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The Unseen Killer Next Door

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 865    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

himpers from the ground-it all faded away. The only sound was the blood

"Jen, what are you talking about

he same eyes I' d looked into every morning for fifteen years, we

she said, her voic

was a rookie, hesitated. He looked from me, on

d," Andy said, his conf

it," she

feet. Caleb just stood there, looking between t

tling the cuffs. "This is insane! J

single tear traced a path down

rs stared, their faces a mixture of pity and disbelief. They led me into Benton' s house, past the b

first joined the force. He looked at the cuffs on my wrists, and his face, usually a ston

his, Clark?" I plea

r. He just look

said, her voice flat,

It was beautiful, in a macabre way, made of dark w

ice directed at Andy. "Look into th

, staring at his own faint reflection on the lid. His eyes wide

, shaking his head

lled. "What

t the wall, at anything but my face. "I see... I se

process it. It was

outed. "It's a reflection

e shaking. "It's you. Cle

look," Je

His reaction was the same. A sharp gasp, his eyes wide with terror. He

trembling finger at me. "That's what

an I thought was the killer. All of them, th

Clark, you can't believe this. It's a trick.

lked over to the table and picked up the music box himself. He held it for a long mo

with the weight of twenty

the b

g time," he said, his voice low

anyone. Andy, who trusted me with his life. Clark, who had been like a father to

," I said, my voic

n Clark said, turning his back to m

n cuffs in his hand. He

tt,

" I said, my

es, the distorted lullaby from the music box seemed to grow louder, mocking me,

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“Twenty years. Twenty years our lives had been haunted by the ghost of a distorted lullaby and an antique music box, the only clue left behind by the monster who murdered my wife Jennifer' s parents. Just when a new murder-a replica of the old horror, right next door-offered a flicker of hope, I found myself slammed against a patrol car, my own badge glinting uselessly on the wet asphalt. My wife, Jennifer, stood before me, not with relief, but with eyes full of a terrifying resolve, and cuffed me. My partner, Andy, and Captain Clark, men I' d bled with, stood by silently, staring as the music box' s brass lid supposedly showed my reflection murdering the victim. They believed it. My wife, my partner, my captain-they all believed it, accusing me, a veteran detective, of a preposterous crime based on a magic music box. I stood there, handcuffed, watching the man I' d just tackled, the real running suspect, get set free, wondering if the entire world had gone mad, or if the cold case had finally shattered Jennifer' s mind... and mine.”
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