suspense, gore, character death, ANGST.
A/N: I’m sorry. I’m
so sorry. I don’t usually write dark stuff like this. I just had to get this
one out. At least it is a little bit Halloween themed? Kind of? Maybe?
Sam peered around the boring, sickeningly clean living room,
hunting for the tiniest scrap of evidence. But, he found nothing. No footprints,
no strands of hair, nothing.
And the worst part was, there was no clue as to what kind of
monster was behind the deaths. Of course, the crime scene investigators had
combed through the place before the three of you could even get there. Even the
crime scene clean-up crew was well on their way on cleaning up the remains
before you made it through the front door. And that left with nothing but
“Hey, Sam? Didn’t the coroner say that the victims each had their
throats slashed by an unseen assailant? That fits with an urban legend I came
across earlier when I was talking with the old lady across the street. At
first, I thought she was nutty. But, it’s starting to make sense.” You lifted
yourself from the floor, where you had been studying what was left of the blood
pool from today’s victim. “It’s some sort of ‘Shadow Man’. The lady said it
gained many names over the years, but it’s always the same story. And, it
always strikes somewhere in Boston, once on each day in October. Today is the
seventh, and so far, we have no victim.”
Sam sighed as he approached you. You could see his brain
ticking away behind his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Is there a type? I know each of
the victims were female, with Y/H/C hair. But there’s got to be more to it.” No shit, Sherlock.
Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if pure bloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin–” Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it. “Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you–” “You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.” Hermione gave a shaky laugh.