The Creeper

For Dialog competition
WC: 1000 on the nose

“Evening Tom, how’s it going?”
“Well, I’d rather not be out here in the middle of nowhere on so cold a night, but it’s part of the job detective.”
“You’re preaching to the choir on that one. When was it called in?”
“Earlier tonight, around eleven. Lets see, ‘Panicked distress call ten fifty six. Two squad cars arrive eleven oh nine. Shots reported being heard around back, backup called. The patrolmen went around the back to investigate the gunshots, and saw,’ and I quote, ‘a shrieking, seven-foot, yellow eyed, hairless, thin, pale white, naked man running unhindered through the woods. Police then entered the house, and found a triple homicide: One-man dead on back porch with a gun, two dead inside- one male one female both in the basement.’ All victims were apparently stabbed to death. Everyone seemed to beat it out of here pretty fast after they called us.”
“Great, that just spoiled my midnight coffee. Oh well, you check the front of the house yet… What in God’s name could have done this?”
“Detective?”
“Get over here Tom, this is… depraved.”
“What’s on your mind… Good Lord! What is that?”
“I’ve never seen anything quite like it, except… never mind. Multiple deep lacerations in the wood of the door approximately thee feet in length in a uniform four stroke pattern. The only tool I can think of that could do this is a gardening hand tiller. But, the sheer force to make these—scratches, would have to be Herculean. It looks like a monster was trying to tear this thing down.”
“Yea… A monster, sure…”
“Quit being such a little pansy Tom. You look like you’re about to crap yourself.”
“I… I know sir, but, you know what they’ve been saying about… The Creeper these days.”
“You’ve been listening to all that Creeper bull crap? I expected more from you than that.”
“I know, but, It’s October again, and all the missing pets-” 
“Shut your mouth Tom. Pets always go nuts in autumn; it’s a God given fact- Look at this windowsill. Same pattern of scratches found at the door, and on this one too. Someone was really trying to mess the place up, or at least make them repaint the exterior. You can laugh at that Tom, it’s a joke. Try to relax a little out here. We may be here a while.”
“Great.”
“Well, here’s the first victim. Looks like he went down shooting. From the position of the body, it looks like he was shooting straight off his back stairs into the woods. Those are some thick briars back there though, would’ve been tough to outrun a bullet through those. God this is a lot of blood. Tom, go check the edge to the forest over there for a path, or clearing. It just looks like a thicket from over here.”
“Alone, sir?”
“Tom! Go!”
“Sir! No, sir, nothing. It is pretty thick back here. One part looks… disturbed.”
“Let me take a look. Give me that flashlight. Heaven above- it looks like this guy just ran through this part of the thicket. These branches are snapped right from the bushes. How do you like that?”
“I… I don’t like it at all sir.”
“You’re pale as a ghost Tom! Maybe it’s just all this moonlight. Get your head together; we still have two more bodies to look at. Did these folks have rabbits?”
“Sir!?”
“Jesus Tom, don’t sound so alarmed, it’s embarrassing. You're actually making me embarrassed..”
“Why did you ask sir?”
“Nothing, I just thought I heard a wounded rabbit from inside the house.”
“Sir, when the Creeper screams, he sounds just like a dieing rabbit.”
“If you say the word creeper one more time tonight Tom, you’re busted down to patrolman. Got that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good, now lets head inside. Backdoor shows the similar signs of forced entry and… scratches. There’s a lot more scratches on this one than the front-- Some of these look to be a week or two old. Lock was kicked, or forced off. Thick door they have here too. You know where the basement is Tom?”
“‘From backdoor: first door after the kitchen on the left.”
“Good. Kitchen doesn’t appear to be disturbed at all. This doesn’t look like a burglary.”
“Another random homicide sir?”
“I’d say so… keeps getting weirder and weirder around these parts. Shut the door Tom, it’s cold enough in this hole as it is.  All right, first door to the left. Forced open as well, scratches concentrated around the doorknob this time. It looks like someone tried to open the door drunkenly with a rake. And don’t even tell me it was Captain Hook or some other stupid thing Tom.”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright, let’s go down stairs. And give me the flashlight; your shaking it like you’re about to throw Yahtzee. Thanks. This is an old, old basement, foundation must date back to the early eighteen hundreds. Where were the bodies found?”
“‘Fruit cellar, second room through the only door on the right.’”
“I’m just seeing dirt on this floor, no bod… Jesus H! This is carnage Tom. I haven’t seen anything like this since that Halloween sixteen years ago. Those bodies, they were… Carved, just like these. This has to be the same guy. Looks like they were trying to head into this stone room over here. Good God, this room has scratches in it just like the door! These are old though, way more than a century!”
“Do you hear that sir?”
“Yea, the wind banged the door open, and there’s probably just a trapped coyote or something howling. Quit worrying. But wow, this place is old. I wonder how many generations have lived here… Tom? Are you choking, what is that gurgling noise? What are you crunching on so loudly?  If you’re munching on a cereal bar, I want one too. Tom, why are you so pale, and your eyes so yellow… God in heaven. There is a Creeper.”