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The Mysteriously Obvious Killer

It all started about a week ago. There was a scream that cried out in the night. It came from the old windmill on Park avenue. Sadly, no one heard her cry, that is, except for me.
Yes, it was my old windmill and you see, there is but one house upon the gravel-filled roads of Park avenue. Not many know of the road's existence and I use that to my advantage. I felt safe here, well, until that day that is. Yes, I was the one who made her scream but, it wasn't me who killed her.

I was in the kitchen waiting for my microwave chicken to be done when I saw a stream of light. It was a vehicle I have never seen before, so why would they be down here? I thought. I was starting to tremble. There was a strange vehicle in my yard. What should I do, what should I do? I started panicking "Pull yourself together" I whispered to myself. Ding! Ding! Ding! The microwave chicken was done just the sound of the microwave made my heart skip a beat, and even though i was scared out of my mind, I still told myself, "don't be such a chicken, you have to be a man."

Then I grabbed my trench coat and pistol and quietly walked out the screen door located on the back of my house. Before i walked out, as I grabbed my coat I caught a glimpse of the people who were in the vehicle. There was a younger looking girl, about 14 or 15, and an older man, who looked to be in his forty's. It looked like they were trying to break into the mill. Maybe they are trying to steal my tractor...maybe they are trying to steal the radio from my truck, or the tools from my work desk. I jumped out on to the asphalt-covered ground and quietly tip-toed over to the mill, but as I got closer I realized that the vehicle was already speeding down the road. I breathed a sigh of relief and kept on walking. I hope they didn't steal anything. They couldn't have gotten a tractor, they left too fast. Then I remembered, I only saw one person in the vehicle when they left. That must mean, someone is still here.

Terrified, I kept on walking until I got to the mill. My body was trembling, trembling so much that I was unable to control it, but I endured my fears and kept on walking. It felt like a whole thirty minutes had passed before I reached the huge wooden doors of the barn. I clutched the handle of the door trying to ignore the padlock that was disassembled on the ground next to me and yanked hard on the door. It opened and I casually walked right in. It seemed to be empty...well, until I heard a small whimper. The noise was close by so i followed it. I just knew it was the young girl hiding out in the mill.

"Where are you I yelled! Come out! I have a gun!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, changing my voice to make me sound really terrifying so she would be scared out of her hiding place. I heard her scream. She sounded so terrified.

I followed the sound of her cry.
"No...no stay away! leave me alone!" she yelled.

"I'm not going to hurt you,I just want to know where are you so i can help you. please tell me where you are." I assured her.

"No I don't believe you, Martin!" she cried.

"Martin? who is Martin? i am not Martin. my name is Crimson Treso and this is my mill house." I explained.

"Martin I know its you stop with the act already. Just go away!" she screamed.

"I'm not Martin!! Stop saying I am!! see do I look like him to you!!" I yelled at her when i came up beside her. She never even realized I was there it was hilarious but i felt bad because i gave her such a shock she started to cry even more and kept saying not to hurt her.

She was scrunched up in the back-left corner of the barn with her knees up by her chest and her hands stretched across her knees like she was trying to protect herself from someone. I realized that she had cuts and bruises covering her body and then I thought, has she actually been abused? Her hair was long, it stretched down and just barely touched the ground. Her dress had been torn to shreds, and by the look of it, she was at the prom because her dress looked so elegant and formal.

I crouched down beside her and gave her a half hug, trying not to touch one of her injuries, but then something terrible happened. The sound of a truck coming down the drive way and came ringing through my head, is he back? I stood up and tip-toed quietly across the hay-covered floor of the mill until I reached the door. When I poked my head out I saw him, it was the silhouette of a man, this must be that guy, Martin she was talking about earlier, I thought.

He had an object in his hand that looked like a knife or some type of weapon. Crack - oh no...what was that...? Leaves...did he hear me? I thought. Then I started to panic, I backed away quietly, breathing heavily, and he heard me.

"Who's there?" he yelled.
There was no answer, for I was unable to speak...then he spotted me out and came after me. Next thing i knew, everything turned hazy and then I was out like a light.

When I woke up the truck was gone. What happened? Where did he go? Is the girl- the girl...where is she?
"Are you there girl, please tell me! It's me Crimson!" -no answer-.

I grew silent. Then I heard this small tapping noise, it was like water dripping into a tin bucket. I was curious, so I followed the sound. As I got closer it was getting louder, and louder and louder, until- it stopped. I was terribly frightened but I kept getting closer, and the sound continued on. My mind kept telling me to run away and call the police but I didn't. Then i got to the tin pan the liquid was dripping into. I was too dark to tell what it was so i looked up. So many things were running through my head when I looked, but alas it was as I thought it was in the first place.

Then I turned my head gently to the right and saw it. My mind grew, the fear was growing I couldn't take it! I screamed, for it was the young girl I saw laying on the ground dead with a slit in her throat. Tears started to roll down my face. I put my hand against her face and told her I was sorry for not being able to save her, got up, and bolted through the double doors. Then I called you guys and here I am.
"Thank you for you time Mr. Tristan, the police appreciate your help in this mystery case." the police detective thanked me. I gave them a smile and walked out the door, leaving it open, and here I am.

