a.n. Sorry I haven't written anything for ages, I've been trying to get
this on fan fiction (with great difficulty lolz), I've also been setting up
my website,
Mort stopped pacing the room as soon as the knock came on the door. He couldn't bring himself to go back outside, because there was a body out there, and also because he was in fear of his life. He opened the door quickly. "Hello, sheriff, thank goodness you're here. This whole thing is seriously creeping me out and scaring the hell out of me." "Hello, Mr Rainey. Been talking to any more people in your head lately?" "Eh?" Mort asked, confused. "Don't act all innocent. We weren't able to find evidence before to prove you are a murderer, but this might just be what we need." "I am not a murderer. I am disgusted that you would say that about me." "Mr Rainey, we both know it's true." Sighed the sheriff, getting bored of Mort's act. "So, by day, I am a respectable author who writes reasonably good books that keep the food on the table, but by night, oh by night, I am Evil Killer Dude, come to kill all who come within a mile of me. Yeah right." "You don't know how right you are Mr Rainey." Muttered the sheriff Mort could not be bothered to pretend he cared, so he just pretended he didn't hear the sheriff.
They walked out into the back garden and over to the makeshift grave. "Man, you are twisted. What on Earth have you done to your poor dog?" "I did nothing sir. This was hanging outside my house this morning. I just felt I should lay him rest. That was how I found the body." "And where is the body now?" asked the sheriff. "I left it in the soil. It might not even be a body, I just saw a hand, right there." Mort pointed to where the hand was and stopped dead. "And so this hand got up and walked away, did it?" The sheriff asked suspiciously. "But, it was right here, right before you came." Mort said, in sheer confusion. Where on Earth had the hand or body gone? He was still in shock but now his mind was just screwed up. "Mr Rainey, was there a hand here or not?" "Well, there was, but obviously there is not anymore." "Are you trying to validate your stalker story by reporting a found body and then hiding the evidence to look as if it had been stolen?" "No! There was a hand there. I don't know how or where it has gone, but it has." "I am going to have to search your house Mr Rainey. Would you care to accompany me? In case I get scared." He jeered. Mort reluctantly agreed to go with the sheriff, and they searched his house from top to bottom for any sign of this 'hand' but they found nothing. They had looked everywhere, so the Sheriff could not arrest Mort for murder, as, it seems, the evidence had been stolen. The sheriff got into his car, rolling his eyes, and drove off, giving Mort the finger as he went. "Asshole!" muttered Mort 'V'ing him back.
He walked back into the house and locked the door behind him. As he walked up towards the staircase, he heard a creak on the landing. "W-who's there?" stammered Mort, trying not to sound scared. This had happened before, he remembered and all that came out of it was a broken mirror and a shower door in need of repair.
a.n. There you go, chapter four done and half my pack of chocolate covered raisins gone! R&R my lovelies!
Mort stopped pacing the room as soon as the knock came on the door. He couldn't bring himself to go back outside, because there was a body out there, and also because he was in fear of his life. He opened the door quickly. "Hello, sheriff, thank goodness you're here. This whole thing is seriously creeping me out and scaring the hell out of me." "Hello, Mr Rainey. Been talking to any more people in your head lately?" "Eh?" Mort asked, confused. "Don't act all innocent. We weren't able to find evidence before to prove you are a murderer, but this might just be what we need." "I am not a murderer. I am disgusted that you would say that about me." "Mr Rainey, we both know it's true." Sighed the sheriff, getting bored of Mort's act. "So, by day, I am a respectable author who writes reasonably good books that keep the food on the table, but by night, oh by night, I am Evil Killer Dude, come to kill all who come within a mile of me. Yeah right." "You don't know how right you are Mr Rainey." Muttered the sheriff Mort could not be bothered to pretend he cared, so he just pretended he didn't hear the sheriff.
They walked out into the back garden and over to the makeshift grave. "Man, you are twisted. What on Earth have you done to your poor dog?" "I did nothing sir. This was hanging outside my house this morning. I just felt I should lay him rest. That was how I found the body." "And where is the body now?" asked the sheriff. "I left it in the soil. It might not even be a body, I just saw a hand, right there." Mort pointed to where the hand was and stopped dead. "And so this hand got up and walked away, did it?" The sheriff asked suspiciously. "But, it was right here, right before you came." Mort said, in sheer confusion. Where on Earth had the hand or body gone? He was still in shock but now his mind was just screwed up. "Mr Rainey, was there a hand here or not?" "Well, there was, but obviously there is not anymore." "Are you trying to validate your stalker story by reporting a found body and then hiding the evidence to look as if it had been stolen?" "No! There was a hand there. I don't know how or where it has gone, but it has." "I am going to have to search your house Mr Rainey. Would you care to accompany me? In case I get scared." He jeered. Mort reluctantly agreed to go with the sheriff, and they searched his house from top to bottom for any sign of this 'hand' but they found nothing. They had looked everywhere, so the Sheriff could not arrest Mort for murder, as, it seems, the evidence had been stolen. The sheriff got into his car, rolling his eyes, and drove off, giving Mort the finger as he went. "Asshole!" muttered Mort 'V'ing him back.
He walked back into the house and locked the door behind him. As he walked up towards the staircase, he heard a creak on the landing. "W-who's there?" stammered Mort, trying not to sound scared. This had happened before, he remembered and all that came out of it was a broken mirror and a shower door in need of repair.
a.n. There you go, chapter four done and half my pack of chocolate covered raisins gone! R&R my lovelies!