The Murder House Chapter 14

Suddenly my phone rang.

Officer Carter.

"Why'd you call 911 again? Dispatch sent our precinct out."

"It's not even daylight yet, and there's massive flooding outside—looks like a river. I found an inflatable raft, but it'll take some time to get there..."

...

I snapped in frustration, voice low. "By the time you get here, I'll be dead..."

"Don't even know if the neighbors are dead or alive!"

"The killer is a middle-aged man, about six feet tall, black raincoat, baseball cap, deep voice, nasal tone..."

...

I wracked my brain, passing along useful information.

If something truly terrible happened, these clues could help police catch the real killer.

Officer Carter seemed to realize something.

This time I wasn't drunk, wasn't acting out the boy-who-cried-wolf story.

"Maya, don't overthink it. Don't watch too many crime shows. The chance of a killer returning to the scene is very low."

"Three years—your sister's case was just a tragic accident."

"Anyway, whatever happens, don't open the door. Wait for police rescue!"

...

Officer Carter spoke righteously.

"Stop talking and get over here! Bring your gun! He killed someone!"

I hung up trembling, mentally cursing him out.

An accident?

Accidental murder?

Can't catch the killer?

My sister was dismembered, her body cooked—that takes enormous hatred!

The room pitch black.

Didn't know if the power was deliberately cut or if the storm caused the outage.

Time froze.

After a short while, chainsaw sounds came from outside.

Utterly terrified.

How did he have electricity?

Was he about to saw through the door?

Truly relentless.

I stood up to look through the peephole.

The killer's chainsaw suddenly sparked, then died—power outage.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Must be Emma's spirit protecting me, making the demon suffer.

Even without a power outage, breaking through the door would take considerable effort.

Maybe by the time he managed to break in, Officer Carter would arrive.