Hello my name is Casey Fredrick. I am a detective. I woke up at four A.M. It was unlike any day before. It was raining but it was… warm. I shrugged it off and went to making my breakfast. I didn’t have much time; I had to come early to work today. There was a series of murders in the Los Angeles region. The queerest thing about it though was that they were all missing organs, but the main organ that was always missing …was the heart.
They assigned me as the head of the case. I just put the tea kettle on the stove, let it boil and poured the steaming water in a cup of noodles. I had to leave; I didn’t even have enough time to tell my daughter goodbye. I took the one dollar meal with me as I ran into my car. I drove down to my workplace and went into my office. I kicked my door closed. I thought to myself what sick fuck would do this. The images in this murderer’s file were horrifyingly sickening. Sometimes I hated my job because of this.
I picked out the phone numbers and addresses of the neighbors that lived near the victims. I picked up the phone for the first person. Jeremy Scott, home phone number:
"1-310-5//-///2, male."
I entered the number waited a minute or two but there was no answer. Next one I guess. Hershel Hanson, home phone number: 1-424-9//-///2, male. I entered the number but as the same thing before, no answer. The same thing as before, no answer, for all of them there was no answer. I decided to drive to one of their houses and see if they’re there.
I drove down there, trying to avoid the rain. I knocked on the door. No answer. I checked If it was locked by turning the handle. It wasn’t. I opened the door and was horrified from what I saw. Blood was everywhere. A lifeless body was on the ground with organs violently ripped out of her stomach. The walls were stained with blood and then I realized it. There was a message for me. The blood on the walls spelled:
“HELLO DETECTIVE CASEY”
This person knew that I was looking for them. How the FUCK DID THAT PERSON KNOW WHO I WAS. GOD. I NEEDED A BREAK. I called 911 as fast as I could. The police were coming. I ran into my car, opened my glove box and grabbed my pistol and drove home.
I unlocked my door, closed it and locked it. I called out my daughter’s name. there was no answer. I RAN DOWNSTAIRS AS FAST AS I COULD. I KICKED OPEN THE DOOR. My daughter… My baby... She’s… dead, and a man. A tall man… was eating her. He turned around, and looked at me. He had brown hair, a dark red suit, and these… these fucking piercing blue eyes. They were so bright as if they were glowing. He smiled and greeted me. I was speechless. His smile could make anyone scared shitless.
His talked as if he was mocking me. He licked his lips and started walking towards me. His name is Grim. HE ATE HER. HE FUCKING ATE HER. I was walking back, telling him to leave as I brought out my pistol. He dared me to shoot. HE YELLED AT ME, SCREAMING “SHOOT ME” AS HE WAS LAUGHING.
I shot him. He went tumbling down. I fell on my knees. Crying. Grim’s dead body started making a sound that no human would ever make. He stood up as his wound was healing. He kneeled down, picked up my daughter’s heart and gulped it.
HOLY SHIT. JESUS. HE SURVIVED A BULLET TO THE HEAD. I SHOT HIM AGAIN. HE STARTED WALKING CLOSER AS I KEPT SHOOTING HIM. I THREW THE GUN AT HIM AND RAN AS FAST AS I COULD. THIS MAN WAS RUNNING RIGHT AT ME AND TOOK OUT A POCKET KNIFE. The front door was knocked down by the police. They came because of the call I gave before and the had to check on me. They heard my screams as they ran to my area. They told him to freeze. He stopped and walked towards them. Closer and closer.
They yelled at him to stand the fuck still. Grim brought out a knife a jumped at them. The cops shot him twice. He was down, only I knew what would happen next. I ran outside to my car. Put in the keys and drove away. I heard the screams of pain from the police as a drove as fast as I could. I was away from that freak. Oh god. I was alive. But I know one thing. I won’t be able to sleep until that man is dead.