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Murder Mystery

Humanity seen from the Deleterious Mind

By~Brittany Herbin
Copyright 2009

Detective Jason Wright Mauwler had just flown into Harare, Zimbabwe Africa, a week prior, and was not expecting a new case as soon as he had arrived. Jason grumbled and got into his car as he listened to the police scanner. There was something about the case that reminded him so much of Charlotte, North Carolina. And he was not planning on revisiting those memories.
Jason drove down from his apartment near the center of town to the crime scene. On the way he was hit with an unusual thought that he had never once in his life had.
‘What if I killed someone for once? What would it feel like?’ This thought grew as he watched an old woman cross the street at a stop sign. He scowled at her for taking her leisurely time to cross. He suddenly hated her and wanted nothing more than to plow her down with his car; he’d be doing her a service anyway. The feeling was extinguished as suddenly as it was conjured. It left him so quickly it made him visibly flinch. He shook his thoughts aside and drove on to the crime scene.
Jason stepped out of his car and scanned the area. There were at least six police cars and people were lining the opposite side of the caution tape trying to see what was going on. Neighbors were being interviewed as he walked passed towards the house, but he knew that none of them would be much help, especially the one woman who was silent and never said a word according to his colleague, seeing that what he had heard most of them were sleeping when the murder happened.
Jason walked on into the front door and noticed right away that there were unearthly foot prints outside of one of the windows. They looked animal-like; not something you would or should see everyday. Whipping out his gloves and camera he set to work on photographing the foot print and then telling one of his younger team members to make a plaster mold for the foot print.
As his inferior worked on the molding, he continued on into the house and searched the area, noticing a musty and strong odor emanating from the kitchen—it was horridly revolting. Putting his hand under his nostrils and breathing through his mouth so not to wretch if and when he enters the kitchen and the smell becomes too fetid when he walks in. As he looked around the house he noticed rooms that were decorated for small children. He slowly lowered his hand and made a left turn and walked into the first room. Two beds were against opposite walls, one on the left and one on the right. Both beds had blankets with Bob the Builder on them and or Rocket Power. Obviously these children were boys, given the fact that there were toys strewn all over the place in the room.
Stepping out of the room he walked over to the other side, remembering to put his hand under his nose so not to be reacquainted with his breakfast until he could reach the other children’s room that was across the way from the first room. Jason entered the second room and was hit with and overwhelming sense of grief.
‘Twins. She has two sets of twins.’ The thought wracked him as he studied the room and its belongings.
There was a pink side and a light blue side to the room. One side for a girl and one side for a boy. Jason carefully walked in and looked at the bed sheets; Hannah Montana and Jimmy Neutron bed spreads. As with the first room, there were toys scattered in random and various places on the floor. Typical of small children. As he continued to walk through the room, he could not help notice a few pictures that were on a dresser that was no higher then his passed his hips; he bent down and picked up one of the picture frames in his hand and studied it.
There was a small girl and a boy and both looked exactly alike, aside from the girl having longer hair and had it pulled back into a braid. The boy was holding a little lizard and was what looked like, chasing his identical sibling. Which was ironic, for people chase after themselves all the time just so that they can somehow regain some part of their sanity and run away from the ‘gross’ things in life. Or maybe…
Jason gave a curt laugh before putting the picture down and then picked up the other one, looking at it more than studying it. There were five people in this picture; all looked very happy and very normal.
‘Normal? There is no normal anymore in this world.’ He silently quipped as he resumed looking at the photo.
There were four children that were attacking their mother, seemed to be, with hugs and loving kisses. The look on her face was pure bliss and happiness, with merriment glowed in her honey eyes. They looked so happy together—with one another.
One again Jason felt the pangs of grief wash over him as he looked around the room.
“What a life y’all had. Who would do something like this to you?” He ran his hand over a stuffed animal that was lying on the dresser next to the first photo of the twins. How could anyone want to hurt children like this? More so, where are these children? There was no sign of the bodies and there was no additional blood that indicated there was any struggle.
“Sir, we need you in the kitchen area.” Jason was brought out of his thoughts at his superior’s voice coming from the doorway of the room. He nodded and followed the other man to the kitchen where the stench was unbearable. It nearly crippled him when walked through the doorway. He was sure he going to pass out from the foul, fetid stench of it. It was all he could do to not wretch on the spot. And the sight that greeted him made it all the more difficult to not vomit.
