All they could do was cry while screaming in fear when a man's body greeted their sight, he was bathing in his blood as his body was being pinned in the wooden wall of the room. The victim's body was being hanged on the wooden wall using long gardening scissors. It was pricked on his both shoulders, causing him not to fall on the floor. There were three stabs on his chest located on his heart and there's a fresh huge open cut on his neck. Tons of blood was wasted and it overflowed down on the carpet floor. The liquids were all over.
The two women who saw the corpse were shaking in fear.
No matter how they shout, people can't hear them from outside because of the loud music and noise there. They hurried back to their seats and complained to the owner of the house, which is Sera Merka. They saw her right at the moment, she was at the pool while flirting with the guy named Oliver Tycho, who was Antoinette Mclaren's friend.
They were screaming as they told the entire thing which made the crowd gasp in horror. The multitude paused from what they were doing as they tried to eavesdrop on the conversation of Sera's group.
"What?"
"Call the cops now!"
The party seemed to have stopped and the people in the area were in a commotion, they felt a mixture of fear and nervousness, but the anger seen in Sera's eyes now prevailed.
"I'm doomed!" She mumbled as she thought of being scolded by her parents.
Hawthorne was out of sight, some of the members were also looking for her. "Where are you going, Oliver?" Antoinette questioned when she noticed her acquaintance, feeling uncomfortable with what was happening. She admitted it, she hated Sera for flirting with his friend but right at the moment, she's troubled.
Antoinette noticed how Oliver appears to be thinking deeply. He has been walking back and forth and within him, he desires a peaceful mind. They were stuck in the pool area, they never attempted to check the man's body which was lying lifeless upstairs.
"Wait, I'll be back. I just need to check something," the guy said and hurriedly ran inside the house, when the cops arrived they hastily went inside and were checking the whole room, searching for some evidence. They already called the ambulance and the area was out of order. Antoinette Mclaren wanted to stop him from what he was thinking, but she was too frightened about what had happened. The cops finally told Sera Merka to call her parents to inform them about the incident, she was anxious because she doesn't want to let her parents know about the occurrence. She never told them about the party and now she is troubled. She's very certain that her parents would scold her when they get home.
Oliver reached the room and saw the co-workers trying to investigate more. "Oliver Tycho, sir. Can I come in?" he asked, he showed his ID and the officers which made them quickly nod and let him pass over.
The whole room was messed up, drops of blood were splattering on the walls, curtains, floors, and even on the bedsheet. Tycho roamed his sight and observed everything, "Kid, mind wearing gloves?" He looked behind when someone approached him and handed him a pair of gloves. He put it on and scanned the four corners of the place.
"Any clues, Mr. Clark?" He approached the officer who was examining the tools which were used for murder. He barely could stop because of how confusing the details were.
It almost took them an hour, and the crime scene appears to be a puzzle to them. They couldn't find traces, they couldn't find any solution.
"As we've gathered, there are no traces. We found some fingerprints but it's from the victim. We can say that he killed himself because of the way he got stabbed on his chest, the victim was left-handed and if we analyze his cuts, it supports our hints."
"How is that possible?"
"The fingerprints of the victim were all over, it's very confusing since he was being hanged on the wall which is very unbelievable to think, he can't move."
"How did he get those stabs if he does it? I think this ain't suicide,"
Oliver thought about the situation and observed the wooden wall where the victim had been stationed, "I noticed that there is a huge slice on his neck if we connect it to what you've said earlier about the possibility that he's the one who did it to himself, it's possible to happen. It seems awkward if the tool was used with the right hand."
They tried to search and think for more clues and evidence, they saw marks from the corpse's body, probably left by the killer, it appears to be intentional or just coincidental.
They remember the ongoing killing that started six years ago, it's too different compared to the way it was murdered but there are a few patterns that would convince them to believe they were all the same, but they can't tell if there's only one killer who murders behind the shadow.
"Who was the last person to be with the victim?" Another officer approached them, she was holding a notepad. She got in the place and she looks new.
