Just when you think you know..

I like keeping you all waiting. Letting you get your visual fills.

Let me break this down for you.
I'm assuming the police were notified about the missing woman and child, as they made the house a crime scene. I only drove by once as to not draw any suspicion.

I woke up one morning with a small pink slipper stuffed inside my mailbox. Then my conscience kick started itself again.

I went back to the house later that week. I will never listen to my conscience again.

I'll cut to the chase. I bypassed all of the crime scene tape and what not and made it back into her bedroom.
I'm not sure what I was looking for. A clue of some sort. Just anything to give me a sense of what was happening to my nice little sociopathic life. That's when it happened.

As I was standing in the dark of her bedroom, I heard the creaking of a floorboard underfoot. Before I could even turn around I heard all of this shouting "GO GO GO, We Got him!"
And from every corner of the room, police officers, armed with hand guns, shot guns.. You name it they had it. They stormed from the closet, the hallway, the master bath. It was over. I laid on the ground and said not a word.
There were at least a dozen officers in that room. 5 of them were on me, searching for weapons, and  zip-tying my ankles and wrists.

That's when my world turned around.

The lights started flickering, the tv's, stereos, appliances, everything started going on and off in the house.
The officers stood up wondering what was causing the electrical phenomenon.

From in the center of all of the confused officers he appeared. over 8 feet tall. Dressed to kill. Out of no where.

The officers drew their weapons, He just stood there. Not moving what so ever. The officers started shouting and one lunged at Him. That when he started shaking, convulsing almost. And at that very moment a dozen long tentacles shot of of his back. They whipped around in every direction. Then in the blink of an eye, all at once, every tendril focused on an officer and shot straight through their throats. A few short gasps and they were all gone.
I just laid there. I was subdued. In the midst of something that had no fear or respect for humanity what-so-ever. And i was surrounded by the bodies of 12 officers that were missing important elements of their throats.

He looked down at me, and I started to levitate. Just to my feet. I stood before him and for the first time since I could remember, I felt genuine fear. His head shook just a bit and two of the long tentacles shot out at me. I closed my eyes hoping not to feel my throat or my heart being pierced. That's when I realized that they had severed the zip-ties on my ankles and wrists.

I was almost in a state of shock.

He bent over, put his face.. or lack there of up against mine. It was the strangest thing I've ever experienced. There was nothing. Just white. It was cold, like dough that's been pulled out of a refridgerator. The smell was that of fear, musk, rot. Everything dissonant.

After a few incredibly long seconds he backed away. The bedroom door shot open. And I slowly walked toward it.

That's all I remember.
I woke up in my bed.

My television on.

Top story..

The charred bodies of a dozen local investigating officers were discovered last night; in what was the largest single loss of life in the departments history.
Cause..
Possible gas explosion.
There was a news chopper over the site where the house once stood.
There was nothing but a charred foundation.

Shit Just Got Real.

Until Next Time.
Me ;)