Twisted Ending

Louise's body was torn apart when the police got there. Her head had been cut and thrown to the other side of the room. Arms and legs were in a bloody knot. Louise had been brutally gutted but the police couldn't find her intestines.

A startled yelp from the other room made the police men rush in. They found her entrails hanging from the ceiling, fastened together by a single paper clip. "BLASPHEMIC PIG" was written all over the walls in Louise's blood. As they collected evidence, a lone detective looked over her mangled body and sighed. How could one person cause such a mess? He wondered and walked out of the house.

It had been the sixth murder case that month for Detective Rogerson. All the cases involved the bloody words on the wall, body ripped limb from limb and the body being gutted. There were no fingerprints or footprints. It was like the murderer was never in the house. Rogerson let out a sigh and wrote the same notes as he had written for the last five cases. He looked around at the nosy neighbors and curious strays but saw no one mourning the woman's death. It was true that Dr. Phillips had kept to herself most of the time but to not have one person cry? It made Rogerson feel bad.

The detective sat on his Cadillac DeVille and watched the ambulance men roll Louise Phillips out of her house for the last time. He took off his hat and bowed his head in respect as the ambulance drove away. Yellow tape was put around the house that made Rogerson think of those police shows that were so popular now and days. They should have used red tape instead. Yellow is too bright to represent death. He thought and got off his car.

As the crowd died down, Rogerson noticed one child still looking up at the house. The child was wearing a long, red-stained shirt and had no shoes on. Her hair was matted with dirt and the same red substance on her shirt. What intrigued Rogerson the most about the child was the playful smile on her face and the bloody butcher knife in her tiny hands.