"Based on the two testifier, he was with a young lady the same age as his age. The victim was brought into the place, the witnesses eventually heard screams. Astrid Hawthorne is the name of the lady with the victim." The officer answered.
The two other officers near them stopped from what they were doing upon hearing the name of the said suspect, they glanced at one another and recalled a memory. "Hawthorne? Was that the young lady who got reported because of the accusation?" The other man asked his acquaintance—Mr. Scott.
"Then I guess that lady wasn't as nice as we think," Mr. Dale agreed.
The two interrupted their coworkers with a statement, "Uh, excuse me, officers. Hawthorne already had a record in our office, she was the one who got accused of killing a man named Kobe Ethan, it was the case we handled last week." Said Mr. Scott.
"Then I guess we need to meet that suspect to clear things out, she was too innocent to kill the victim if she's the suspect." The other officers agreed to the idea and continued their investigation, they needed to find everything that could be fought against the suspect.
They want to catch the culprit and solve the said cases, if it has a connection to the murder case that took place six years ago then they would be risking their lives just to give it an end.
Their opponent is very good, and whoever it is they need to be prepared. Oliver decided to go downstairs to get some drinks in the kitchen, but as he walked down he noticed something. Bloods. Probably traces to be found once more. He hurriedly followed the drops of blood on the cold tiled floor, he's now certain that it was from the kitchen area. His heart pounds so fast as if he just got into a race, he can feel his sweats flowing down from his forehead.
As soon as he got inside the kitchen area, he noticed that there was much more blood scattered on the floor. He also saw a knife on the floor. He wanted to figure out what happened, he was late to the party because he took a long time to take a bath.
While examining the entirety of the kitchen he noticed strands of hair, he was also so nervous that he could not understand how it felt. He knew his life was in danger. He could sense that the killer is just here with him. If it's true that Astrid Hawthorne killed the victim by all means they're in danger. She's not an ordinary murderer because of the patterns she has.
As he tried to follow the strands of hair and drops of blood he found himself in front of the bathroom. His knees seemed to tremble as he stared at the chin of the bathroom door — lots of blood as if someone had been killed from inside.
Though his hands trembled with nervousness he still turned the door, a deep breath he took. "Mr. Clark!" His shouts echoed in the whole room when he swung the door open and a body of a young lady greeted his sight.
It was lying on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, moistened with her blood. The body was lying on her back and he could not figure out who it was, her face was covered with hair and she had three stab wounds to the shoulder.
The officeholder hurriedly rushed downstairs and headed to his location, three men quickly called their rescuer, they examined the body trying to figure out who it was. "Name, Astrid Hawthorne."
They carry the body and place it on the stretcher, "She's still breathing!" one of the men blurted out and they rushed out of the house, they rode the ambulance and delivered the victim's body to the hospital.
Silence seemed to envelop the whole room when their comrades left. They thought of the body of the said suspect. "What should we do now? Hawthorne was also a victim here," The chief, Benson Clark stated.
"We need some further investigation here, we can continue this tomorrow, we need more time to think. For now, let's close this place and contact the parents of Merka." Said Mr. Dale and gradually shook his head as he scanned the whole bathroom.
"Have you reached the parents of the victim? I hate scenes like this. I pity those parents who lost their sons."
"What about Sera Merka? What should we do with her?" Oliver Tycho asked.
"Let's find a place for her to stay in, probably some nearby hotel."
"Got it, I'm a friend of hers, I'll contact someone to assist her." The authorities agreed, they took everything that can be used as evidence for this case, they put it inside a plastic bag and kept it. The house was now out of order—no one could enter and messed up the whole scene until the investigation was finished.
They sent home those students who participated in the said pool party. The police decided to come by the hospital where they brought Hawthorne. After that, they'll be examining the other victim to search for other clues.
Too many occurrences took place, they knew their place was too dangerous because as time went on the massacre was getting more and more serious.
"I hope sooner or later we'll catch the culprit…" he whispered.