Hello There

The detective announced into his walkie talkie. He shuffled down the sidewalk to the large wooden deck surrounded by two brick walls.

"And," he panted, "here's the place's front door."

His hand trembled towards the knob. The door swung open with a shrill screech and warm air escaped through the open entrance. The detective's boots squeaked against the tile floor that covered the hallway. He squeaked down to the living room covered in a thin layer of carpet.

"Here, the kid was dead."

He crouched down onto his knees.

"There's still blood stains from the murder. I can even smell it."

He stood back up and walked down to a bedroom covered in a velvet carpet. The walls were painted a deep yellowish-orange, and covered all around with football posters.

"Must've been athletic..." muttered the detective under his breath. He leaned against the wall as he talked into the device:

"This is the kid's bedroom. This is where the murderer escaped through the window. I see the broken window and the shattered pieces of glass scattered all across the carpet."

He started to walk out of the room when the lights suddenly went out.

"Whoa! What the..."

He looked around the room. The detective cursed and continued to walk down the hallway.

"Now, uh, here's the weapon. It was placed here when the police first found the dead victim," he said as he carefully avoided the sharp blade. "Gotta be careful not to step on it," he added.

He breathed with strength as he was heading towards the front door to end his report. However, there was a major obstacle that stopped him.

"Hi there," the figure growled. The detective whimpered and dropped the walkie talkie. He stumbled backwards and crawled back into a corner in the living room. The figure picked up the same weapon that killed the boy and soon, the detective.

"Bye then."

Days later, the police who found the walkie talkie played the recording and with horror listened to the loud scream that escaped from the detective's mouth before he was decapitated. They flinched as the door behind them swung open. The glutton boss stomped in the dark room with a red face.

"What are you guys doing in here?!" he screamed into their faces. "Didn't I tell you, you had duty until NINE??"

The men muttered their apologies and glumly dragged themselves back to their posts. The boss kept an eye on every single one of them until the last officer left the room. Then he turned around and discovered the walkie talkie placed on the little coffee table in front of him.

He played the recording with curiosity. After it had finished playing, he shivered as if he felt someone's presence. He looked over his shoulder.

"Hi there."

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