I got up to the counter and noticed a woman. She seemed to be involved in an important conversation with the officer at the front desk. I think I know her, but she is busy so I won't bother her.
"I'm telling you! He is the killer, it wasn't some other guy! The mystery murderer is the one who called the cops to report the murder. Just because I hate the guy because he broke up with me ten years ago doesn't mean I can't be a witness to the murder! I demand to talk to the detective on this case!" she yelled at the officer.

Now i remember, I remember where I know her from, she was my girlfriend in college and she was that woman that saw the real murder of the girl that night. No, she will tell my secret!

"Just, please let me see him." she asked.
"I'm sorry, he just left, go home and rest then come back tomorrow, alright ma'am." the officer explained.
"Well, if I don't come back, here is my address and phone number, call me and if I don't answer, come to my house. Please, if he finds out he will come after me and kill me!" she cried.

I happened to catch a glimpse of the paper with the address and number on it and wrote it down. This will come in handy later. I walked out the door, making sure no one noticed me and went home.

"That was a brilliant plan! I can't believe they believed me! Not even for a second had they doubted my story of lies' but that woman, she knows the truth. I can't let her leak the truth out to everyone. She must now be killed as well as the girl."
Yes, I lied, but it was a very good lie, yes? The young girl was murdered by me, I killed her, and I loved each and every bit of it. I only did it because she was my bosses' daughter and my co-worker had been assigned the job to take her home from her prom. She was a bratty girl, and she was always rude to people. My co-worked didn't want to do it so he asked me. I wasn't doing anything that night so i agreed and went to get her that night. My plan was finally coming into place, she had insulted me before and I was very enraged and i could hardly contain myself.

The situation couldn't be any better, the boss thinks his daughter is being brought home by my co-worker and I was alone with the girl. I couldn't help myself, and so i took her to the mill. Once there I threw her in and got to work. I made everything look like how my story would sound when I would be questioned by the police, I even whacked myself in the head like I said happened in my story. My co-worker was framed and I was free to go. But, that woman, she has to be taken from this world, and I will do it-tonight.

Now, where did I put that paper? No, not it, not it, yuck that's lint, oh here it is, of course I had to put it at the bottom of my coat. Let's see, okay she lives on 322 Maple-Garden Road. Oh i know where that is. Now that I know where it is, i shall be off.

Okay, there's Maple-Garden, now where is 322. Jeez, I'll never find it, oh wait there it is, I stopped right in front of it without knowing it, I hope she didn't notice it. Let me just pull up and then walk over to her house.

This house is so terribly ugly, I would never think she would be livinig here, in a dump like this. Oh well, let's get this over with. I'll go to the back door, this should be fun. Oh, a metal bat, what a coincidence, I can use this to open the door. Crash! With a whack of the bat I smashed the door to the ground.
"Who's there!? I have a gun! I'll shoot you!"
"Now, now Christine, who would you think I am, can't your ex-boyfriend come and visit you?"
"Crimson, no how did you-"
"How did I know? Well I saw you at the police station of course, didn't you see me I was standing right next to you."
"No you are lying, it's not true. I would have known that you were there."
"But you didn't, don't deny it, how else would I have known what I know and knew where your house was?"
"Hmmm, so, I guess you're here to kill me right?"
"Yes, I am, you have grown up to be a very smart woman, Christine. I can't wait to see you dead."
"You're a mad man, Crimson, a mad man!"
"Oh, mad am I? I don't think so. I'm perfectly normal."

With that I gripped the metal bat and swung hard. THWACK! I hit her in the head. Ha Ha! This is so amusing, I love it! THWACK! Another hard swing, this time in the chest.

"If I die, you shall die with me!" she yelled, and with that she threw a sharp blade and it landed in my shoulder.
"Rrrah!" I yelled as I felt the pain surge through my body.
There was blood spattered everywhere, hers and mine. I hit her once more to get my anger out and just to make sure she was dead. Finally, my secret was safe, and no one would find out. I ripped the blade out and threw it on the floor. Then, I left because I knew that someone must have heard me scream. The cops would arrive shortly and I don't want to get caught.

I am now content, for I have no witnesses to what has happened, no one to frame me. Yes, I am now content. I can sleep good tonight.

Ring! Ring! The phone is ringing, who could that be? Yawning, I picked up the phone.
"Good morning, Mr. Treso. This is The detective you spoke to yesterday."
"Oh, hello Sir. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes, actually, there is. You see, last night a woman named Christine Renson was murdered and the murder weapon was left at the scene. There was a metal bat and a blade, both covered in blood at the scene. We sent them in to be checked for fingerprints and the bat came back with your fingerprints on it and the other with the woman's and your prints on it. Are you indeed the killer of Christine Renson?"
"Ha haa, what a most obvious question to ask. I also killed that young girl as well, just like Christine said, but no one believed her did they, now look what happened. But, I'm sorry to say, that you will never see me again."

With that said I hung up the phone, got in my truck and left everything behind, for now I am a fugitive and will never be able to restart from the beginning. Why am I so full of regret? I am so confused, I thought I was happy for killing those two, but am I not? What is happening? My head is all scrambled, i can't control myse-. SMASH!!
CRASH!! BAM!! He drove off the side of the bridge into the lake below.

Is he dead you ask? Yes, Crimson has died, but did his mind make him do it? No one will ever know, except for, that is, himself. That is the end of Crimson Treso. He is dead now and always.

"Make it a great day, or not, the choice it yours...."
-Mr. Browne