Here's the next in my CSI haunting stories! Enjoy - don't sue me for
nightmares.
------------ The UnSeen Murderer
---------- Summary: A murder in a seeming normal house. But, nothing is always as it appears to be.
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Stopping her SUV, it hadn't been anything new to be investigation one of the upper class houses on the east side of town. Sara had done it many times before. But this one seemed different. It gave her a feeling she had never felt before and it wasn't a good one.
Gil stood a little ways from the newly arrived SUV, watching it's passenger closely, knowing that he would have to face it all eventually. He wouldn't tell her about the way the house looked inside until they were at the door. Nor would he tell her about the way the house made him fell.
Waiting for Sara to get out of her car. Finally walking up and tapping on the window. Almost making her shoot through the roof.
"Did I scare you?" He asked as she stepped out. "No, no. Just surprised, that's all." She knew he didn't buy it. But was relieved when he didn't ask anymore. He stopped her at the door. "Sara, your going to have to prepare yourself for this. It's going to be the worst you've ever seen." If it wasn't Gil's words that convinced, it was the three officers that ran out with their hands over the mouths. One was a seasoned vetran. "Is worse than a floater?" "Much worse." She stared to picture the sight. Readying herself for something worse than a floater with a two story house, the dead being on the second floor, water running.
Opening the door, she knew why. The body had been skinned. It's guts laying in small piles on each side of the room. It's eyes had been removed, it's toung cut off. The ears missing, it's face in a horrid display. The legs we're missing, they found them under a piano, looking like the had been amputated mid-play. They found the hands there too. Still on the middle C and lower D keys. The arms we're on top of the piano, so we're the eyes and toung. You could tell it was a guy by the size of the legs, though that had been the only way they could tell. Decomp was too bad and it was missing... parts... that would normally be there.
Grissom was right, it was worse than a floater. She felt bad for the poor man who had this done to him. "Sara, look at this." Gil said looking at the legs, propped up on the piano. "They weren't cut, they we're ripped!" Upon closer inspection, she realized that he was right, the skin was torn completely. The bone missing we're it would of connected to the rest of the body, or what was left of it. "Who, or what could do that?" She asked in amazement. Following Gil upstairs.
Looking at the wall, it was smeared in blood. A message written from the kill, clear as day. Sara marveled as the blood dripped around the letters, not covering them with more blood.
'I warned him to get out of my house. He didn't listen to me. Anyone else in here will eventually suffer the same fate. Listen for the song, you will hear it play. That is my warning. See you soon!'
A demonic impression had been made in the wall. This made Sara really nervous. And it didn't help that the piano began to play. Running down the stair, Gil in tow, she found the hands on the piano, playing. The melody would have been sweet, if the hands were normal and attached to a live person. Sara and Gil fled from the house.
------------ The UnSeen Murderer
---------- Summary: A murder in a seeming normal house. But, nothing is always as it appears to be.
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Stopping her SUV, it hadn't been anything new to be investigation one of the upper class houses on the east side of town. Sara had done it many times before. But this one seemed different. It gave her a feeling she had never felt before and it wasn't a good one.
Gil stood a little ways from the newly arrived SUV, watching it's passenger closely, knowing that he would have to face it all eventually. He wouldn't tell her about the way the house looked inside until they were at the door. Nor would he tell her about the way the house made him fell.
Waiting for Sara to get out of her car. Finally walking up and tapping on the window. Almost making her shoot through the roof.
"Did I scare you?" He asked as she stepped out. "No, no. Just surprised, that's all." She knew he didn't buy it. But was relieved when he didn't ask anymore. He stopped her at the door. "Sara, your going to have to prepare yourself for this. It's going to be the worst you've ever seen." If it wasn't Gil's words that convinced, it was the three officers that ran out with their hands over the mouths. One was a seasoned vetran. "Is worse than a floater?" "Much worse." She stared to picture the sight. Readying herself for something worse than a floater with a two story house, the dead being on the second floor, water running.
Opening the door, she knew why. The body had been skinned. It's guts laying in small piles on each side of the room. It's eyes had been removed, it's toung cut off. The ears missing, it's face in a horrid display. The legs we're missing, they found them under a piano, looking like the had been amputated mid-play. They found the hands there too. Still on the middle C and lower D keys. The arms we're on top of the piano, so we're the eyes and toung. You could tell it was a guy by the size of the legs, though that had been the only way they could tell. Decomp was too bad and it was missing... parts... that would normally be there.
Grissom was right, it was worse than a floater. She felt bad for the poor man who had this done to him. "Sara, look at this." Gil said looking at the legs, propped up on the piano. "They weren't cut, they we're ripped!" Upon closer inspection, she realized that he was right, the skin was torn completely. The bone missing we're it would of connected to the rest of the body, or what was left of it. "Who, or what could do that?" She asked in amazement. Following Gil upstairs.
Looking at the wall, it was smeared in blood. A message written from the kill, clear as day. Sara marveled as the blood dripped around the letters, not covering them with more blood.
'I warned him to get out of my house. He didn't listen to me. Anyone else in here will eventually suffer the same fate. Listen for the song, you will hear it play. That is my warning. See you soon!'
A demonic impression had been made in the wall. This made Sara really nervous. And it didn't help that the piano began to play. Running down the stair, Gil in tow, she found the hands on the piano, playing. The melody would have been sweet, if the hands were normal and attached to a live person. Sara and Gil fled from the house.