HArt, Minnesota

Richard's House
December 31, 2012
Sunday, 11:27 p.m.

Detective Smith, a young man with dark short hair and dark sunglasses,walked toward his partner that stood at the doorway of the living room. He asked the teenagers to come to the living room so he could interview them as the police officers that arrived earlier examine the crime scene. Once he reached his partner he stood directly in front of him to get his attention as he spoke, "There is something not right here, there were no force entry and the stories I'm getting from these kids are the same but it's all useless."

"Maybe it's true?" Smith gave his partner a disgusted look, "well, you know what we have to do,"

"Yeah, I guess we better go and kick the officers out of our crime scene...," Smith said to himself as he made his way out of the room, but before he left he looked back one more time "this is truly wrong."

Natalie watched as the two detectives left the living room, there were two other police officers within the room and her friends were with her but she still felt unsafe. The thing that took Richard's life could easily take theirs if it wanted to and what made it worse they didn't know what it was or if it was a once time event. Walking to a free seat on the couch she sat down and pressed herself against the couch. She couldn't help but to stare into the kitchen which was unlit and only a couple feet of the entrance was lit, the rest was dark. Shivering at the thought of that thing hiding within the kitchen she curled into a ball but her eyes remain on that darkness, that inviting darkness.

It felt like hours but eventually the detectives came back downstairs with grim faces as if they saw a nightmare, then again that had happen was a nightmare. Four police officers walked downstairs as well and they walked into the living room as the detective spoke, "These officers will take you home, don't worry you'll be fine."

"What's going to happen?" Natalie spoke out as she uncurled herself form her tight ball.

"For now you are going to go home to your loving families and have a good night sleep and when morning comes it will be all settled," She knew he was lying but she kept it to herself, there was no point in scaring the others, "we'll stay here and inform Richard's parents of their loss once they get home." Smith's partner shoved him in the side and they had a whispered conversation before he turned his attention back to them, "And we're sorry for your loss," and with that they walked away.

"No, I don't know the people who live there", Mason said to a police officer, who scribbled something on a note pad.
"What did you see again?", the officer asked him for the second time.
"All I saw was some crazy light-show going on in one of the windows, followed by some screaming and a lot of blood spraying onto said window." Mason said, rubbing his face.
Again, the officer scribbled something down.
"And what were you doing here?", the cop asked, looking up from the note pad to look to give Mason a slightly hostile look.
"You asked me that already, sir.", Mason responded, looking the officer in the eye.
"Answer it again", the officer grumbled.
"Jogging, I do it three times a week to get ready for the state MMA championship".
"Uh huh..why this particular neighborhood?".
I swear, if you weren't a cop, I'd tear your damn head off and scream in your face, Mason thought about saying.
"It's quiet and safe,. Came the response.
"Yeah, so much for that", the officer grumbled.
Yeah, no kidding, Mason thought as he looked over his shoulder at the house, now riddled with crime-tape.
"Alright well, lemme give my notes to the detective in that house, I"ll be back", the officer began to walk away but turned around.
"Would you like a ride home kid? I wouldn't feel safe walking out here after this".
"Yeah, thanks".\
Mason sighed. This use to be a nice neighborhood, full of upper-class and the brighter side of middle-class, he had jogged through here three times a week for the past five years and never had any trouble.
He looked back out the house and felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He wanted to get home.

Katherine was leaning against a near by tree that was near the house.
She had blood on her face but she ignored it.
The blood and sprayed from the now dead boy, She thought that the cops were annoying, They asked her so many questions like ''What did you see?'' ''Did you hate him?'' ''Why were you there?'', She was a little confused at what had just happened, He had been killed in the dark and we had no idea what or who did it, It could be either one of us...Nobody saw each other in the dark, one of us could of killed the other. Katherine watched the cop asked Mason questions, She looked over at the others.
She brushed her now stained with blood straight blonde hair out of her face. Well, She knew it wasn't her that killed him. She stuck her black hood over her head and stuck her hands in her pockets, She had enough being here. She wanted to get out of here in case that 'thing' came back to kill more people.

Gylfie rested her head on her legs that were pulled up to her chest, her white hair had been stained crimson and her clothes were covered in blotches of Richards blood. she looked forward, her gaze never ending as what happened replied itself over and over again through her head. she wasn't even truly with everyone as the officers asked them a couple more questions and said they would contact their parents. she stood up and walked outside and breathed in the cold, crisp air. she walked over to the side of the house, where she was alone. Richards screams finally faded from her head as she looked down at her hand, three little starches across her palm, deep enough to leave scars but not anything a giant band-aid couldn't fix. she got them when reaction told her to reach after Richard. she couldn't understand why she only got three little scratches and Richard was completely mutilated. she slide down the wall and sat down again, hoping that she would wake up from this nightmare and everything would be back to normal.