There was the victim mother of the four beautiful children, who were missing. Her chest had been clawed open and bore her heart and lungs. Her entrails were strewn on either side of her. Her face was mangled and twisted in a vicious, silent shout of agony. The whole scene was a macabre, contorted piece of art; a morbidly grisly master piece of Hell’s abilities and beautiful work.
Jason gasped as he was once again assaulted by the awful stench emanating from the body, which again caused him to place his hand under his nose.
“What in the bowels of Christ happened, Haron?” He addressed his long time friend and partner.
“It looks like an animal had a field day with her. Jesus Christ!” He cringed as he walked closer to the body and the smell was almost overwhelming.
“Hh…I don’t know J-Mar; we are talking to the neighbors right now.” His partner said absent mindedly. Jason didn’t think that any of the neighbors saw anything anyway, but it would be a good thing to just go out there and see what they knew of the situation.
He walked back outside and began to search for any possible suspects. The first person that he had come across was a smaller young woman, who he was told was mute and did not associate with anyone at all. She was sitting in a police car with her head lowered which her long hair hid her face. She looked to be at least twenty years of age and of good build; curvaceous to say the least.
Jason quickly shook those thoughts from his mind as he approached the car and opened the door to talk to her. As he did so a soft scent wafted from inside the car. Lavender and lilac with a hint of milk honey and vanilla assailed his nose and almost crippled his senses. Jason could almost hardly think clearly. Once again he mentally shook it off and knelt down by the side of the car.
“Hello. I am detective Jason Wright Mauwler. I was told that you are the last person that saw or heard Mrs. N’Ghaul alive two days ago?” He said this with caution, knowing that she was mute and he did not want to scare her away or intimidate her.
She lifted her head to look to the side at his face and a cold chill ran down his back that made him visibly shiver.
He was about to ask her if she wanted a piece of paper and a pen so that she could write down her answers to her questions when his subordinate called for him.
“Detective Mauwler. I think you should come take a look at this, sir.” Sighing exasperatedly, Mauwler rose from the ground and shut the car door, leaving her there until he returned.
Mauwler to the side of the right side of the house where the rookie named, P’Tora was standing stock still and looking quite pale considering his dark complexion. Once Mauwler had rounded the corner he was expecting an animal stuck in a hole at the side of the house, but that was not so.
“What the Hell do you want? I was about t—”
His words were cut off when he came to stand next to P’Tora and saw the most heart wrenching sight that will forever be burned into his memories. No child should have to have gone through that kind of torture. The body was mauled beyond recognition with an arm and parts of the fingers from the opposite hand were missing; his eyes wide open and devoid of all life and laughter. Gone. The pangs of grief once again asserted themselves inside of his heart.
“We have reason to believe this is one of the male twins. We have no clue on what had killed him, but he was treated the same way his mother; brutally.” Jason nodded his head as knelt down and examined the body closely. He looked at the wounds around the hand that had the missing fingers and noticed something that he had not noticed with the mother’s body.
“Teeth marks—human teeth marks.” He stated in a flat tone.
“What, sir?” P’Tora inquired.
“These were human teeth marks. Tell Haron to check the mother’s body for teeth marks and tell him to document them carefully to see if they are human or animal.” He demanded as he rose from the child’s body to stand.
“Yes, sir.” P’Tora, being a gaunt figure that he was, even under that detective suit, was a very handsome and intelligent young man and he ran into the house to relay the message to Haron.
Detective Mauwler walked to the back of the house and looked around the area. There were some trees, but not a lot; what grass was there was browned and crunched beneath his feet when he walked or shifted his weight. As he scanned the vicinity he took in that there was a house that was not too far from the small boy’s body. He did not pursue it any further, but made a mental note to go back over there and check it out.
Three days have passed with him and his fellow detectives have been going back and forth to house and precinct. He was now following up on a suspect that supposedly knew the victims of the household, and he lived not behind them an acre or two. Apparently, he and the B’Maulia were having spats about some land owning issues and about how Tonnnoskomm had had many trysts with different women every week. She had called the police on him for being too loud and disturbing her children from their sleep. Tom had become out raged and swore that he would get her for getting him a noise violation.
“When will people learn to let shit like this go?” He mused as he drove up to the house that was behind the victims. Jason knew that the suspect was home due to the loud noise coming from inside; he approached the door with mounted confidence and knocked curtly and waited for an answer. He heard the noise become more hushed and a voice that was whispered.
“Maybe they’ll go away if we are quieter?” It sounded like a females’ voice. He knew what was going on, so he knocked louder just in spite of them and got the answer that we had been waiting for. A male grunt came from the other side of the door and then waited for the door to open. When it did open a tall man, around six seven loomed in the door way clad in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his hips. Jason looked behind the man who was six inches taller than him to peer in the house, where a young woman in her mid-twenties was sitting up on the floor completely nude…
