box while I was thinking.

"Yes...the man was tortured and my name was on his forehead. My real name." I inform her, she looks a bit like Anne, maybe she shares her wisdom.

"Did my Annie do it?" She asks me with hope spreading on her features.

"I'm not sure, she's dead right?" I try convincing myself, but the demon doesn't answer. "Right?" I repeat hoping for clarification.

"I don't know. Maybe?" The demon shrugs and I bury my face in my hands. It's hopeless, is this how the task force feels when they can't solve a simple robbery?

A knock on my door breaks me from my meltdown. My eyes widen as I see the blood the demon left on the floor.

"It's Wart." The demon informs.

"Mole." I correct her, I jump up and clean the mess with towels. I shove the napkins under my couch and reach for the air fresher and spray half the bottle across the living room. I quickly rush to the door and unlock it, and I come face to face with Mole.

"Oh, for a second I thought you weren't home." She chuckles in relief, I try catching my breath.

"I just returned from work, come in." I invite her, she eagerly rushes past me and takes a seat on my couch. Why did she arrive without notice?

"Where do you work anyways?" She questions as she opens up her bag to grab something.

"I work with the police." I speak with hesitance, she seems extra happy today. I looked towards her shoe to see a bloody napkin trapped under it. My eyes widen, she would make footprints the minute she walks. I need to take her shoes off without seeming weird.

"Oh that's kinda...hot. Policemen are just so dominant and-" I tune her out, nodding along to her words. I scoot near her and bite my lip, my only chance was trying to kick the napkin under the sofa and then taking her shoes off.  I quickly quick where the napkin is and succeeded, the napkin was hidden now-

"Why are you kicking my foot? Is this your way of flirting?" She giggles, looking at me with a look of lust.

"Oh sorry about that. I saw a speck of dirt on your shoes. By the way, I hate shoes in my house. Can I remove yours?" I ask nervously and she blushes.

"No need. I'll get them myself-"

"No, no I insist." I bend down to her feet, she pulls them away.

"Winston, it's fine. I know how to remove shoes." She informs, reaching towards her sandals but I grab her hand and look into her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, your eyes just make me melt." I stall her, trying to make her focus on me instead of her bloody slipper.

"Oh um thanks, you're very beautiful too." She blushes, looking at me and leaning in. Oh I can't kiss her, I don't know if she's eighteen. I have morals after all.

"Are you Christian?" I blurt, and she gives me a confused look. I reach towards her feet while she shakes her head.

"No, my parents never enforced religion on me." She explains to me, I remove her shoe and reach for the other. "What are you doing?"

"Do you think the moon landing was fake? Honestly, I think America is full of shit." I distract her, she looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"What? No, it's real." She disagrees. "Is this your way of stealing my shoes?" She questions, she moves her foot away again and I try one last time.

"Honestly, George Bush is horrible, I hate that little worm." I shake my head in disgust and she sighs in defeat. I remove her shoe and stand up in victory.

"I'll put these away for you." I cheer, I run towards my door grab one of my sweater from the closet nearby. I wipe her shoes clean and decide that I can't let her take these. There can't be any evidence.

"Give them to me." The demon mutters in excitement looking at the blood, and I decide she's my last choice. I hand them over and she begins chewing on them until she's devoured it. I run back to where Mole sits in annoyance.

Ugh I have to make it up to her somehow, just so I have her trust. I still plan on killing her, I won't let that dreaded murder case stop me.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Nineteen, why do you keep asking me these weird quest-" I cut her off by planting my lips on her just so she would shut up. I need her to be completely in love with me and forgive me for losing her shoes. Just so I can kill her.

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Idk what everyone means, Mole is a beautiful name. :D