The Dolls Eyes
What if there was more to a mystery than a murder, victim and witness? This is just the first bit of a story I'm writing hope you like it.
The Murderer:
Male. Dark brown hair. Green eyes. Hangs around the betting shop on Saturdays. Personality: Quiet, not the friendly type. Occupation: Dead.
I laughed, well he will be soon I thought. I paced up and down the room, did I have everything?
Knife- check.
Bag- check.
Gloves-check.
Mask-check.
Running shoes- check.
I had everything I needed. I ran the knife through my hands, it was so sharp, one stab this man would be dead, there wouldn't be much pain. I picked a hammer instead, much better I thought.
I smiled as I placed it into the bag. This was going to be a night to remember. I tied up my shoes and put the mask on my face. I felt nervous, my fingers were tingling. I swung the bag on my back. I was ready early, only ten minutes before I had to leave.
The Victim:
The betting shop was closed, yet again. I come here every Saturday and every week it's closed. It's not opened since that Spring in 1972. I sat down on the curb outside the shop. I'd never got to terms that it was never coming back. I always knew it, there was always a voice in the back of my head saying: "It's not coming back Jim, it's never coming back." I sighed, the voice seemed to convince me nowadays. I wanted to leave and go home early, Molly and Bess would be missing me. But the memories were making me stay there, I couldn't leave. I wanted the memories to take me with them. I heard that voice in my heard that voice in my head again saying: "Leave Jim. They won't take you with them yet, they'll come back soon, you can't let them take you Jim, never let them take you. Leave Jim, just leave."
I still couldn't leave yet though, I looked at my watch.
"I'll go in fifteen minutes," I whispered. "Just wait fifteen minutes."
The Witness:
"Cya." I said as I walked out the door. I laughed, she had no idea that she would never see me again. It was dark outside, I wasn't scared though. I never get scared anymore, it's as if my life has just turned boring. That's why I'm not going back, I'm off to have my own adventures. I looked around the street, empty. Empty and boring. Then I heard a voice, it was coming from around the corner, I ran to it, hoping it would be someone interesting.
It wasn't though, it was just that weird lonely old guy talking to himself.
I sighed, and turned to walk away. I thought for a second, just that weird lonely old guy... Weird old guy... He might not be so boring after all. I turned back to face him, maybe he could lead me to an adventure. I stopped when I was almost standing next to him. He was still talking, it was like he was having a conversation with nothing.
"Hi..." I said quietly, I had turned shy all of a sudden.
He looked up quickly. "He's here, he's here," He whispered to himself. He looked at me deeply. "Do you have the dolls eyes?"
Male. Dark brown hair. Green eyes. Hangs around the betting shop on Saturdays. Personality: Quiet, not the friendly type. Occupation: Dead.
I laughed, well he will be soon I thought. I paced up and down the room, did I have everything?
Knife- check.
Bag- check.
Gloves-check.
Mask-check.
Running shoes- check.
I had everything I needed. I ran the knife through my hands, it was so sharp, one stab this man would be dead, there wouldn't be much pain. I picked a hammer instead, much better I thought.
I smiled as I placed it into the bag. This was going to be a night to remember. I tied up my shoes and put the mask on my face. I felt nervous, my fingers were tingling. I swung the bag on my back. I was ready early, only ten minutes before I had to leave.
The Victim:
The betting shop was closed, yet again. I come here every Saturday and every week it's closed. It's not opened since that Spring in 1972. I sat down on the curb outside the shop. I'd never got to terms that it was never coming back. I always knew it, there was always a voice in the back of my head saying: "It's not coming back Jim, it's never coming back." I sighed, the voice seemed to convince me nowadays. I wanted to leave and go home early, Molly and Bess would be missing me. But the memories were making me stay there, I couldn't leave. I wanted the memories to take me with them. I heard that voice in my heard that voice in my head again saying: "Leave Jim. They won't take you with them yet, they'll come back soon, you can't let them take you Jim, never let them take you. Leave Jim, just leave."
I still couldn't leave yet though, I looked at my watch.
"I'll go in fifteen minutes," I whispered. "Just wait fifteen minutes."
The Witness:
"Cya." I said as I walked out the door. I laughed, she had no idea that she would never see me again. It was dark outside, I wasn't scared though. I never get scared anymore, it's as if my life has just turned boring. That's why I'm not going back, I'm off to have my own adventures. I looked around the street, empty. Empty and boring. Then I heard a voice, it was coming from around the corner, I ran to it, hoping it would be someone interesting.
It wasn't though, it was just that weird lonely old guy talking to himself.
I sighed, and turned to walk away. I thought for a second, just that weird lonely old guy... Weird old guy... He might not be so boring after all. I turned back to face him, maybe he could lead me to an adventure. I stopped when I was almost standing next to him. He was still talking, it was like he was having a conversation with nothing.
"Hi..." I said quietly, I had turned shy all of a sudden.
He looked up quickly. "He's here, he's here," He whispered to himself. He looked at me deeply. "Do you have the dolls eyes?"
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