“What can I do ya for, officer?” His snide tone was irritating, but Mauwler ignored it.
“I am Detective Mauwler of the Zimbabwe Detective Homocide Deparment. I would like ask you a few questions about your neighbor’s death.” His stoic face and authoritative tone told that he was one to be played with. And yet there were still dumb asses out there, even there Harare, Zimbabwe who thought it was fun to screw with a cop.
“What?! The wench is finally dead? Good. It’s about time sh—” He was cut off by the cold glare that he caught from Mauwler and quickly changed his demeanor real fast before he found himself on the ground with Mauwler’s foot up his ass.
“Now, when was the last time you two had ‘communicated’?” Mauwler said in his dead pan tone.
“Last time was around half passed five three days ago on, I think Sunday.afternoon. Why what happened to her?” He explained as he stepped out on the small porch.
“Answer my question first.”
Tom sighed and relented. “Yeah, we had a spat. That bitch had called the cops on me Sunday again after the first she did and cost me two years in jail.” He said this with disdain, but and undertone of some hatred.
“Wait. She called the cops on you for a different time?”
“Yeah, she told the cops that I was selling cocaine, which wasn’t wrong. But the second time that she called the cops after I got out and had gotten clean; I was scared that she would send me back there. So I went over to her place and told her off, but I didn’t touch her, I swear it.” By this time he had crossed his arms over his chest and was standing in an indignant posture. His dark brown hair was damp from his little excursions with the young lady in his house; it fell passed his ears which were some what pointed. His face was pure perfection with a strong jaw and noble high cheeks. His whole demeanor nonetheless was magical and divine. And his lighter complexion made his features look that way much more.
Jason considered his answer as he looked this man over once more before nodding his head.
“Thank you for you help, Mr.—” He paused at not knowing how to pronounce his name.
“Uh…you can call me Tom, it’s easier that way. Most people don’t know how to pronounce my name.” Tom chuckled as he shook the detective’s hand.
“Uhm…if you want a little more information. You see that house over there yonder?” Tom pointed to the house that was right next to B’Maulia’s. It was smaller, but seemed to be more up kept then what the others were. At this, Jason nodded his head and listened intently on the information that Tom was about to relay to him.
“Well the girl that lives in that house, her name is Loddos Var. She’s not the type of person that you want to mess with.”
“And why is that?” Jason inquired as he raised his eyebrow.
“Well, I went by her house and she was sitting on her porch. I wave to her and say ‘hello’, she growls at me like a rabid hyena. She snarled and crinkled her nose just like one as well. The woman is demonic I swear it.” He looked over at the Var’s home and visibly shuddered from disgust.
“Alright, I’ll look into it. And thank you for your time.” He said as he once again shook the man’s hand and walked off the porch.
“Yeah, you’re welcome. Hey and if you need any other info on the freak let me know.” He said with sneer on his face.
“Thanks, uh… I’ll be sure to do that.” He chuckled as he walked back to his car and drove to Loddos Var’s abode.
Once he got there, there were no lights on what so ever. There was how ever a small glow coming from one of the small in the house. Jason walked up to the door and knocked five times. It was about two minutes that he was about to knock again when the door slowly creaked open to reveal the same woman that he had had spoken to three to four days ago on the Cop car. She was wearing a long forest green and lilac purple skirt, and a long sleeved shirt that clung to her every curve. Detective Mauwler had to mentally shake himself to not stare at her and to concentrate on the questioning. He then remembered that he had his note pad to take down the questions and answers. He pulled it out and asked if he could come inside and her a few questions, which she nodded and allowed his access. As he walked into the home he noticed the pungent odor of decay.
‘Probably something in the refrigerator…’ He surmised that she would probably be the person to leave something in there to rot. And as he walked in sat down on one of the few chairs in the home Loddos came from what he thought was the kitchen and set down a glass of red liquid on a small end table next to him.
“Thank you.” He said as he picked up the glass and sipped from it. The instant the liquid entered his mouth he gagged and it spewed back from his mouth. He looked at the liquid that was in the glass and was sick to his stomach. Blood. Human blood.
He felt the bile rising in the back of his throat as he stared at the blood filled glass. He shot up from his chair and withdrew his gun before he realized that she was no longer standing there. Looking around he began to creep towards the kitchen that was at the back of the house but it was noticeable nonetheless. With his gun in front of him with his outstretched hand he tipped forward in the door way of the kitchen. His head was just through when he heard the sound of bone crunching coming from his left. Jason turned his head and saw Loddos Var devouring the leg of one of the twins that were cramped inside the refrigerator.

