Detective John Shilling's Investigations.
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Journal Entry 1
12:01 am.
December 19th, 2007
I have decided that I will record here what I have learned from my investigations. It has been two days since he was brought in. A man, seven feet and twenty-five inches tall, wearing a bloody black tee shirt, black dress pants, and sneakers. There were a few other things that came in as well. A blood stained white hoody, and two knives, each with fresh blood stains. But there was something far sinister to the man. His body had been burned, his skin left pale and rubbery feeling. His face was the worst. His mouth had a permanent smile, because the man must have cut his face to make his smile bigger and everlasting. His eyes were what made me shiver from fright. His eyelids, they were not there, but ashes remained. He must have burned them off. His eyes were black, and seemed to gaze into my soul. The man had been identified as the serial killer who had killed more than 70 people. Most of his victims had been children, aged 9 to 17, but many had also been adult men and women. No one has been able to explain why or how he had never been captured for so long, but I am quite sure that I will get to the bottom of this investigation. One way or another.
Det. John Shilling.
John finishes writing in his journal, remembering how he felt the first time he looked at the killer. He shivers thinking about the man's smile and eyes. "Why have you never been caught before?" He asks himself. He decides to just forget about it for now. "I have to sleep, I have a big day tomorrow." He says, taking a look at a picture on his desk. The picture was of a beautiful woman, whom John loved very much. He remembers back to the last day he saw her alive.
John took his suitcase and started to walk out of his house. "I'll be back later." His wife Marion kissed his cheek. "Okay, I'll see you later honey." She said, hugging him. He hugged back and kissed her forehead. "Bye." He said, smiling and waving as he got in his car. She waved back, smiling as well. That night, Marion was sitting in her bed reading. She heard a crash coming from the bathroom. She got up to check, but when she did, a hand covered her mouth. She tried to scream and get away, but to no success. The hand released her and she turned around to see a man with a white hoody holding a knife. The hood was covering his face, but Marion could see his face clearly. He stepped forward, laughing quietly. "No, please! Don't do it!" Marion screamed, watching as the man came closer. He pushed her to the ground and got on top of her, holding the knife to her throat. "Shhh..." He said, grinning maliciously. "Go to sleep." He cut her throat open, watching the blood flow out. She tried to scream again, but ended up choking on her own blood. In a matter of seconds, she was dead. The man laughed loudly, then jumped out of the window he came in. A few minutes later, John walked into the house. He went upstairs, walking into his and Marion's room. He gasped when he saw her, dead on the floor. He called 911 and knelt beside her on the floor. "Marion!! No!!" -
John takes a look at his watch, the time is 12:11. He takes off his watch and puts it on his desk, sighing. He sits on his bed, lost in thoughts. He starts to think about Marion. She had long brown hair that was always down, bright green eyes, a warm smile on her face, etc etc. John remembers the first time they met. "That day was the best day of my life..." He says quietly, a tear falling from his eye. He wipes his eye and lays down, pulling a blanket over himself. He starts to nod off to sleep, his last thought was, "Why did that have to happen?"
-The Killer's Point of View-
I become conscious in a bed, strapped down tightly. I notice that there is no light. "Where am I?" I murmur dizzily. I look around, but all I see is black. I start to get up, but then remember I am strapped down. I free one of my hands, ripping the rest of the leather straps off me. I feel the walls, walking, then come up to a door. I slam into it a few times, then it falls, the hinges broken. I walk out of the room, laughing maniacally... -
In the middle of the night, John stirs awake, feeling like he was being watched. He hears slow, steady breathing, and jolts out of bed. He looks around his dark room, but manages to see nothing. He tries to go back to sleep, but only does so half an hour later.
The next morning, John slowly gets up and out of bed. He grabs a suit, tie, and socks out of his closet, yawning quietly. He opens his bedroom door, stepping out into the hallway. He opens the bathroom door, pausing suddenly. Putting the clothing he was carrying on the floor, he turns and opens a bedroom door, walking into it. His eyes never leaving a spot on the floor, John walks over to the spot and sits down. He closes his eyes and places his hand on the floor. "Marion... I miss you so much..." He says, holding back tears. He wipes them away and stands to go into the bathroom. He gets undressed and gets into the shower.
Half an hour later, John comes downstairs, dressed in black dress pants, socks, and white dress shirt. He also has his watch on. He opens his front door and picks up the day's newspaper. He places it on the table in the kitchen. Looking at it, his eyes widen as he reads the headline... -
-PSYCHO KILLER ESCAPED FROM ASYLUM LAST NIGHT!-
Police have been notified of the situation. If you see this man, please do not approach him. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you do see him, please call 911 immediately.
"So, I have heard that the killer escaped last night.." John says, talking to one of the doctors from the Mental Asylum. "Yes..." he replies, looking frightened. "My name is Doctor James, but please, just call me James." John nods, pointing to the building. "So, what all happened?" James motions for the detective to follow. "I'd better show you. Follow me." John follows him inside, trying to get past the crowds of doctors, patients, and police officers. They both finally come to a door with lettering on it. It had "Je" written on it. "We recently found out his name, after many unsuccessful attempts to get it out of him. His name is... Jeff." James says, seeming to shudder at the name. John's eyes widen. "That name... it sounds familiar to me.." John says, frowning. James turns and looks at the detective with fear in his eyes. "He must be captured again! And soon! I fear everyone is in grave danger!" John nods, feeling hesitant at first. But then he gives James a sincere nod. "I will find him, alone. And make sure he does not escape again." James gulps. "Alone?! Are you crazy?!" John closed his eyes. "I know now why his name seems familiar to me. He...he murdered my wife!"
-Jeff's Point of View-
I wake up in an abandoned house, covered in blood from the night before.
"Go to sleep!" "No, please! Don't do this!" "Hehe...HAHAHAHA!!"
I pick up the knife that is beside me, and put it in my pocket. I block my unblinking eyes from the sun, which seems to be shining directly at me. Groaning, I stand up and walk out of the house, the feeling slowly returning...
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