A/N: I don't own any of the CSI NY characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
This is sort of a sequel to my CSI NY fanfiction "Innocent blood", but that story and this one can be read seperately. I know I went over the top with six cases... but that was the only way to combine six creepiest things I can imagine: spontanious human combustion, vampires, urban legend axe guy on back seat of your car, time-traveling serial killer, haunted house and well-known scenario from Halloween night: the movie. It will mainly focus on the cases but there will be some plot involving personal lives of main characters as well. Hope you will enjoy reading it :)
Early morning, Manhattan suburb. Young patrole officer, Edward Vogel, walks toward front doors of suburban house number 13, and rings a doorbell. He waits for few seconds. Nobody answers. He rings a doorbell again, after coughing a little due to smell of smoke, and waits for few more seconds. Again nothing.
"Mr. Harper, open up! It's a police!", he yells. Nobody answers. Edward tries to open front doors, but realizes that they are locked. He pulls out his gun and walks toward back side of a house, toward back doors. He presses the door knob and realizes that those doors are unlocked.
"I'm coming in, mr. Harper!", he yells, opens the back doors and walks in, his gun pointed. When he walks in living room, he notices bunch of ashes on the floor, burn marks on the floor under it and around it and on the celling above it, and human leg on the living room floor. Box of matches and box of wet wipes are on the floor near by.
"What the...", Edward gasps, clear look of disgust on his face.
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Early morning, City hospital. Woman named Alysha Willson, wearing blue T-shirt, white shorts and brown sandals, walks in through the front doors, dragging unconsciousness teenage girl bleeding from right side of her neck, doing so by putting girl's left hand over her neck and holding her right thigh. Almost immediately, several paramedics notice them and run toward them, helping injured girl to sit down on the chair near by.
"It looks like she was stabbed in the neck... or maybe bitten by some animal", one of the paramedics concludes after examining wound on girl's neck. Then he turns toward Alysha. "Do you know what happened?"
"No, I just found her!"
"Her breathing is shallow", other paramedic concludes after brief examination. "Her heart beats are slow and they keep slowing down."
Several other paramedics carry the ambulance wheelchair and carryi girl on it, then lead her away in the hospital. One of the paramedics presses clean white towel over the girl's wound.
"Stay right here!", one of the paramedics says to Alysha before he leaves. Alysha nods her head and sits on the chair near by.
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Young man, Richard Grey, and young woman, Emily Stanworth, are driving in silver Audi A5. Richard is driving, sitting on driver's seat, and Emily is sitting on passenger seat. They both have their seat belts on.
Richard pulls over the car when traffic light turns red. He has rather grumpy look on his face, and is just starring through front car window, his hands pressed against the steering wheel. Emily glares at him.
"Just say it, Richard", she finally says, pretty annoyed at that point.
"There is nothing to be said", Richard says after short silence. "We both know that, if we headed earlier, we could get there on time."
"I didn't know it will take me so long to pack. I'm sorry."
"I warned you. But you simply wouldn't listen." He sighs. "As always", he says under his breath.
"What is that supposed to mean?", Emily asks him, obviously offended.
"That is supposed to mean...", he starts, but before he can finish, another car arrives from behind and crashes in back side of their car. Emily screams and Richard almost hits his head against the steering wheel. Both of their air bags deploy. Richard looks at the Emily, worried.
"You OK?", he asks.
"I... I think I may dislocated my shoulder", she says, breathing heavily.
"I will call an ambulance", he assures her while taking his seat belt off. Woman nods her head. Richard opens driver's side door and walks out of car, closing the door behind, and walks toward driver's side doors of blue Ford that crashed in their car.
"Dude, What's your problem?!", he screams while approachjing the driver's side doors. When he looks through the window, he gasps, seeing that driver, Caucasian man wearing green work suit and brown work boots, is sitting on driver's seat, dead, axe stuck in right side of his neck. He still has his seat belt on, and his air bag deployed.
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Deserted alley. Early morning. Young couple, Stephanie Wilson and Daniel Eggers, is walking through the alley, holding hands, and laughing. They are obviously drunk.
"Maybe we shouldn't drink so much", Stephanie says, giggling.
