Intoxication

Reads: 222  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man is given a case about a strange murder case with the main Suspect being an Albino.

Submitted: December 13, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: December 13, 2018

A A A

A A A


I was sitting on my chair doing late night reports about last week's case. Nothing made sense. Nothing at all from all the countless notes i accumulated over the past two days or so. I thought about just giving up multiple times, but couldn't. “An Albino...murdering people in bright daylight…” I started laughing on how stupid the scenario sounds but at least its a lead. But one thing still bugged me: how can an albino go out during the day without anything covering their fragile skin, or eyes for that matter? “Still on that Albino case?” I turn around and my ex investigating partner of four years came walking inside my office to offer me a cup of coffee which i was grateful for. “smartass ain't ya?” I said with a weak smile spread across on my tanned face as i sipped on the black coffee which i felt hit the back of my throat and down my stomach which felt relieving. “Maybe the murderer isn't Albino after all” My partner suggested but according to witnesses the suspect was pale skinned, red eyes, pure white hair, with the height of 6’1 at most. But then the murderer could be using something to modify his body that way. “that could true, but why would anyone want to look like an Albino? For one they are easily spotted among the crowd” I reply back as i began to take more notes as that could be a possibility but i wasn't certain. “don't know, i heard some people do some crazy shit just to look unique” My partner was in the police department but not for long but he sure told me the most bizarre stories he heard while looking crime scenes and such. “one witness did say that the murderer was wearing a shirt that was spray painted into crazy colors” I replied as the brightness of my computer was beginning to hurt my eyes so i asked my partner if we could go out for a drink or something. “sorry mate, my wife’s gonna kill me if i will come home drunk like last time” My partner said as he ran his fingers through his black hair and walked out the office and started heading home. My partner was a man in his late 40’s but he is a long way from retirement as he dreads the idea of being in a nursing home. His main hobbies are mainly painting in his spare time as his wife loves their house being decorated nicely. Ever since i knew him he loved dressing up or “cosplaying” as he calls it for reasons i still don't understand to this day. His green/blue eyes stands out the most to me as he got a lot of people asking him if he wears color contact lenses. But he was a great friend to me over the years so i don't mind his presence around me. “i should continue this tomorrow” I say quietly to myself as i cared about my appearance and didn't want to ruin it by not sleeping properly. I stood up and walk out after turning off the lights and noticed that no one was in the office except probably the security guard at the front desk. I walk downstairs and all the sudden the lights went out which made me startled but i continued walking hoping it would be fixed by tomorrow. “Mmmffhh?!” All the sudden i felt someone put a cloth over my mouth and breathed in the awful smell which made me weak and nauseous. The last thing i saw was the security guard on the floor laying in his own pool of blood. “Rise and shine Tom Brady” The voice was loud enough to wake me up and i realized that i was tied to a pole which looked like an abandoned building was there was cobwebs and dust everywhere. “who the hell are you?” I looked up and my vision cleared and immediately i knew that this was the Albino that was terrorizing the city by his shirt which was sprayed painted in crazy colors. “Zach Dolem, does that name ring a bell?” The albino began laughing hysterically as he looked at my horrified face which turned almost as pale as his skin. “but...how…” At this point nothing surprises me more than how in the world did Zach have two skin tones at the same time. “Makeup is a magic thing to have mate” He replied as he grabbed a wet washcloth and ran it across his face which revealed a slightly more darker skin tone and removed which what looked like green/blue color contact lenses. “how could you? After everything we've been through you...you betrayed me!” Words cannot describe how angry i was to have believed in his lies when he bought me a gift as a sign of our deep friendship. “cause i loved you” Zach replied as he sat across the pole on the broken, half torn couch while pulling out a gun and pointing straight at my head as i began to shake. “but your wife--” I asked but i was interrupted as Zach broke out into another hysterical laughter as he rubbed the gun which was just a normal pistol against his head and began speaking again. “Claire? I never loved that bitch...i tried every way to get your attention but you didn't do shit Tom” Zach paused for a moment before talking again. “and now, it's time for you to die” he loaded the gun and i heard a loud click as i was desperate for a way out. “I-I love you!” I yelled at him as he stopped for a moment and walked towards me and bended down to look me in the eyes. “oh really? Then prove it Tom Brady” He said smiling as he handed me a gun and walked over to a closest and opened it only to have his pregnant wife claire fall out of it with tears in her eyes. “you can't be serious…” My heart began pounding hard inside of my chest as i looked at the gun in my trembling hands and then at the pregnant women in front of me. “shoot her and then we can live happily ever after, just you and me Tom” Zach said as he looked at his wife in disgust and then at me as if waiting for me to answer back to him. “you have 25 minutes to decide Tom” Zach said as he stood up and walked back to the couch before sitting down in a comfortable position before placing a small timer on a table near it. I couldn't breath normally as my heart felt like it will beat out of my chest and the whole room felt like it was spinning, no one in their right mind would shoot a pregnant women. But god knows what will happen to me if i don't shoot her as requested by Zach. “one more minutes Tom, you better hurry up” Zach reminded me as i could see him smiling silently to himself as if amused by this situation which made me sick to my stomach. And that was when my memory became a blur, all i remember was waking up in a hospital with doctors looking at me horrified and surprised. “Tom Brady, did you kill Zach Dolem?” An FBI officer walked in and showed me pictures of the serial killer lying dead in some old building. “fuck...i don't remember anything...Claire! Is she alive?!” I sat up but the cop calmed me down and reassured me that the pregnant women was alive just going through some therapy at the moment. “Your handprint was found on the pistol that was used to kill this man, care to explain?” The cop asked as i desperately tried to remember what happened yesterday but i couldn't. “but he was the murderer!” I said in a loud voice as the police said goodbye and walked out of the room to have the doctor check on me for any pain or injuries. The next day they did a lab test on the murderer's dead body handprint. and indeed it matched the handprint that was found on a bloody hammer which was found at a crime scene a month ago. I was presented to court and they labeled my crime as self defense since the man's wife was the only witness and testified the truth. After that i got promoted for solving the hardest case in history of the town and saving the pregnant women. Claire and i eventually fell in love and got married shortly after even after all the shit that happened to us. A month later she gave birth to a happy and healthy baby boy which we named John. However, occasionally i would have nightmares where Zach was actually alive and out there to kill me and my family. I would wake up in cold sweat and since that happened almost everyday my boss put me on a paid leave so that i can get some help for my mental health. A year later i got better and started working as an investigator again which made me feel alot better after being at home for so long. But i still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.


© Copyright 2020 Lucia Waslo. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Horror Short Stories