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.
Aghast - Horror Suspense Thriller Complete Novel
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Chapter 2
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.
“No sir, actually I broke it. When we arrived, the door was locked from the inside.”
“ You broke it?” Sam said in surprise.
“ Yes sir”
“ Back to your old routine then Mr. Bell” Sam said jokingly, but not showing so on his face.
“ Yes sir, I mean no sir.”
Sam turned and threw a glance at the room’s only window. It was closed, naturally, as the room was air conditioned.
“If the door was locked from inside, and the windows were closed, then how did the killer enter the room? “ Sam asked, almost to himself.
Astonished, everybody looked at each other. Nobody had an answer.
“ More importantly sir, how the hell did he escape?” Jeff said.
The detective simply gave Jeff a stern look.
Suddenly everybody's attention was caught by an investigating officer who had recovered some pieces of hairs around the bed.
“ Hairs? Bag them and get them to the labs.” Sam instructed.
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.
“No sir, actually I broke it. When we arrived, the door was locked from the inside.”
“ You broke it?” Sam said in surprise.
“ Yes sir”
“ Back to your old routine then Mr. Bell” Sam said jokingly, but not showing so on his face.
“ Yes sir, I mean no sir.”
Sam turned and threw a glance at the room’s only window. It was closed, naturally, as the room was air conditioned.
“If the door was locked from inside, and the windows were closed, then how did the killer enter the room? “ Sam asked, almost to himself.
Astonished, everybody looked at each other. Nobody had an answer.
“ More importantly sir, how the hell did he escape?” Jeff said.
The detective simply gave Jeff a stern look.
Suddenly everybody's attention was caught by an investigating officer who had recovered some pieces of hairs around the bed.
“ Hairs? Bag them and get them to the labs.” Sam instructed.
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Chapter 3
Detective Sam sat in his office at the police station. An officer, Craig, then walked in and handed him over the post-mortem documents. Sam leafed through them and the officer sat beside him, briefing him in between about the post-mortem report.
“ It says that the neck cut is the cause of his death, but the post-mortem did not reveal any information about the actual weapon used for the murder”
“ Amazing?” Sam said, again, almost to himself, “And what about the hairs found at the site?”
“ We examined those ... but they were not human hair.” Craig said.
“Not human hairs?”
“Maybe the killer is inhuman.” Just then another officer came into the room and, jokingly, joined their conversation.
And although what he said was meant to be humorous, they didn’t speak for a while, rather, they simply looked at each other. There was an awkward silence in the room.
“ I mean it must be from a coat or clothing.” Craig commented, trying to normalize the atmosphere.
“Any clue about the motive?" Sam continued, asking Craig and completely ignoring the other officer.
“ Everything valuable in the house was intact, and we found no fingerprints other than the victims.”
“Well, if the suspect is inhuman, they don't need any motive”, the officer intruded again jokingly.
Again few seconds passed with an awkward silence.
“ Look officer, this is an extremely serious matter here, so please, for God’s sake don’t talk nonsense like this. It’s not even funny” Sam warned the officer.
The officer looked slightly embarrassed and Sam returned to his previous conversation.
“I've been reading the victim's file, he's got quite an impressive record. We could be dealing with some sort of revenge from an old enemy”
“If he only kills criminals...” The officer again tried to intrude between them.
Sam looked at him with an angry glare.
“ I mean ... If he only kills criminals, at least it makes our job easier.” The officer said with no humour in his voice and using his words carefully.
“ Remember it's our job to protect and serve...” Sam said.
“ Even to criminals?’’ the officer asked bitterly.
Sam did not speak anything; in fact he probably didn’t have an answer to that.
Detective Sam sat in his office at the police station. An officer, Craig, then walked in and handed him over the post-mortem documents. Sam leafed through them and the officer sat beside him, briefing him in between about the post-mortem report.
“ It says that the neck cut is the cause of his death, but the post-mortem did not reveal any information about the actual weapon used for the murder”
“ Amazing?” Sam said, again, almost to himself, “And what about the hairs found at the site?”
“ We examined those ... but they were not human hair.” Craig said.
“Not human hairs?”
“Maybe the killer is inhuman.” Just then another officer came into the room and, jokingly, joined their conversation.
And although what he said was meant to be humorous, they didn’t speak for a while, rather, they simply looked at each other. There was an awkward silence in the room.
“ I mean it must be from a coat or clothing.” Craig commented, trying to normalize the atmosphere.
“Any clue about the motive?" Sam continued, asking Craig and completely ignoring the other officer.
“ Everything valuable in the house was intact, and we found no fingerprints other than the victims.”
“Well, if the suspect is inhuman, they don't need any motive”, the officer intruded again jokingly.
Again few seconds passed with an awkward silence.
“ Look officer, this is an extremely serious matter here, so please, for God’s sake don’t talk nonsense like this. It’s not even funny” Sam warned the officer.
The officer looked slightly embarrassed and Sam returned to his previous conversation.
“I've been reading the victim's file, he's got quite an impressive record. We could be dealing with some sort of revenge from an old enemy”
“If he only kills criminals...” The officer again tried to intrude between them.
Sam looked at him with an angry glare.
“ I mean ... If he only kills criminals, at least it makes our job easier.” The officer said with no humour in his voice and using his words carefully.
“ Remember it's our job to protect and serve...” Sam said.
“ Even to criminals?’’ the officer asked bitterly.
Sam did not speak anything; in fact he probably didn’t have an answer to that.