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Silent Knowlegde (II)
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 Created on 6-16-07
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The sound of the sirens’ shriek rang through my ears and into my veins. I got out of my red PT Cruiser and closed the door behind me. I turned to face the double house in front of me. It had golden brown brick, with two large windows; one upstairs, and one down stairs. The house was awfully plain in the front because it lacked bushes. I turned back to stare at my reflection in my car window. Leisurely, I brushed a strand of my fiery red hair out of my face. Then, I proceeded up the path until I found myself standing in the living room. As usual, the technical equipment, scene investigators, police, and yellow “caution” tape didn’t fit in with the rest of the house. It’s not like investigating a druggie’s apartment, where you expect a place crawling in filth and illegal substances to have policeman wondering in it. This, this is different. It was a home, a place for safety and love. I knew that there was a child in the victim’s life because there were scribbles hung with ABC magnets on the refrigerator. As I surveyed the pictures on the coffee table of what looked to me like a family vacation, a police officer came up to me. “Gloria Shafford?” he said naively. I looked at him, I knew he was a new-be, just by the way he said my name.
“Ms. Shafford,” I said correcting him.
“Oh I’m sorry mam- I mean Ms. Shafford,” he fumbled, “ We have a situation”.
I gave him a blank stare and once he didn’t get the hint, I replied, “You know, I already know that two people are dead, so if that’s your news, I already-”
“No I mean there is, was a child too, we can’t find her”. He said embarrassed.
“Okay, well that sounds like news I needed to hear, thank you”.
I continued down into the hall where I almost tripped on a baby doll. I looked down at the mangled toy’s body; face down. At first, I lifted my foot up to kick it out of the way, then quickly set it back down realizing the irony of the situation.
When I stood in the doorway of the very last room, I studied the room from top to bottom. I was greeted with pink butterflies painted on the ceiling and an unmade bed with The Little Mermaid spread on it. I looked to the left where a white painted dresser stood. It had glass figurines of Mickey Mouse and his crew; Goofy was missing. Then, my blue eyes traveled down the side of the dresser. Gold painted knobs, and pure white, I continued down, and the white became speckled with angry red. And then I continued to travel down further, and the specks, became streams, and the streams came together to create an ocean of crimson. Directly next to the dresser laid face down, a distorted male’s body. His neck was cut, from the middle back and around. His blonde hair dripped his blood, and his arm, with another long gash wandering past his elbow, was over the woman’s body next to him. The terror that had frozen her face into a defiant silent cry ate a hole inside my stomach. She was faced up; permanently staring at whom ever dared to stare back. Her was head slightly tilted back so that the cut on her throat opened up revealing bloody torn flesh and insides. The blood not only gushed from the wound and ran down her neck to create a pool of crimson, but also sprayed on her pajama top. In between their heads, laid pieces of glass; Goofy.
Suddenly I jumped back startled by the young police officer’s tap on my shoulder. That in it’s self, proved me right about him being a rookie. I rotated around, “Yes,” I asked.
“Okay, Alison Ham,” he looked down at the sheet of paper, “Hamcott.”
“Is…” I asked aggravated.
“Is the missing child, we suspect she might have been taken with the murdered, or she’s hiding or dead, who knows,” he replied.
I nodded my head in approval, and walked out of the room that was like a page from a Stephen King novel. There was something different, a vibe if you could call it that, and I went after my intuition to investigate my nerves. Making my way through each of the rooms on the first floor, I searched for anything suspicious. When I stepped outside, the neighbors became a wall on the sidewalk, pointing, and gaping at the commotion. People like them annoyed me because their ignorance got in the way. Ignorance in anyone bothered me. Everyone involved with the “crew” was either out on the lawn or in the house, so I made my way to the back yard. The back yard was rather big, it even had a pink and purple play house and a bicycle complete with streamers. In the very back was a shed almost hidden in the woods. Fog clouded my vision. I looked around the area and made my way to the shed. To be honest, I was just snooping around.
A splinter made it’s way in my thumb as I pulled with all my might to open the shed’s door. There were no locks, nor handles, just wooden criss-crosses over the door to provide an edge to pull on. Finally, BANG! The door came free. Inside was frosted with dust. I took one step inside, a lawn mower sat to the side and the back wall was roof-high with hay. There was nothing to see in here so I turned around to notice two glistering eyes staring up at me. She wore a white night gown, soiled with dirt and wet leaves. Even her blonde hair had a leaf nestled in her tangles. Her flushed face and runny nose looked at me trembling. I extended my hand out, her small fingers clasped mine; together we walked into the front yard.
The crowd stopped talking as we came around the house. The medics scurried towards us. A woman who was talking to the police started to scream hysterically at the sight of the child. The man beside her was in tears. All the commotion of the woman only upset the girl more. I looked at the others and announced faintly, “I found her, she’s fine”.
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Please Login to post comments| On July 12th 2007 bobwobbly Said : | |
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really good- a little gory but I'll get over it. Will be reading more tomorrow, for sure. you're really good. |
| On June 17th 2007 bluehotpixie Said : | |
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im off to the 3rd chapter i love this series so far you should publish this |
