The Cold Case

In a small town, called Valentino. There has been a case where detective Ross was called in. This case was the newest one, but a killer never let anyone survive, the case with this killer was one the hardest to solve, many left it a cold case after sixteen whole years. But the town begged the detective to help solve the case. “Miss Maynard, please tell me what you seen the night of the murder?” Ask a woman in her mid-twenties. She brushes back her brown hair out her green eyes as she looks at the new suspect. The interrogation room lights where bright in the room where the detective was at with her only suspect at that moment. The older woman shakes under the detective stare, “I came home after working long hours at the diner. Me and my husband ate dinner, and went to bed afterwards because we were both tired from working long hours that day.” “My husband Harold woke up at around Three A.M. to get a glass of water. He said his throat was hurting him for some odd reason, and he will be right back. I waited for him to come back to the bedroom upstairs but I heard glass shattered downstairs, I rushed down fast as I can. I was worried something happen to my dear husband, but when I got down there, I found him...” the older woman stops speaking as she choked back a sob, “I found him s-stabbed on the floor.” She cries in her hands, the detective hands her a tissue. “I went to grabbed the phone to call the police but I heard giggling behind me. I turn around and I see this young man, I thought he was a myth but he’s not.” The woman said through her sobs, her voice was raspy as she shakes in fear, “What was a Myth Miss?” The detective asked the older woman. “You’ll think I’m crazy, but it was Xany The clown.” She said as she shakes, “I saw the man before my eyes I swear to God I did! He was 6’8, blue eyes like the ocean, light blue hair, clown makeup, heart tattoos under both eyes, black dress pants, red bow tie with suspenders, black vest, and a blue dress shirt underneath the vest!” She describes to the detective. “Miss Maynard are you sure you seen this man? He could have been anyone, instead of a myth” The detective asked her. “Yes, I’m sure that he was Xany! I saw the tattoo on his neck.” She says as she sobs in fear. “Miss Maynard if you saw him, why did he not attack you?” The detective asked her, the older woman looked at the detective. “He told me, he was not going to kill me yet, because he needed me to be the way to make him become known.” She spoke. “Become known for what Miss Maynard?” Ask the detective, the older woman look at her. “He said if he became known, a dear friend has not paid him a visit in a long time." The older woman said. The detective froze, “Did he have anything else with him?” The detective asked, the woman stares at the detective. “He had one solid rose in his hand, and a paint brush.” she says, “How many days do you have to live?” The detective asked. The older woman looked at the detective. “Detective Ross I have only 2 days.” The older woman said. Just then the lights shut off in the police station. The detective jumps up to her feet fast, and pulls her Berrata M9 pistol out of her holster. The detective heart pounds loudly in her chest in fear as she grips her gun. She hears Miss Maynard cry out in fear or maybe pain, she couldn’t tell. “Please you said I had to days! I want to live, I did what you ask me to do.” The older woman cried out in the sea of darkness, there was a loud crack that followed after. The detective’s heart rate picks up more. “Put your hands up where I can see them!” The detective shouts out. She knew she couldn’t see in the dark, and she fear what lies in the darkness. There was a low chuckle as a single light in the room flickers, when the light slowly came to a dim there stood the man that the suspect described to the detective. The detective felt something was off as she glances in the room to see Miss Maynard’s body on the ground. ‘Twisted neck from how it looks. This b*stard must have killed her’ the detective thought as she kept her eyes locked on her main target. A clown, a f*cked up clown. “What type of Pennywise bullsh*t is this?” The detective says through her grit teeth. The clown fakes a shock face as his right hand slightly covers his open mouth, “Oh dear me, did I accidently break her neck?” His low deep voice says as he begins to laugh, “Just kidding! Relax Detective Ross, I don’t want your panties in a twist because of this.” He said, as he sits down in the now murder victims' chair. The man looks at the detective who has a gun pointed straight at him. “Why don’t you take a seat detective Ross? Or should I say Kathleen.” He spoke with a large grin on his face. This man truly had the detective in fear that she won't express out. Her hands had sweat on them as she still has a tight grip on the pistol. The man sighs as he pulls out single pen, he looks at her and grins. The detective gasp as her gun is forcefully ripped out her hand and on the ground with a pen in the barrel. The detective gulps as she looks at the man, as she takes a seat he grins. “Good Girl, now let's have some fun Kathleen Ross.”