I've worked for Denver police department for 7 years. My name is Detective David Karloff, homicide division. In a city like this, murder isn't a foreign concept. Jealous husbands killing their wives and their friends, gang bangers shooting each other down in the streets, and psychopaths who just enjoy the feeling. I've seen the aftermath of a person's rage and spite. I've seen professional grade hits and bodies of victims much too young to have done anything to warrant their fate. but this case.....this case was something entirely different. This case....was utterly twisted.
I was at my desk when the call came in. My phone rang loudly, shaking me of my mind and back to reality. "Detective Karloff" I answered. The officer on the other end, a 35 year veteran and SWAT operative could barely tell me what he was looking at. "Detective.....there's......you need to come down here immediately. I've never seen anything like this.....she's....she's stuck to the fucking wall!". I immediately pull on my jacket and holster my 45 under my arm. "I'm on the way. What's the address?" I ask the officer, trying to keep a level head. "11th and Kalamath. Building number is 769." "Okay, I'm on the way. just meet me out front". I hang up the phone and rush to my vehicle. What did he mean she's stuck to the wall? What could be so bad that has destroyed the mentality of an officer who sees the worst of the worst on a regular basis? Who has had people killed in front of him numerous times? I speed down the road with my siren blaring and lights flashing.
I pull up to the building, a small abandoned looking residence directly behind a place called The "Scum of the Earth" Church. I walked up to the officer on the front steps while everyone around me ran in chaos. "I won't go back in there. I won't go back in there." the officer muttered to himself. I opened the door and walked inside. The wood floor creaked beneath me and I was immediately assaulted by the smell of blood. I draw my gun and clip a flashlight to my jacket's breast pocket. I could hear the sound of water dripping from all over the room. The flashlight flared to life and illuminated the room. Everything was coated in red. Blood dripped from the ceiling and the walls and anywhere else you could imagine. I took a few steps inward and shined my light around the room. On the far side of the room, the body of a young lady hung upon the wall. She was....posed. Almost like a crucifix, but there wasn't a cross. Around her was a skull drawn in blood. The girl hung in its open mouth. An arrow pointed to her with a written message. "This whore will serve as the first of many specimens. For we know that through her we will achieve enlightenment". As i read this, i began to hear movement from above me. I pointed my gun upwards at the old wooden balcony above me, as another body hit the ground in front of my. Another young girl. I kept my gun pointed at the balcony as i bent down to examine the girl. I turned her body over and was met with something i couldn't explain. The girl's long black hair draped over her face. I moved it out of the way and...there was nothing there. She had no face. And no, i don't mean it was cut off. She had skin, she had bone structure, but her face looked like it had been erased. I stumbled backwards and fell over an old chair. As i looked upwards, i could see it. A creature black as night clinging to the old wooden ceiling. It had piercing red eyes and six arms, 3 on each side along with its two unnaturally long legs. It met my gaze....and grinned. Its teeth sharp as daggers and its lips spread open farther than anything physically possible. It twisted its head around 180 degrees and smiled at me one last time before sinking into the ceiling. I fired a few shots at where the creature was and ordered everyone inside to come out. The building was silent, not even a creak or a pop arising in the pitch black building. I began to walk back to the door...but it was locked. I couldn't leave. Outside, the familiar sound of radios and sirens had faded away. it was quiet. No one was there. "what the fuck is going on!" i exclaimed. I kicked at the door as hard as i could. It didn't even budge. When i finally stopped, i heard it. The laughing. A deep throaty chuckle erupting from the corners of the room. "Look at him. Look at his feudal attempts at escape. "He intruded on us, didn't he?" "Yes, he intruded on us, on our stead." Two voices talked to each-other from the darkness. "Get your fucking hands up or I swear i will gun you down where you stand!" I commanded. "Look!" The voice said "Look how he commands. How pathetic he is....How easily broken." I could hear laughter all around me. It sounded quiet as a whisper and seemed to echo from everywhere and nowhere at all. A door slammed in the corner of the room and i fired a shot at it, my 1911 echoing throughout the building. "IM NOT PLAYING YOUR SICK FUCKING GAME! HANDS UP AND GET ON THE GROUND NOW OR I WILL SHOOT YOU WHERE YOU STAND, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" i yelled into the room. But again, i was only greeted by silence. The blood soaked room once again seemed empty. The silence went on for an eternity.
Off to my left, an old TV set crackled to life as demonic symphony of static erupted throughout the room. It began to calm as the screen turned a dark blood red. A slideshow began to play in a loop on the set. It was filled with scenes of gore, things i had never even thought humanly possible. Limbs and bodies mangled and twisted and broken in every way imaginable. I was frozen. A sound of cracking bones erupted from the her body as she twisted and convulsed, her head angled completely sideways as her neck snapped out of place. Her bones continued to break and snap, her black hair once again concealing her identity as she stood from the floor where i had left her. From behind me, she whispered. "Do you like my pretty face?"