A random idea that came into my head when I was watching Monk one time. I don't know if I'll continue this. I suppose it depends on the respose I get to this chapter. If you feel I should continue, please comment.
MR. MONK AND THE AUTHOR
Paul McCreevy walked across the lobby of the luxurious Brunswick apartment complex and into the small arcade. He was tired and this was his last stop of the night. The wheels of the dolly carrying his boxes squeaked loudly in the silence as he walked. All of the games had been turned off. All of the games except for the crane machine. The light inside glowed softly, casting eerie shadows around the room.
Whistling tunelessly, Paul pulled out his key and began to unlock the machine. He didn't notice the figure that had slipped out of the shadows and now stood behind him.
Paul used his pocketknife to slit the tape on the top of the first box. Once he had it open, he turned back to the machine and began to rearrange the stuffed animals inside so he could put the new ones in. He took a large purple bear from the top of the pile and paused. The bear was heavy. Paul turned it over and reached for the zipper.
The figure in the shadows raised the baseball bat it held and with all the strength it possessed, brought the bat down on Paul's head with a resounding crack. Paul was killed instantly. His body fell to the side, knocking over the boxes of stuffed animals on the way down. The animals scattered across the room. The figure reached down with a gloved hand and picked the purple bear out of the mess. He walked to the door, stepping over Paul's body and the way out.