November 28-29, 2021
Words: Warrant, Pie
A group of armed policemen pulled up before a porch, home of an accused citizen allegedly committing domestic violence within the household. Upon approaching the entrance, faint moaning could be heard.
An officer rang the doorbell. No response. While the officers waited, the moaning continued, unsettling various policemen. He rang it again. No response. This time the moaning gradually increases.
The officer had enough. He furiously slammed the door repeatedly, demanding for a response.
"I have a warrant! Let us search the residence!" the officer shouted.
A chuckle from the otherside mocked the officer's statement.
"Can you settle down? I'm trying to finish my creampie," the voice said.
The officer had enough. He slammed the door repeatedly until the accused shouted at them.
"I get it! I get it! You lot are too impatient." complained the man at the otherside of the entrance.
As the door slowly opened, the policemen were sweating, anxious for the lady's condition. The door opened, revealing a dark-skinned man holding a half eaten creampie. A bit of cream was hanging on the edge of his mouth. The officers signed in relief.
While the other officers were relieved, the one slamming the entrance was not. He glared at the dark-skinned man as he inspected the house. It was unkempt. Garbage cluttered everywhere, an awful stench lingering in every corner, pornography blaring in the living room, and a missing wife who is allegedly abused.
"Where is your wife?" the officer asked with a sneer.
The dark-skinned man told them he didn't have a wife. The officer darted around the room, checking to see women's clothing. Nothing. The officer sighed in relief.
"Everything was searched. We found no evidence of domestic violence nor a wife. Be careful not to cause trouble. And lower that damned thing for god's sake," the officer complained, switching off the television.
"Let's go," commanded the officer to the policemen. No response.
The officer turned back inside, everyone disappeared. Frantically, the officer glanced back to the entrance, it was closed shut. The sun was setting outside. Everything went dark. He flickered the light switch, It didn't work. He tried to open his flashlight, but it didn't work. He tried to call for backup on his handheld transmitter, but it didn't work. Nothing worked.
Retreating to the entrance with his back towards it, a strange warmth filled from behind. A smile shined behind him.
With quick movement, the officer's mouth was covered and a knife pointed at his left eye. The officer struggled, wiggling to break free from the captor's hands. It was pointless. The captor's strength was unimaginable.
The officer's ribs are slowly breaking as the captor traces the end of the knife to the officer's neck. The captor let out a deep chuckle. The officer's eyes widened. The voice was unfamiliar. It cannot be the voice of the dark-skinned man nor the other policemen. It belonged to someone who was not present within the house, or to someone who was hidden.
A warm breath tickled the officer's ears, while a reeking aroma irritated his nose. The captor chuckled once more. The petrified officer hyperventilated as the knife sinks deeper into his skin.
With a swift motion. The officer's eyes went blank, a spray of blood gushed out of the throat of the victim, decorating the entrance with red. With a chuckle, the smile disappeared into the darkness of the residence.