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September 27, xxxx
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It was a dark gloomy night. It seemed like it had rained cats and dogs, just few hours ago. And now, everywhere around in the atmosphere cricket's chirping sound could be heard. A dog's bark echoed in thick night air, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time. A lavish bungalow was standing in isolation from rest of the town locality. On a huge tree, near the bungalow, an owl soaked in the rain water, sat. Its penetrating flitting eyes moved around and settled on a bedroom window through which the light was coming out. It was the only window of the bungalow which was illuminating, as rest of the lights in the bungalow were off. Suddenly a group of pigeons, sat at the window for shelter, flied off fluttering their wings in fear, probably sensing the presence of somebody at the window. Since the window glasses were opaque and black in color, the interior of the room was not visible. Was there some invisible being present at the window? And if yes ... Was it trying to enter in? But the window seemed to be latched tight from inside. In the bedroom a silhouette could be seen slept in the bed. As the silhouette turned around in sleep its face turned to other side. Therefore it was not possible to make out who it was, even a male or female? On the bedside table a round glass spectacle was kept, probably the person slept on the bed would have removed it before going to bed. All around in the bedroom bottles of wine, news papers, magazines were spread clumsily around. In spite of all the carelessness one care was taken in particular that the bedroom door was closed and latched neatly
from inside. The one and the only one window of the bedroom was also closed and latched tight as it was an AC room. Again the figure slept turned around, bit uneasily, this time turning its face to make it visible. He was Steven Smith, around 25-26, thin build, some sparse stubbles visible on his face, eyes surrounded with round black spots formed by the spectacle. Now the being present in the room started to approach Steven slowly and steadily. Steven might have sensed its presence, even in the sleep, because the next moment, suddenly, he got up startled. Whatever it was was standing right in front of him, ready to attack. A thick tint of fear crept over Steven's face, he was trembling, sweating and was panting within fractions of second. Before he could react, it attacked him without giving him a second chance. A helpless, horrified scream spread all around. And then it was silence again all over... as it was before. There was the usual morning rush, people hurrying for the office, traffic on the road. Therefore it was quite crowded and compact, excluding a police vehicle which rushed through the crowd. The atmosphere around became tense, as the vehicle was rushing with its ear splitting siren sound. The crowd on the road split immediately to provide a way through. The ones who were walking on the footpath were looking back at the departing vehicle with curious, fearful expressions on their faces. As the vehicle departed it left a notion of tension on the road for a while yet things gradually returned to normality. A forensic team member was stood investigating at the open door of the
bedroom. He was searching rigorously for any sort of possible evidence through his thick glass lens. Suddenly he heard the sound of shoes, somebody walking with great discipline. Before he could turn he heard a stern voice, "Where is the body?'' "Sir, Here ... here inside..." He stood up straight and regained his posture as a mark of respect. The man he addressed as 'sir' was Detective Sam White, around 35-36, highly disciplined, height around 6ft 2 inches with a very strong build. Sam went in, in the direction shown by his team member. When Sam reached the bedroom, he saw Steven's corpse lying in a pool of blood on the bed. His eyes were bulged out and the neck and head were left hanging to one side. His neck was cut and it was apparent from the condition of the bed that he must have struggled hard to survive. Sam surveyed around. One of his team members was brushing objects in an attempt to find some sort of clue and another other one was busy taking photographs. His other team member briefed him up - " Sir the victim is Steven Smith, 25 ..." " Got any fingerprints?" Sam asked him before he had finished his briefing. " No sir... not yet" " Make sure everything is covered" Sam instructed the photographer passing by. " Yes sir" he promptly replied. Suddenly Sam's attention was caught by something odd. He went to the bedroom door. The latch and the portion around it was broken. "The killer must have entered in by kicking open the door. " Sam said. Then came the voice of Jeff, another member of the team. Jeff was around 35, very short, fat and had a less than distinguished appearance.