"Maybe", Daniel agrees before turning himself facing her and pressing a kiss on her lips, embracing her in a hug. Stephanie starts playing along, but soon enough they loose balance and fall on the floor, Stephanie landibgng on her back and Daniel landing on top of her, their lips moving away. Stephanie moans in pain and Daniel gives her a concerned look, but soon they both start laughing again. They both stand up again, but Stephanie screams when she notices something on the floor, and Daniel just widenes his eyes in shock. Dead body of young Caucasian woman is lying on the floor. She is wearing short black leather skirt, black leather boots, brown nailon socks, light pink T-shirt, partially rolled up to her breasts, and red leather gloves. She has multiple stabbing wounds on stomach, chest and face, and also two big cutting wounds on bith of her things. She is holding piece of black fabric in her right hand. Her black leather purse is also lying on the floor near by.
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Two ten yeard old boys, Thomas Taylor and Robert Wilson, are walking down the street toward a bus stop, alone. Robert is holding football ball in his hands. They talikikimgng and laughing.
At one moment, Robert and Thomas turn toward an old yard near the street and Robert throws the ball there. It lands in abonded house standing there, through one of it's unlocked front windows. After both of them staring at the house in silence for a while, obvioulsy scared, Robert says:
"Go get it, Thomas!"
"Why don't you go get it?"
"What? Are you afraid?"
Thomas widenes his eyes and swallows hard before answering.
"No, I'm not! I'm going!"
Thomas walks toward the house, looks around, and sneaks in through an opened window. As soon as he walks in, he notices dead body of teenage boy dressed in black T-shirt, jeans and white sneakers, lying on the floor, right next to Thomas's ball, his eyes widened in shock, his mouth still opened, his skin toned in grey. Thomas screams and runs away on a same way he got in.
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Early morning, Philadelphia suburb. Stephanie Smith sits on drivers seat of her black SUV, wearing white T-shirt and blue jeans. Her two young children, son and daughter, are already sitting at the back seat. She puts her seat belt on and looks at her children.
"You both wearing seat belts?", she asks them. They both nod their hrads. She sees that it is true, turns around, turns on the car with a key and starts driving away. Soon enough, she notices small young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes walking down the street in his white pajamas and white woolan slippers, smeared with blood. She immediately pulls over.
"Stay here!", Stephanie says to her children, takes her seat belt off, and walks out of the car, closing the doors behind. She walks toward the boy, concerned look on her face.
"Michael, are you OK?", she asks him. Boy doesn't answer, his facial expression remaining expressionless, his eyes widened. Samantha notices that he is holding a bloody kitchen knife in his right hand. She looks him in the eyes, her eyes widened in fear and shock, waiting for some kind of response, but it doesn't happen. Boy just keeps staring right in front of himself without saying a word.
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Early morning in the crime lab. Adam and Sheldon are walking down the hallway, talking.
"I'm just telling you", Sheldon says, "every Halloween, we get involved in some creepy case."
"And we always find rational explanation."
"Yes, but do you really think that all that creepiness is coincidental?"
"Creepiness is matter of personal opinion."
"I'm not saying that it has to be paranormal, but maybe it's something in our subconsciousness that is making us behaive creepy and more violent on Halloween? All that horror movies and the bare title that references on something scary..."
"Doctor Sheldon Hawkes, ruining trick-or-treating for you since 1985."
"1984, actually."
They both chuckle. Adam's cellphone rings. He picks it up from pocket of his jeans and answers.
"Hello? OK, we'll be right there." He ends the call and puts cellphone back in his pocket. "Burn marks and human remains in suburban house in Elm Street, 13." He widenes his eyes and Sheldon glares at her. "OK, I need to agree: that is creepy."
Sheldon's cellphone rings too. He picks it up from pocket of his jeans and answers. "Hello? Aha. Really? OK, we'll be right there." He ends the call and puts his cellphone back in his pocket. "Not as creepy as this", he says. "Jane Doe checked in City hospital with strange, animal-like bite wound on her neck. Surgeons are still fighting to Save her life."
Mac walks toward them, holding his Iphone in his hand.
"We gotta go, guys", he informs them. "Guy was found murdered in his car, with an axe."
Jo also walks toward them, holding her Ipod in her hand.
"We have a case", she informs them. "Prostitute was found murdered in Walker's street 5."
Don walks toward them too, holding his cellphone in his hand.
"I just got a call", he says. "Dead body was found in an abandoned house on Fifth Avenue."
Jamie walks toward them, completely unaware what is going on.
"We have a new csse", she says. "Whole family was murdered in Lincoln's street, 1256."
They both stop and glare at each other, slowly realizing what just happened.
"And night didn't even start yet", Sheldon comments.