Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection by Tamikio L. Reardon (that summer book TXT) 📖

He came walking towards me with an outstretched hand. “I love you so much Julie and I know you love me. You will be the next newest victim to start another chapter of this group.” He pointed to the seventh grave next to his. “You will be the queen to take possession of more wounds for new victims.” Linda brought me the seventh lit candle and told me told it. They all stood around me chanting walking in circles. Meghan gave me the sharp knife to commit suicide and cut my left wrist. In my eye sight the whole entire world was out now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The next day Saturday morning. “It’s really nice and warm enough to go for a drive early in the day later it going to get hotter.” Said Melanie Warbanks. “Yea thanks for coming to get me babe I love your new car.” Said her boyfriend Mark Scott. They started traveling up the hills on Mansingfield st. where the small cemetery rested. “Hay where are you going you little devil?” Melanie smile wickedly at her boyfriend and continued to drive up to the hills of the cemetery. “I have a friend buried up here and Mr. Acker let me go visit her sometimes do you mind?” they both looked at each and laughed.

2/22/2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Double Homicide: A Reflection of Death

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Double Homicide

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L. Reardon

 

“They brought the FBI in on the case this must be pretty serious”. I walked up approaching the scene standing next to detective Wilson. I could see he was standing far back away from the scene and I was wondering why. Detective Wilson turned to look at me I could see the tortured look on his face in the dark faded lights of the police car. “Why are you standing back here? Why aren’t you up there examining the case?” “Well sir they would not let me come any closer much less view the body of the person under sheets they said they would let me know the information on the case when they were done.” I looked back to the crowd of people and blurring noise from the police sirens. This case looks pretty big must be a mess even if they will not let us see the body. “Well do you have any kind of information so far about what’s going on?” “No sir nothing at all.” This was rather unusual and rare the only time they would bring in the FBI is when one of our commanders, detectives or deputies was killed. To keep us off the premises and information on hand? I didn’t like this at all. I would have a word with Commander Jones and find out why we were not allowed to view the body. “Is Commander Jones anywhere around?” Detective Wilson sighed stepping a little ways back away from me to a better look at my face. “The last time I saw him he was standing over the body.” Eyeing my way through the crowd there was Commander Jones coming this way towards us. He mentioned for Detective Wilson to meet him over in the corner by the police car. I stood there watching the both of them as Detective Wilson excused him and met Commander Jones over by the police car. It was as if I was invisible or something Commander Jones didn’t even see or notice me standing next to Detective Wilson. I was going find out what was going on.

 

Later on back at the office, I sat down to get relive myself. This had already been a stressful day before I got to the crime scene. Having to deal with rude people all day it seems everyone was ignoring me accept for Detective Wilson. Maybe he will come and let me know some information about the case. I’m the second head official here if anything Commander Jones should have called me first to the scene and not Wilson. Kicking up my legs on the desk and resting back in the chair I suddenly had a quick flashback in my head of bright red and blue police siren lights and the loud noise of the walling sirens. Jumping up from the chair and desk knocking over my coffee, I struggled to regain my balance. Leaning over the desk, my head

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started to throb with pain and I begin to scream and yell. Barging into my office Detective Wilson came in startled. “Hay Chief is you ok?” Dropping down into the chair I was still holding my head as the noise and flashing lights went away. Detective Wilson leaned over the desk into my face. “Sir is everything ok?” I finally opened up my eyes to try and focus on Detective Wilson standing over me in my face. “Yes I’m ok now sorry…..” “What happened?” “I’m not sure I think I had some kind flashback or something.” Looking up at Detective Wilson my eyes was very blurring and I could see several faces of Detective Wilson. Again closing my eyes I just could not focus right now. “Could you please leave me alone for while I need to get my bearings together?” “Sure Chief if you need anything just hollers I’m right outside if you need me.” Wagging my hand at him rushing him to leave me alone in the room, I was terrified of what just happened to me. Finally my vision began to clear and I could see my surroundings again. I think I better leave the office and go home it was after 11 and it was late. I will just hear about the homicide tomorrow from someone in the office. Driving home it was late and the traffic lights were out. I was glad for this that way I didn’t have to stop at any lights I just wanted to get home just in case one of the those flashbacks started again. In all the 17 years of my police work I have never had flashback like that before. Maybe they were starting to catch up with me I may have to have an early retirement. Driving across Burlington Lane I looked to the left of the passenger’s side of my car just in time to see another car crashing into my passenger’s door. Now all lights were out……

