The Silhouette, Brady H [the lemonade war series .TXT] 📗

The young lady sat accross from the two detectives in the interregation room, weeping, and wiping her tears with a tissue. The two detectives Carter and Collins sat blank faced from the lady by the name of Grace and waited for the right time to speak.
"What Did this man look like, Ms. Chapman?" Carter asked, handing grace another tissue. She wiped the tears one more time then spoke.
"I don't know. It was dark out, and he draged me to this barn-smelling place. I looked straight at his face. All i could see was his shadow. It's like he didnt have a face. But I could make out a mustache. A handle bar mustache. Thats it."
She started to relax. She wiped the last of her tears. Collins started to speak,
"Lets play this all back. Last night you went out to your car to get something, when from behind he grabbed you by the neck and forced you to his car. Then taking you to, lets say, a barn. What happend there?" The little small square room felt cool, cold in fact. Carter had goosebumps.
"When we got to this 'place' all he did was turn me around to make me purposely look right into his shadow face. But like I said I could not get any facial features but a mustache. The street light pole from accros the street couldn't pick up his face. I'm telling you he had no face, but a ugly looking mustache."
"So then after all that, he just left you there. And now here you are. Back to the present." Collins said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes that is what happend. He just let me go. I was surprised. I saw him walk to his car that was parked right underneath that street lamp. He looked back at me. I saw nothing. No eyes, no nose, no nothing but the mustache, and the hat he was wearing with the long jacket that went down to his ankels." Collins thought this story was a load of crap, but Carter thought different. Usually he wouldn't believe this, but that day he did believe her. More gooebumps came to him and he started to shiver. He looked over at Collins to see if he noticed the sudden drop of tempereature, but Colliins just gave Carter a weird look.
"Are you okay, Jake? You look bad, man. You look whiter than Betty White in Golden Girls." Collins asked. Grace also noticed the change in Carter.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. I got to step out for a moment." Carter replied and stepped out of the room. Collins followed.

Outside the interregation room, Collins caught Carter by the shoulder and stopped him in his track. "What in the hell was that? Can you believe what people will do for attention in this world? Rediculous." Collins spat. He was a grumpy cop. Didn't take anything seriously. If he got a call about an animal in need of help, he would tell them to "Fuck off." Carter coughed and sneezed.
"I think I'm coming down with something. I should go home. Tell chief that I'm taking the rest of the day off. Then, send Grace home. I will call her later."
Carter started walking toward the entrance, halfway out Collins yelled, "You can't be serious about this Jake!" Carter was gone. Dissipeard in the doorway to Hell.


Carter went straight to sleep that night not getting rid of the shivers, or the goosebumps. He figured by tomorrow he would wake up feeling just as he had before. Getting his morning cup of coffe, turn sportscenter on to check the highlights of the Red Sox game, kick something if they lost or pump a fist in the air if they won. Carter didnt get Red Sox games in ST. Paul and he wasnt going to spend money on the MLB Extra innings.


Carter woke with a start the next morning to a knock on his apartment door. He jumped out of bed. He saw he was covered in sweat. His face felt like the ocean. Carter was only in his boxer shorts. He quickly put on pants and went to the door. He unlached the lock on the door and eased it open. Standing in the doorway was a young looking woman in the late twenty's by the looks. She had a wide smile, showing pure white teeth. Carter did not know this woman,
"Can i help you?" Carter asked the mysterious lady. He looked at his bare chest and grabbed a shirt nearest of him and put it on.
"Dont bother this wont take long. May I come in?"
"No" the lady smiled then laughed.
"I think maybe you want to let me in. You see because this is my apartment, not yours"
"What are you talking about. Ive been living in this shitty room for eight years. Unless i came down with some serious amnesia, you better go" Carter was getting angry. His head was pounding, and his whole body hurt.
"Do i have to call the police?" She threatened Carter pulling out her cell phone. Carter held his arms up in surrender and moved away to let her in.
"Fine, you want this apartment. You can have it. Be my guest." Carter was moving so fast he was already done packing. Just about out the door he turned back and said, "oh, yeah. The oven does not work so enjoy your uncooked frozen pizza's" And he left with a suitcase under his arm with clothes about to fall out.


Staying at a friends house in Minneapolis, Detective carter showed up late for work the next day with bloodshot eyes, headache, hair in a mess. He ran into Collins in his office.
"Well look whose late. if it isnt frankenstein. Can i have your autograph?" Collins Joked with a big laugh, spraying saliva.
"Just give me the details, smartass" Carter demanded. Collins opened his laptop. Taking it a little bit to load, Collins tapped on his desk humming to himself, "Touch Me" by the doors. He stopped humming and turned the laptop towards Carter. The screen went blur for a seconed then went into focus. On the computer screen Carter saw the picture of Grace the victim of a supposedly kidnapping the day before. Carter shrugged.
"Well?" Collins started looking at Carter like he was dumb.
"Well what?" Carter didnt know where Collins was going with this.
"I looked up Grace's record, and she is known for hallucinating if she had not taken her pills that day. What happend yesterday was she 'imagined' herself being kidnapped by the 'shadow faced guy with ugly mustache'-"
"Thats not what she said"
"You know very well what i mean. And you know she imagined it too"
"So what if she did? Case closed then right?" Carter caught himself playing Collins's game. Collins nodded. Pushing his chair back, Carter left the room and to his desk to do the normal paperwork.

FlashBack- 1972, ST. Paul, Minnesota
James Carter looked behind him, then to the sides. He ran, and ran, from the thing. No face. He was following him. Not far behind. In the old warehouse where James stumbled in was dirty and old. He ran so fast he nearly out ran himself, almost tripping over a tangle of cords. He was tired, could barely breath. He couldnt die now. He expected to see his son being born any minute, before no face had druged him putting him into a nightmare. He needed out. But how? James came to an abrupt stop. He could go two directions. Right or left. He chose left. He ran as fast as he could. He could hear his name being called in an echo from the monster. James... James... James...
Turning another corner thinking he lost no face for at least another minute, the monster appeared out of thin air right in front of James with blood running down his mouth. No face turned from a shadow-no face man to a man sized lizard on two legs. From behind a tail grew out at leas eight feet long, razer sharp needles pointing out of it. The teeth werre the size of a hippos teeth but as sharp as a nail.
"Why are you running James? You cant outrun me you stupid human," no face was a lizard no longer. Now he was a