Incident Report: Sgt Greg Moran
Thursday, 18th March 2010, 21.45 hours
Apartment 14/4 Broughton Street
Response to repeated calls from multiple callers re: home invasion.
Constable Murray and I attended address as per dispatch following multiple calls from several frantic teenage girls regarding a home invasion. When we arrived at the scene there were no signs of force and no response to knocking. As per dispatch instruction, we forced entry. This proved difficult as the chain was across the door inside. We spotted a notice on the back of the door that read:
Back by eleven, honey. Don’t forget the chain! Love Mom.
On entering the apartment we found no signs of a struggle or any open windows. We first noticed blood around the door from the hall to the rear bedroom. No one answered our calls.
On entering the rear bedroom we discovered the victim, Jessica Mellay [addendum: AKA WildGrrl_93]. At this point Constable Murray vomited and became unable to go on. I sent him to wait by the broken door while I investigated further.
The victim was spread-eagled on the floor of the bedroom, her chest split through the middle and wrenched open. Blood covered everything, across the walls, even the ceiling. There was a gaping hole in her chest, I think where her heart should have been. I could smell a strange sulphurous, burning odour throughout the place, strongest in the bedroom with the victim. There were no other doors to the apartment aside from the locked and chained front door. All windows were locked closed and the fire escape steps were still up.
We searched and found no one else in the apartment.
We called it in and awaited command.
Attachment: Internet chat transcript. Recovered from victim’s PC cache.
WildGrrl_93: darren totally blushed today when i sat next 2 him
TehB1tch: you wish!!! he never go 4 u
WildGrrl_93: y not?
TehB1tch: darren likes cock!!!
LotusHoney: lolz!
WildGrrl_93: no way
candy_lips: jess, evry1 nos that
WildGrrl_93: no way!!!
LotusHoney: haha. pmsl!!!
TehB1tch: tammy saw darren sucking toby after footy finals under the bleechers!
LotusHoney: omfg is dat tru?!
WildGrrl_93: no way!!!!!
TehB1tch: hahaha! stop sayin no way at everything yeh its true!!! darren a cock lover hahaha
WildGrrl_93: fuck hes hot wat a waste
AMON: You know, gossip can be destructive.
TehB1tch: whos dat? this is private chat
LotusHoney: ew freak fuck off!
AMON: Such ripe young flesh, you shouldn’t waste time with human boys.
candy_lips: who r u? this is private chat
LotusHoney: piss off freak perv
AMON: The air is so fresh up here.
TehB1tch: guys, log off. i start a new chat
TehB1tch has left this chat
LotusHoney has left this chat
candy_lips: fucking PERV!!!
WildGrrl_93 has left this chat
candy_lips has left this chat
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TehB1tch: guys?
candy_lips: yeh. who was dat creep
LotusHoney: wtf was dat???
TehB1tch: i no, right. creepy perv hacker
candy_lips: wheres jess?
TehB1tch: jess?
LotusHoney: sam u invite her?
TehB1tch: course
candy_lips: im callin her cell
LotusHoney: so whos amon? nvr heard name b4
TehB1tch: me either kinda freaky
LotusHoney: how did he get in our chat?
TehB1tch: dunno
candy_lips: guys jess isnt answering her cell or landline
AMON: Jess is busy with me. She’s very good for someone just learning what I require of her.
TehB1tch: WTF!??!?
LotusHoney: YOU FUCKING CREEP HOW YOU GETTIN IN HERE?!?!?
AMON: For millennia young girls have been so sweet. And you get ever easier to find.
candy_lips: omfg guys im rly scraed.
AMON: Jess is very good at this. Don’t cry, sweetie.
TehB1tch: im callin the police right now
candy_lips: me too
AMON: You’re all too late.
LotusHoney: and me keep callin
AMON: Jess is very shiny on the inside.
THE END
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Alan is an author living on the south coast of NSW, Australia. He writes dark fantasy, sci fi and horror, rides a motorcycle and loves his dog. He also teaches Kung Fu. Read extracts from his novels, a novella and short stories at his website - www.alanbaxteronline.com - and feel free to tell him what you think. About anything.
Idle Chatter originally appeared at Mr. Baxter’s website.
IDLE CHATTER by Alan Baxter,
