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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story of 500 words

Submitted: April 12, 2019

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Detective Inspector Carter held a plastic cup of lukewarm coffee. He stood in the observation room looking through the two-way mirror. In the interrogation room, next door, sat a young woman. She stared at her reflection knowing she was being watched.

DI Carter, sipped the brown liquid not for once taking his eyes off the woman he and his colleague had just brought in for questioning.

They got a call about an hour ago, the manager of the women’s hostel had telephoned the police to report a mass disturbance on the premises.

The police were totally unprepared by what they saw upon arrival. In every room and hallway, were multiple victims all with terminal lacerations. An array of knives and hatchets lay scattered upon the floor.

Just a single woman had survived. She was found paddling in the pools of blood, swinging her arms and giggling. As the only witness to the crime, she was brought in for questioning.

The door to the observation room opened and in walked DI Chapman. Carter didn’t look around, instead he remained fixed on their subject.

“She can see me!” he said. “Most people look at the mirror trying to workout where we are. But she is staring at me like the two-way doesn’t exist.”

Chapman stood beside his colleague. He watched as the woman’s eyes darted his way.

“She knows I’m here too!”

DI Chris Chapman threw the brown folder down on the desk. “She’s got form.” He said opening up the folder.

“What for mass murder?”

“No, for GBH at Rampton Secure Hospital.”

“Grievous Bodily Harm?”

“Well, that’s what they charged her with, although it was never proven.”

DI Carter saw there was an envelope in the folder marked ‘Eyes Only’ “What’s this?”

Chapman laughed, “Apparently some quack from the Psychic Cognitive Behaviour Unit got involved. His report reads that our subject displayed all the hallmark symptoms of the Medusa Effect.”

“Medusa! The woman of legend who could turn those who looked at her into stone!”

“Except,” said Chapman. “She can ‘will’ people to kill themselves just by looking at them.”

Carter let the report fall to the table. “Great! We have a morgue full of bodies, a crazy lady we can’t pin anything on and you want me to believe in Ghostbusters!”

Chapman shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the window to see the young woman was now pressing her nose against the glass. “There is a whole lot of crazy going on inside that head.”

The armed Woman Police Officer that was in the room with her, tried to bring her back to the chair.

Still looking at the two detectives, the young woman pointed at the WPO then locked her gaze on her guard. The WPO stopped advancing as if she just hit an invisible wall.

The two detectives watched has the WPO tried to fight the urge raising her firearm towards her head.

Carter and Chapman bolted out of the door as a single shot rang out.  


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