I woke up in bed the next morning with a head wrecking headache. Events of last night I could not remember right now all I remember was blacking out. My head hurt too bad to try to recall the events of what happened last night I would not force it. Getting up out of bed I need a cup of coffee. Passing my bedroom window I quickly drew the curtain closed the sun was so bright outside I could not stand to look out the window. What were going on with me were worst then a hangover. Fixing a nice cup of coffee I knew I had to stay home for the day. I did not feel like going into the office. I would call in to let someone I know I was not coming in today. Picking up the phone to make the call I dialed the main office and Detective Wilson answered the phone. “Hello Wilson it’s me.” “Ah chief how are you feeling today?” “Not so well Wilson not so well.” “I take it you’re not coming in today ha?” “No I’m not will you please let commander Jones know?” “Yea I sure will don’t worry your all covered” “Ok thanks have a good day Wilson.” Hanging up the phone I cradled the warm cup of coffee in my hand. It was hot of about 88 today outside the last thing I want to do was tackle that vicious heat as well as the bright sun. The pain in my head begin to subside and I could see and focus more clearly now. Grabbing the remote I sat down on the sofa getting comfy to watch something on TV I surly had to find something to occupy my day. I realized I forgot to ask Wilson did he ever get any information about the homicide last night. I just don’t get why Commander Jones did not get

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with me about this case. Getting up to go back to the phone to call the office again, I passed the hallway leading to one of the bedrooms downstairs. Something caught my eye and I turned quickly looking at the menacing shadow that crossed from my bedroom into the guest room. Stopping clear of the hallway I turned to walk back to the kitchen grabbing my gun out of my holster which was sitting on my dining room table. Was someone inside my condo and this early? Slowly and cautiously I made my way down the hall feeling the soft thick white carpet glide under my bear feet. My steps were silent on the carpet so I knew the intruder could not hear me approaching. I got to the doorway of the guest room and slowly peeked around the corner. Drawing my gun I jumped in the middle of the door way…..stop put your hands up! Lowering my gun I saw there was nobody in the room, but peeks of sunlight gleaming through the white blinds. Dropping my gun down beside me I shook my head in disgust and turned to walk back to the kitchen. Putting my gun down on the dining room table I proceed to call the main office back asking for Commander Jones. I let the phone ring ten times still no one answered it. I would try back later. Passing the hallway again, I saw the shadow walk back across to the bedroom. Stopping again to get a better look I know for a fact I just someone walking from my guest room back to my bedroom, going back to my dining room table to grab my guy this time I made my way speedily to my bedroom. I was not going to spend the rest of my day in head pain watching shadows go back and forth across my hallway. Again positioning myself next to my bedroom frame I jump out in front of my bedroom door …..To find no one again. Dropping my gun back down to my side I decided to go inside my bedroom and check around anyways. Maybe I better go to a doctor this killer head thing has me seeing shadows. After finding the room empty I sat on my bed. Maybe I would lie down and rest and watch TV in my room. Moments later I feel asleep.

 

It was a deep dream there was the flashing red and blue police lights and loud walling sirens of the police car. There was a bunch of people standing around and it was a lot of commotion. I could see Commander Jones and Detective Wilson standing in front of something. I walked up behind them and looked over their shoulders. It was the crime scene from last night with the dead body still lying under the sheets on the ground. There was yellow police tape, police cars, officers and pedestrians standing all around. There was a lot going on. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. I still need to get some information on this case. As I started to put my hand on Commander Jones shoulder to get his attention I woke up from my dream. Brutally sitting up from the events of the dream, I was soaking and wet with sweat. I sat up on the side of the bed to catch my breath while looking at my clock on my desk. It read 9:45 pm. It was completely dark. I tried to find my way groping for the lamp switch as I did I felt

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tightening pressure around my neck. Struggling for air I realized someone was straggling me! Fighting for my life trying to see who the intruder was,