| Happy Halloween? By: Stevie PSIGirl |
It was already dark when Inspector Leek was sent to a disturbance call. Bask-up should arrive any second, dispatch had told him. Slowly, he let the Ranchero roll up to the house number 2666. Harvey sighed heavily. All windows were dark. “They probably all gone to bed by now,” he thought while starring out into the darkness. He shuddered. It was the evening of October 31st – Halloween. Harvey didn’t like Halloween much, so he had voluntarily taken the night shift. He knew there would be a party with costumes and all tonight for the SIU at Nash’s place, but he wouldn’t go. After this shift, he would go home, listen to some Grateful Dead music, go to bed and be grateful that this day was over. Why should he celebrate? His son Jerry was with Anna anyway, visiting her mother. His colleagues had tried to pull a joke on him all day long, but so far, they didn’t get him. Harvey sighed again and got out of the car. He was a cop and on duty, so he had to check out that house. He looked around, but still no sign of back-up. He subconsciously fidget on his ear when he thought about whether to go in alone or wait for the unis to finally arrive. “What the hell…” Leek said aloud and almost jumped at his own voice cutting the silence. Mist had come up and surrounded his feet. When the Inspector walked through it, it drew back and came up again as if it wanted to tease him. The atmosphere was getting somewhat spooky, with all these dark houses where the only lights came from carved pumpkin faces and light-chains with ghosts and witches hanging down. Harvey knocked at the door and waited, but nothing moved inside. He got out his gun and tried to open up. The door was unlocked and revealed a dark hallway. One more look down the road. “Where the hell is this damn back-up?” he cursed. But nothing moved outside on the streets except for the leaves on the trees. It had become windy. Leek sighed again and got his torch light out as well. He didn’t like this. It was too quiet. Armed with his gun and the light, he stepped into the house and darkness swallowed him. Even before he could turn on his torch, the door fell into its lock behind him. He jumped at the sound. This was weird, he hadn’t touched the door… “Must’ve been the wind…” he thought and shook his head. Why was he so jumpy? He had been in situations like this uncountable times during his career as a cop, so what was different this time? “Pull yourself together, man!” So Leek started to check out the rooms. When he came to the living-room, he had to hold his breath to what was revealed by his small light. There was a female body laying behind the couch. He didn’t need to check for life signs anymore, cause her head was missing. Leek felt his stomach turn, but he turned away from the horrible sight in time to hold his lunch down. When he dialed 9-11, he noticed his hand was trembling. While he waited for dispatch to take the call, he looked for the light switch and turned it on. The man had to blink a few times to get used to the brightness again. After he had hung up he turned around again to take another look at the body. But it was gone. The body was gone! Only a blood stain on the white carpet told Leek he hadn’t been hallucinating. “What it God’s name is going on?!” he cursed and had a nervous look around. This was creepy. The woman couldn’t possibly get up and walked away – she was headless… “Okay, Leek, there must be a reasonable explanation!” he told himself and knelt down to examine the blood stain. If this was supposed to be a joke, he wasn’t amused at all. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and jerked around. The headless body was standing in front of him, her arms reached out to grab him. And the only thing he could do was scream… Harvey Leek woke up with a start. A dream! It had all been a dream! He couldn’t help but laugh. Harvey had fallen asleep at this desk at the SIU and dreamt it all! His trembling hand went over his sweaty face. What a nightmare. “Happy Halloween, Leek!” he mumbled and got back to work. |
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