Skip to main content

I wasn't crying wolf.

The person from the real estate agency turned up - and had hysterics.  She banged on my door after she'd found the source of the smell, and got me to call the police.

I didn't quite believe her at first - she said she'd found two dead bodies.  I thought she was exaggerating, so I went and saw for myself.

She was right.  There were two human corpses, right there, in the bottom of the back yard.  One of them was basically a skeleton with bits covering it.  The other...  Well, it was probably the source of the smell.

I threw up.  Fortunately, I managed to throw up in the opposite corner of the garden, so the forensics experts won't get too upset with me for it. 

I called them, of course, right after I'd finished heaving my guts out. 

They questioned us both separately.  The girl from the agency was done pretty quickly - she hadn't been working there for very long, and didn't know much.  She gave them the name of the person who usually dealt with that address, and why she'd come, and that was that.

They took a lot longer with me.  They asked me all about what I remembered of the people who lived there.  I told them everything I knew, of course.  Not that there was much for me to tell - I was on speaking terms with all of them, such as it was, but that was all.

The elderly couple were lovely, and we got on really well.  The young couple were too busy fighting to talk to me.  The woman after them didn't stay long enough for me to do more than say hello.  And the kids?  Well, they were kids.  Nice enough, when they were sober and remembered to think things through.

The detective left me his card, and told me to call him if I remembered anything else.  I will, if I remember anything.

I wonder if I should have mentioned my antipsychosis medicine?

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Cats of a feather

Location:  A fictional caravan park in a small town on the south coast of New South Wales, Australia.  All the characters are residents in the caravan park. Rule System: Stats  and most of the character generation originated with Kids on Bikes.  I subsequently modified the stats, and added Sanity and Mythos knowledge stats from Call of Cthulhu. GM/Keeper activities are marked in italics. =^o^= Heidi is at work sculpting in an otherwise disused shed that the park’s owner lets her use for free.  She experiences a vision of mysterious creatures that bear only the faintest resemblance to Earth creatures.  She loses 2 sanity points (Keeper’s discretion, plus a 1d6 roll for number of points lost) , drops her sculpting tools, and runs screaming, blind with terror and not paying a single scrap of attention to see whose caravan she stops at. Keeper rolls for random to see whose doorstep she lands on, and gets Lowell. Lowell is at home ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Road to the Unknown, Entry 6

  3 cards: 5 hearts, 2 spades, 5 spades. You encounter a strange person A strange object crashes to the ground from the sky You feel a vibration in the air A peculiar person appeared today.  I was wandering around, trying to find some trace of humanity (but then, what else is there to do in this place?), when this…person appeared.  It’s going to sound strange, but in appearance, they…lacked definition.  It was like the difference between a photograph of a person and a drawing of a person.   They were wearing skin-tight clothing, except for the way their trousers were tucked into their boots, and they were armed to the teeth with drawings of guns.  They pointed the guns at me, but when I just stepped back and put my hands up, they turned away and continued down the street. Then, just as they got to the intersection at the end of the street, an enormous black weight appeared out of nowhere and dropped on top of them, squashing them. And this is the thing...
Post a Comment
Read more

Road to the Unknown, Entry 5

  3 cards: King diamonds, 4 clubs, 10 clubs. you find trash You look for wild animals you do nothing  NB: this contradicts the previous two prompts, so I am discarding it. I’m not hungry.  I’m not thirsty, either.  Like so many other things here, this doesn’t make sense.  I’ve been here for days, if the day/night cycle is to be believed, and I haven’t eaten or drunk a thing.  The very thought of eating and drinking makes me feel a little queasy.  Which is just as well, since there isn’t anything to eat or drink here.  There are no kitchens.  No sinks.  No refrigerators.  No food.  No water.  Nohing.  It also occurred to me that it’s awfully quiet here.  At home, there’s always noise.  There is the sound of the breeze rustling the trees - but there’s no breeze.  There are insects from time to time.  But I haven’t seen or heard any.  There are birds.  But I haven’t seen or heard any of them...
Post a Comment
Read more