Remember Me?

Everybody thought the house on Mysteria Road was empty, deserted. Nobody had lived there in years. Ally Carter begged to differ.

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Ally sipped her herbal team, sighing contentedly as the sweet taste took over her mouth. She swiped a finger over her name card which read: "Detective Ally Carter" and smiled. Finally, she had reached her goal of becoming a detective. Her phone rumbled in her pocket, and she slid it out, putting it to her ear. "Hello?" she said.
"Is this Ally Carter?" the male voice answered.
"Yes"
"We've got you your first case, come to the office immediately."
Ally was bubbling with excitement as she threw herself into her car, starting up the engine and driving quickly to the office. The pale white building came into view, and Ally pulled up just beside it. She got out hurriedly, slamming the door and entering the petite building. She was immediately greeted by a smiling police officer, who took her hand and shook it. "Hello, Ally. My name is P.C Roberts, please come this way." he introduced, leading Ally into a small conference room. There were two other men sat in there, each dressed in formal suits the color of charcoal. "Ah, Miss Carter; take a seat" one of the men said. She obeyed, gingerly pulling out a chair and placing herself upon it. P.C Roberts sat beside her. "My name is P.C Whiteman, and this is Head Detective Ross. Were here to discuss the issue of Barry Mclough; A.K.A Fox." Ross shuffled around with some papers then handed them to Ally. She took them and examined the pictures closely. He was very gruff and mean looking, and he was all stubbly and greasy. "Ross has so far kidnapped four locals, which you will find pictures of on the 2nd page. He was admitted to a mental hospital, but god knows how, he escaped. We think he kills for the pleasure, and he's a very good murderer, nobody has found any evidence."
Ally nodded and stared at the victims faces.
"Where abouts in this area does he operate?" Ally asked, twiddling with a button on her jacket.
"We've found that his victims all seem to have been kidnapped during walks around Mysteria Lane". Ally's eyes almost popped out of her head. "I'm moving there next week!" she cried, slightly panicking.
"That could be a positive" Ross suggested.
"Are you crazy, what if he comes for me?" she yelled.
"Calm down, Ally. Ross is right. You can keep a close eye on what's happening around there" P.C Roberts said, smiling. She stuck out her bottom lip in consideration and nodded.
"I guess. I'm sorry" she quickly said.
"Here, take these files and read up on old foxy. We'll call you next week to find out if you've solved anything. Thanks for coming" P.C Whiteman said kindly, standing up and shaking her hand.

When Ally got home she plonked the files messily on the floor and sat beside them (her sofa and most of her furniture had been moved to her new house). "Right, let's get this over with." she sighed to herself, crossing her legs. The papers seemed to last an eternity, and Ally swore that if she ever saw another piece of white paper again she would attack it and throw it off a cliff. The clock rolled on twelve and the papers still weren't finished. Ally stood up slowly. They'd have to wait. Rubbing her eyes, she plodded wearily up the rickety stairs and changed into her pajamas.
"But your not supposed to be here for three days!" Ally cried, throwing her hands in the air. The man just grunted. "The police officer down the station told us to move you in early. For work purposes". Ally put her palm of her hand on her face. She remembered talking to P.C Ross about moving, and he'd asked for the removal men's number. Sneaky ferret. "Ugh. Alright, come in. Here are the keys, just throw my furniture anywhere" she said, grabbing them and dropping them into his grubby hands. He gave another grunt, shoving his way in. He was followed by two other very beefy, sweaty men, who began to lift away all the big stuff Ally hadn't been able to take. Ally wrinkled her nose. They stunk vile.
The days flew by swiftly and Ally found herself zooming through winding, country roads in her silver land rover on the way to her new house. The outside of her car was a blur as they zoomed up a bumpy road and turned a corner. There it was. Ally giggled with excitement as the car slid to a smooth stop outside the colossal house. It was painted a pearly white, with a brown, oak door and window frames. Light blue flowers the colour of the sky were sprinkled like hundreds and thousands across the freshly mown lawn. A small jack russel dog ornament stood by the door, a welcome sign in it's cute mouth. practically leapt from the seat. She checked her watch. "10'o'clock" she said aloud before scurrying through the garden and up to the door. Before entering, Ally glanced behind her. The house across the road was horrid. It was an old, derelict cottage with shattered windows and a broken door that was swinging in the wind. The remains of a fire were clearly visible, with charred window frames and rubble scattered outside in a heap. "Spooky" she thought, darting inside.
She leant against the door once it was closed, breathing in that new house smell. Sliding off her ballet pumps, she placed her bare feet on the fluffy carpet. "Ahh" she breathed, skipping into the living room. Over the past few days, Ally had come to organize the furniture, so everything was set up. Just as she was about to throw herself onto the luxurious, inviting sofa, the pile of angry files confronted her. She brought a hand to her forehead. "Oh great" she sighed.
A scream. A blood curdling, ear shattering scream that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Ally woke with a start and fell off the sofa with a thud. "Wha?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and pulling herself off the floor. She wearily plodded to the window and stared outside. Two dark figures were slipping into the abandoned house. "Oh my word" Ally gasped, running to the kitchen to collect a rolling pin. She had to find out what was going on. Silently, she exited the house and crept stealthily across the road, the victim screaming in terror as she did. Her heart was pounding wildly, ringing in her ears. She kicked open the partially broken door, rolling pin at the ready, and tiptoed inside. It smelt damp and something putrid lingered in the air. Moldy furniture littered the hallways and rats scurried into any crevice they could find. Taking a deep breath, Ally scampered into the first room. The sight that befell her eyes was unforgettable. Four dead bodies were laid shoulder to shoulder, their eyes glassy, their bodies bloody. Each had their mouths sewn into sickening smiles. It was scary; and suddenly Ally realized if she didn't get out of here soon, she would end up with them. Ally covered her mouth, taking a few steps back; right into someone's rock hard body.
Ally turned gingerly to look up into the persons face. His face was shaded by an ugly cowboy hat and his body was draped with a black leather jacket that reeked of rum. He sniggered. "Hello, sweetheart" he said in a rough, cockney accent.
"What did you do with her" Ally asked, aiming her rolling pin.
"Just what I did to the others". Ally trembled as he took a step forwards.
"Care to join them?". Out of the blue, Ally thwacked him with the rolling pin, right in the stomach. He keeled over, grumbling, but manger to trip Ally with his foot. She belly flopped the ground, the rolling pin escaping her grasp. "Your fox?" she said, flipping onto her back. "Yep" he answered. He grabbed her arm roughy and pulled her to her feet. "Time to die" he laughed, pulling a knife from his pocket which was partially red. Ally screamed and struggled, then gave him a huge kick in the- well, were a man doesn't want to be kicked! He grimaced, releasing her. She took her chance, sprinting away through the door. Panting like a dog, her ragged breaths were the only sound as she ran across the street screaming like a mad woman. Throwing open the door, she slammed it shut and locked it behind her with trembling fingers. Taking her phone from the side, she dialed 999.
It's been two years since the incident. No one ever found any evidence of Fox, and the case was long since forgotten. Ally crunched hungrily on a cookie as she flicked through her old case notes. There was an article reading "Fox victim lives to tell the tale". She smiled, reading it eagerly. Sunshine shone through the windows, warming the house and the cloudless sky looked like a floating ocean. The doorbell chimed it's merry sound and Ally stood up to answer it. After scrambling around the draw for the keys, she slid it into the lock and turned it. It was a tall, stubbly man with a ragged, cowboy hat. Ally's eyes widened. Her legs went to jelly. The knife in front of her looked hungry as it glinted in the sun. A cockney voice erupted from the mans throat. "Remember me?"