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"A Ghostly Family Portrait"

The new house finally. Middled of winter spring cleaning. Hate it all.

The time came where the attic was to be cleaned and rearranged. I walked up the first flight of stairs with a lethargic step; I loathed having to do winter cleaning. I soon reached the small space in the ceiling that I seethingly glared upon.

There was the little string with the large lug nut dangling from the large hatch leading to the attic. I pulled it down, and the hinges screamed their dismay from the lack oil.

I reached up and pulled down the metal stairs. I ascended the steps with grumble upon my lips. I finally reached the top and stepped inside of the dusty, dank abyss. I coughed from inhaling the long, over-needed-to-be cleaned off dust that was caked on all of the possessions that were up here.

I sighed and started to search through boxes to start getting rid of junk. The first box that I encountered happened to be one full of pictures.

When we first moved in a few months ago, in September, it took us a while to get everything so I told my husband to put the rest of the boxes that still needed to be sorted through up in the attic until it was time to go through them. Unfortunately, that day was now. Dang it!!

I pulled out picture that I had in my life seen before. That was then that I noticed I was on the wrong side of the attic. The side that I was on had the possessions of the other family that would be coming back next Summer to collect the rest of their belongings.

I studied the photo; it was an old photograph--black and white. There was an elder couple, three children, a girl and two boys, and a younger couple that had huge smiles on their faces.

I looked over the faces of the children and smiled contented. I've always wanted children, but Jons never did. I'm still working on his fear of changing the diaper.

When I looked at the young girls face, the look of pure abhorrent hatred was etched on her features in a uncharacteristic scowl. Seeing a glare, if you can call it that, on a little girl's face, which was supposed to hold a look of pure innocence and laughter, was one of detestment and harbored malicious intent. That look alone on a young girl's face made my insides shrink and crawl.

I shivered with unease. And against all better judgment, I continued to hold the picture and found that I was studying the face a little closer. A gasp of horror left my throat when the little girl's face began to look strangely like Jons, but in a feminine way. They had the same characteristics. Cold chills were coursing through my spine when I looked even closer at the child. She did not look to be more than seven years old, and yet her face held such hatred--cruelty even...

I squinted my eyes, there was something in her hand; it was hidden, but I could still see it. I got up and grabbed a small plant stand and an old lamp, which with some insane amount of luck still worked. With the lamp plugged in and turned on, I studied the old photo closer under the aid of the light. My hand flew to my mouth to hide horrified gasp that still excaped me. In the hand of the girl there was a hatchet, small but I could see it clearly. Horror struck me when I looked too closely and found that there was a fourth child in the background who was wearing bloody clothes. Her face was have decayed and seemed to be bleeding.

Fear was thoroughly instilled in my heart. The realization of the face struck me hard. This little girl was my husband. The face, the fact that years ago a hatchet is what took his little sisters life, but now I know that he had killed her nad not a random person. My breath caught in my throat and I was shaking uncontrollably. I stared at the picture in absolute terror.

A soft laughs comes from behind me. And I whip my head around and a sigh of relief escapes me. Jons is standing there in the entrance of the attic.

"Hey, honey I tho--" My sentenvce died in my throat as I noticed a hatchet in his hand.

His arm lifted and a scream emitted from my soul....

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Mrs. Beichner I was extremely bored and needed something to do other than my story and I've been addicted to blogging. I think you might need to see a shrink after reading this one. Sorry if I have caused any sort emotional and or mental damage. More so I think I need to see a shrink after this one as well. Again I am very sorry about this god forsaken post. Don't know why I just did this at all. Maybe it's because it's quarter til 11:00 at night right now and I really need to get to bed before the buzz in my head turns into a 20 minute "til you literally pass out" ring inside of my head. Ta ta ^-^
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