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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 30, 2018 2:21:14 GMT -8
I look for evidence of a struggle, knowing that there is no way to know for sure.
I trace the route upstairs, moving through time.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2018 2:25:20 GMT -8
She was an elderly woman, probably wouldn't have been hard for a young man to subdue her. The stairs were narrow though, carrying an adult person of them couldn't have been easy. Maybe he even waited a while to drown her. At the top of the landing, you see the bathroom-- just off to the side. At the end of the hall is a bedroom, and you see another flashlight glowing from within. ((If you continue to the bathroom, let me know and I'll make a new thread. If you return downstairs, stay here, and if you investigate that light, go here: horrorboys.proboards.com/thread/1041/514-south-waring-street-upstairs
It's like a choose your own adventure ))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 30, 2018 12:14:59 GMT -8
I will enter the room with my client, after he is unloaded from the transport.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2018 3:05:25 GMT -8
Two cops cleared the way, making room for the guards, the suspect and an additional entourage. Everyone paused what they were doing, frozen in place to see what Mills would do as he entered the Bedford house for the first time in weeks. Timothy- "...."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 31, 2018 12:00:01 GMT -8
Harriet- I walk down the stairs, almost cautiously, and realize I am sharing the room with our suspect. He has an otherworldly look about him. I try to read his expression and better understand him and his feelings, though it is hardly my forte.
I do not approach too closely and stay on the other side of the livingroom, watching the goings on. I feel unsure whether I want to greet Mr. Mills or leave him ungreeted. There were enough people around him anyhow. More than enough.
I cross my arms and wait. He will speak on his own when he is ready.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 31, 2018 13:28:47 GMT -8
I remained close to him, studying his every twitch. Waiting on bated breath for him to speak.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 31, 2018 20:56:44 GMT -8
After escorting Mr. Mills inside I noticed the doctor was hovering close. What was he so eager about?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 1, 2018 10:40:58 GMT -8
I stood by and observed everything. My voice recorder had enough battery and space to store several hours. Going through it later would be tedious, but it I knew it was going to take a small detail or bone-headed error by investigators to keep Mills off death row.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2018 22:38:05 GMT -8
Timothy- "...I've never been here before." He looked straight ahead to the sliding glass door, where Butcher stood. Detective Butcher- "..."
Timothy- "..." His expression changed to the subtlest Mona Lisa smile as he looked dead on at the detective.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 1, 2018 22:39:47 GMT -8
I came in like a ton of bricks.
From my angle behind the creep, I couldn't see that smile, but I saw Joe.
I shouted to him across the living room.
Colt- "If there's anybody out back, bring 'em in, Butcher. Let's get this reined in."
I glanced at the corrections guy in charge of Mills. Good lookin' out, guy. Then I addressed the group as a whole. Colt- "This place has been sacked for evidence already, but on the off chance something turns up, nobody touch anything, OK? Stay calm, give the shrink and his patient some room."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 1, 2018 23:38:42 GMT -8
Harriet- I moved just a little closer, but not close enough to be within striking distance. It was close enough for me. I did not expect any big revelations but I was not expecting the suspect to crack jokes either.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 2, 2018 1:09:30 GMT -8
Edmund- ”What’s going through your head, Timothy? Don’t you remember anything?” I moved to obscure his vision of Butcher somewhat, the man had been through enough.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 2, 2018 5:33:29 GMT -8
Yes, aggravating the police would help this go smoother.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 2, 2018 12:07:01 GMT -8
Mills was still playing games. He just called the building "his house" a few steps back. Was everyone going to keep humoring him?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2018 12:24:48 GMT -8
VN6s9e8t+2 Detective Butcher- "...Okay everyone, inside... So this is where the suspect began--" He gestured to the sliding glass door. There were clear signs someone had forced it open-- scratches and gouges at the handle, the latch broken. Rain has been trickling in and there is a smell of mold and mildew. The carpet is black around the edges, trailing inside in dark streaks. Timothy- "I didn't do this, you did it. You're trying to frame me..."
Detective Butcher- "Fuck's sake... He forced open the door, and encountered Ms. Jaskolski and William Bedford in the living room."
Timothy- "No. Who are you? I don't know what you're talking about."
You were free to look through the downstairs areas as the tour went on.
In the living room there is a large chunk cut out of the carpet. This is where the dog's body was. Black, spray-painted lines run over the walls, as though the vandal had been in so much of a hurry he couldn't let go of the button. The paint turned to big crosses-- covering family pictures-- now missing, just the rectangular ghosts of clean wall behind them. The walls were painted white once, covering 1970s style medallion wallpaper imperfectly. What remains of the furniture stands against the wall, but there is a vacant place where the TV stand once stood. Chunks have been cut out of the sofa and chairs, leaving open holes to mildew.
The kitchen has grown damp, puddles gathering in the corners. More spray paint has coated the refrigerator door, presumably covering the child's drawings. A dog's food dish still has crusty remains, now swarmed with tiny flies that zip around the room, buzzing in front of faces far too often.
On this floor there is also a hall leading to the stairs, the kitchen, and the remains of the bonfire in the backyard. ·
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