What happens when the lights go out … … …

This is no fairy tale, there is no happy ending … … …

New York – 8:45PM

But what could happen when the lights go out and the monsters come out from under the bed and the cupboards … … this is not what the police think they believe they believe it's a serial killer that killed his girlfriend – Lucy Gellar, he had been out for Chinese when an old marionette puppet had came to life drawn his girlfriend to the bedroom and sucked out her tongue and left her bleeding from the mouth through to the stomach and leaving her inner organs splurging out to the sides of the blood ridden bed. It was 7:15pm and I had just returned from the Chinese takeaway that was just a block from their flat, to collect an order that he had place 45 minutes ago.

Whilst the NYPD – crime scene department where taking prints and blood samples etc, the chief of police – Captain Terry Keller a portly man dressed in full police uniform, with his belt just above his waste … must be all those donuts he's been eating. I feel as though ive been questioned for ages and all I can keep telling them is that I don't know anything … and the fact that I didn't do it. But he doesn't believe me … he keeps making out that it was my fault and I'm the person who killed her … … even with the receipt and the takeaway in the kitchen … after all this time and then he cuffs me as they wrap and take the body of my beloved away in the back of van to the morgue.

Fifteen … or were twenty well some time had passed since I was taken from my home with a little resistance and plea that I didn't do anything to her … but I was ignored and forced more into giving a statement and confessing to her murder.

INTERROGATION ROOM – NYPD – 9:45PM

I've been waiting here for ages …. I want to go … I want to see my girlfriend before they start the autopsy but I can't get out of here … they locked me … said I had to wait for my interrogators to get here. This is turning into a nightmare … a never ending nightmare …. But if this is a nightmare then I should wake up … wake up for god sake...

An hour … maybe longer has gone by … … and my supposed interrogators still haven't turned up …. Time is slowly ebbing away … … must get out … but if this is a nightmare or really bad dream then I should wake up … WAKE UP … now my interrogators have turned up … two men in black jacket and trousers and black shirt.

They both look at me in slightly odd way as if they knew that I was innocent and one had my file in their hand … and was looking ominously through it … and was still wondering why I had been brought in … but lower down in the file … looked to be recently written in the file was – murderer and psychopath. "Says here you've been bit of a naughty boy recently …" the interrogator with the American flag badge … he soon told me before their names the one next to him was Don Flack and he was Mac Taylor …

I was a little stunned … but from the body language I was pursuing he had slight doubt of the statement that I had given to the captain … "From your statement … you make out that you don't know what happened to your girlfriend … but from the crime scene photos and the evidence that we have at our labs ... I'm afraid it's slightly pointing your direction … so this your chance to give your side"

I sat up in the chair, looking a little perked up and less white-faced as I had was when I found the body of my dead fiancée back at my apartment … we were going to get married next year – a summer wedding is what I had promised her … and now she's dead and I've got nothing to live for. Some colour had returned and I was looking a little bit rosier and merry.