MURDER COMES TO THE SLEEPING TOWN

MURDER COMES TO THE SLEEPING TOWN

Melissa Chambers picked up little Sophia and got her ready for bed. It was well past nine p.m. and time for her to get some sleep. She had a long day before her with the regional tests given at the schools. She loved her job as a fifth grade teacher, but felt the tests showed little as to what the children had to offer. Every year at this time, she became completely depressed and would spend more time with her own four year old daughter and students. She would spend about a week before the tests emphasizing that no matter what the results of the tests were, they never showed how well they really did. One child particularly was scared. His name was Benjamin Thorn. He was terrified what would happen to him if he didn’t do exceptionally well on the tests. Though Melissa knew in her heart, that he was abused by both of his parent’s though she could never prove it, she desperately wanted to help him. She had seen him several times the week before have an accident in his pants. She had taken to keeping extra clothes in her closet for such an emergency. Her heat beat at a fast rate tonight, with the tests tomorrow. She hugged Sophia tightly and kissed her goodnight. She knew it would be another two hours before her husband William would be home from his night shift at the reformatory, She really could use the comfort tonight of his strong arms around her. He had tried to get the day off, but with the influenza running a mock with the corrections officers, he was unable to. Melissa made her way to the bathroom and prepared herself a hot bubble bath. She slipped into the hot water and let it soak into her bones. Her mind wondered how she could help Ben and the other students with the test. As she rested she thought she had heard the door open down stairs. She knew that couldn’t be the case, the alarm would have gone off. Even when William came home every night, he would call five minutes before he got to the house to tell her, that he would be there shortly. She relaxed a little more and closed her eyes, it would be the last thing she ever did.

THE TERROR beings


Sheriff Peterson stepped out of his car, just as Deputy Rickles ran past him and regurgitated a couple of feet past him.
He shook his head, “ Get a hold of yourself son. You’ve been at this job for five years now. You should be able to keep from doing that until you back at the station.”
“Sir, I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life. Its all over the place, it looks as if Hell - he vomited again.
Peterson shook his head in anger, heading toward the house. As he neared the door, the smell hit him first. His head spun slightly, and he shook it off. HE put on the surgical foot covers before entering with his gloves. His eyes went wide in disbelief as he the scene slowly unveiled itself before him. Peterson in his twenty-five years as a law enforcement had never seen anything so barbaric. Blood covered every surface in the one story ranch, as he stepped over the threshold, his eyes dropped to the left where a small corner table stood with the family photograph. In front of it sat a hand, he knew instantly that it was to small to belong to Melissa. His stomach twitched violently and he had to leave himself. He made it just in time around the corner of the house. He, himself became violently ill. As he came back around the corner, he saw William’s Reformatory issued SUV pulling into the drive. He ran to William and stopped him just in time. Both the Sheriff and Rickles had to hold him back. “ Bill, you don’t want to go in there. There is nothing you can do, let us take you to the station, where you can make any phone calls you need to and wait until I get there. Jeff will take you there.” He pulled Jeff aside as two other Deputies held Bill back. “Jeff, Don’t tell him what has happened here. I will handle it when I get back to the station.” Jeff nodded. The Sheriff made his way back into the house, taking a deep breath as he did. His eyes closed for a moment then reopened them, it did nothing to change the scene. He moved through the house slowly. He motioned over to Lein, She was the head of the Crime Scene Unit. “Please tell me, that little Sophia is safe and alive. I know that is her little hand there on the table, but I just don’t want to admit it. I know saw parts of Melissa, but to kill a child like that, how can anyone be that cruel?”
“Martin, You know I have been doing this for ten years. I’ve never seen anything this bad. You worked with my father before me, I never recall him telling me anything like this. I know right now we are out of our league and we need some major help. I’ve got a friend in the Bureau that would probably be willing to help us. I know that she has been putting together a special team for just this reason. They would work with us, and wouldn’t want any credit. They are more of a covert team then your normal investigating team. It would be up to you. I can give her name, and you can call her. If you wish I could do it after we get finished here. Let me walk you through what we have so far, while you think about it.”
Lieutenant Cyan Lein began outside. She showed Martin the junction box, where the phone, cable, security lines all came into the house. The security had been switched, so it would be off but it would appear to be on. Cyan then lead him to the back door, that had been pried open. From there, foot prints had lead to the kitchen. She showed him that a cleaver, boning, carving and chef’s knives were missing. As she lead him to Sophia’s room, where it all had started she pointed out what appeared to be claw marks running down the wall, she knew it was human, but it didn’t appear to be.