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"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.