I had an idea for a Supernatural story so I thought I would put it out there to see what people think so be sure to let me know, please and thank you!
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The call came at 3:05AM. Detective Alex Mercer had only gotten home from work 3 hours ago and was deep in sleep when it came. It took her brain a moment to register the ringing of the phone and for a moment she considered ignoring it. But the ringing continued and she finally gave in to the annoying sound.
"Hello?….this is she……." what the voice on the other end of the phone said next made her blood run cold. She sat up in her bed, now fully awake.
"Could…could you say that again?"
She was dressed, had her gun and badge in her had and was out her front door within ten minutes of the call.
As she drove to the scene of the crime her mind raced. Nothing like this had ever happened in the town before, that's why she moved there. After working in what seemed to be a crime infested city for 3 years she finally had enough. She still thought about her first day on the job when she was 21, she was fresh out of the academy and looking forward to helping people as a career. 4 people died that day, they were to be the first of many dead bodies she would see in her life. When she came home after that first day she was filled with a determination to protect people, there were so many bad people in the world and she was going to make it her life's work to make sure that they never hurt anyone ever again. But, after 3 years it was starting to get to her, she couldn't take the pain anymore, she couldn't look into another persons eyes and tell then that their loved one wasn't going to come home that night, or ever. She needed a break.
She chose to move to a small town with a small population of friendly people. It was the kind of town where everybody knows everybody and not much goes on that people don't know about. She thought she work there for a while to clear her head.
She thought that for the time being she had gotten away from things like this. She was wrong.
The crime scene was illumined by the red and blue flashing lights. Police tape surrounded the large house and several police cars were parked on the road in front of it.
She stopped and got out of her car as a rookie cop approached her.
"What's going on here?" she asked him. The guy had only been on the job for about a month, he was sweating and looked like he might be sick at any moment. He looked at her for a moment then slowly walked passed her. She watched him walk away with a raised eyebrow.
"He's in shock" a voice shouted from behind her. She turned to see the Sheriff. He motioned for her to follow him as he walked towards the house. As they entered the front door he stopped and turned to her,
"Detective Mercer I have worked here of 25 years and I never saw anything like this before. All four family member are dead in their beds."
"Cause of death?" She asked.
"We can't tell. We hoped you would be able to tell us." He brought her first to the master bedroom. Inside lay what used to be a man and woman. The position of their bodies told Alex that they were asleep when they died. That what her first clue that something was terribly wrong here. How do you sleep through being torn almost completely apart? Blood covered the bed sheets, and walls making the room look like a slighter house. She didn't need to see the other to rooms of the kids to know that they would be the same.
In all three bedrooms the occupants were torn apart like one would see an animal do, but it appeared that the people never work up before they died. How was that possible?
As she did her first walk through of the crime scene the Sheriff followed her. She took notes and pictures looking for anything that would lead her to the killer. She then descended the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms, she needed to find out how the killer got in.
"What the point of entry?" Alex asked the Sheriff.
"We don't know. There's no damage to the doors and no broken windows."
They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the living room. As soon as she entered her focus was on the wall above the fireplace.
"Detective, can I ask you something?" He asked. His voice was betraying him, she could hear the fear in it. It was a fear that she shared but wouldn't let on to.
"Of course" Alex replied, not taking her eyes off the wall. They came to a stop a few feet from the fireplace.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?"
Written in blood on the wall were the words: Before I'm done 99 will die.