Hiya. So this is my first scary story. I decided to post this about a week before Halloween, since it's gonna be a multi-chapter story. I wrote this instead of doing homework, so I hope it's scary enough.
I sadly proclaim that I don't own CSI: Miami. I do own their books and the board game, though. :D
It was unusually dark on Halloween night. A full moon shone across a clear black sky, closer than normal and perfectly round. No stars accompanied the moon that night.
A young man with short blond hair stalked up the sidewalk to the front door. He paid no attention to the half-dressed or fully-clothed children running around, or to the parents escorting them. He didn't need them watching, so he made sure not to attract any.
Dressed in a light brown uniform, he placed one arm on his belt as he rang the doorbell. Waiting, he glanced at his badge and rubbed it with his thumb. Good first impressions were key; that earned their trust.
A woman answered the door. She was middle-aged, with hair wrapped tightly in a bun and she wore a seemingly expensive suit. She held a nearly visible aura of authority.
"Yes, officer?" She removed her gold-rimmed reading glasses and watched him with questioning eyes.
"Ma'am." He nodded at her kindly before continuing. "I've been called to come check your residence. There's been some sort of breach, and I think a concerned neighbor called us to make sure you or anyone else in your family isn't harmed."
Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "A – a breach? Oh, all right. Come on in, Officer…" she returned her glasses back on her face, and even then had to squint at his name because of the lack of light "…Wilson. I'm the only one here, actually. Never really wanted to have a family of my own and so I never did. I do wonder if I would have been a good –"
She never finished her sentence.
He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her inside her home, kicking the door shut behind him. The woman was too shocked, dropping her glasses but didn't hear them shatter in her sudden catatonic state.
He took a utility knife and slid the knob until the blade glistened in the dim light of the chandelier hanging above them. He placed the sharp end of the blade on her neck. Her back was against the wall.
"Please…" She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes and clouding her vision further. Her heart wildly throbbed and she found it hard to breathe. She refused to swallow for fear of the blade piercing her skin.
"Do as I say and you'll live. If you don't… well I guess you won't live long enough to see what happens should you disobey me." He used his free hand to caress her cheek in an almost tenderly gesture. She leaned away from his touch but he clutched her neck tighter.
"You understand that one slight movement will slice your skin. If that happens, I can't account for what goes down after. So it's in your best interest not to move."
Her eyes narrowed to thin slits as rage fueled her mouth. She gathered as much saliva and spit at his face, causing him to close his eyes and in a mechanical reflex his face contorted. It was as if he'd just sucked a whole lemon. Still, his grip never faltered.
"What kind of officer are you?" she sputtered, aware that those were her last words.
He smiled viciously and released his hold on her.
She never felt the marble tiles against her living body. She was dead before she hit the floor.
He walked away from the mess and deeper into the now unoccupied mansion.
"Don't be an idiot. I'm not an officer."
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"Please know that the night shift is truly grateful for your help, Lieutenant. It seems everyone goes crazy on Halloween. You know how it is."
"Actually, I don't know. But it's not a problem, either way."
Horatio Caine closed his phone and entered the crime scene with unearthly stealth. His medical examiner, Alexx Woods, wasn't fazed. She was used to his sudden presence in the room.
"Alexx…thank you for coming in. I know you really wanted to spend the night sorting out the goodies your children received."
The doctor turned and rolled her eyes at him. She turned back and her features softened. "This is no time for your smart-aleck cracks, Horatio, even if they're a rare occurrence. A lady's been killed."
Horatio was saved from a verbal beating when Frank Tripp came in. Having missed the scolding Tripp was clueless. But he could feel the tension. Instead he shrugged it off, assuming it was because of having to work on Halloween night.
Frank opened his small leather notebook and began reading off the pages. "Vic's a Carolyn Redford. 43, lived alone, extremely well-off. From the looks of it, suspect tore in here looking for something but she wouldn't give. Good for her. Must've taken him a long time to find it, if he even did." He marveled at the sight around him. "Damn foyer's bigger than my whole house."
Horatio took off his sunglasses and cocked his head. "Alexx, have you got a prelude for us?"
"From what I can tell, she died less than two hours ago. Blood's still warm, and I can still feel her soul here. My first guess is as good as anyone else's; there's enough blood here to fill a barrel. And the head's literally hanging by a thin vein."
The redhead slipped on his glasses and placed his hands on his hips. "Yes. It looks like he tricked Ms. Redford, and treated himself to her luxuries. Our killer's acting in the spirit of trick-or-treating, only I'm not so sure I'd want to reward him with some chocolate."
Was that a perfect Horatio one-liner or what? Hehe. Let me know what you think; I haven't written the next chapter yet since I've got a lot of schoolwork & I've started another story.
& what are you guys being for Halloween? I still don't know. My only mandatory prop: purple hair. Have you got any suggestions? Leave comments, please. I live on comments... & on chocolate, but I've got the chocolate covered.