Short+story+-+Rebecca+and+Jennifer

Knock, knock, knock. The warehouse was deserted. He already knew that but the chief said he had to investigate. Where did this sudden urge to investigate a deserted warehouse that has never been strange or has caused any problems come from? Nevertheless, he had been asked, so he would humour the chief and check it out.

====No one answered. What a surprise. He pulled his gun out of his belt and charged into the warehouse. He wasn’t scared, there was no one there. Suddenly he heard a distant ringing sound, like a mobile phone, coming from inside the warehouse. Was someone here? Following the sound, he reached a small dark room. It was so dark that he couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face. He went inside. Click. The door closed behind him but he was focused on the surface of the floor. The ground appeared to be sticky, probably mould or something leftover when the warehouse closed down. He could see the dim light from the screen, only just. He picks up the phone and finds that it is sticky and wet as well, the same texture as the stuff on the floor. He holds the phone to his ear and it stops ringing. Puzzled, he takes the phone and does some further investigating. He wanted to find a light switch. ====

====He remembered he had a torch in his belt as well. Eager to find out what the stuff on the floor is, he shines the light to the place where he found the phone. To his horror, he sees dark, crimson liquid. Blood. He looks at the phone. It is covered in the substance as well. The strange thing is the blood smells and is fresh. He takes a frightened step back, moving the light upwards as he does so he can see in front of him. He sees the body of the owner of the phone. The body has been severely mutilated but he can tell it’s a guy and a dead one too. He muttered rest in peace to the body and decided to call the chief. The chief had been right! There was something going on here. He runs for the door he came through but finds it locked. He reaches for his own communicator to contact the station but it has no signal. Strange. The phone stained with blood starts to ring again. ==== ====Desperate to get out of the warehouse, he answers it. ==== ====“Hello? Hello? Jim, are you alright? Why won’t you talk to me? What’s going on? I told you to go to the warehouse. Jim?” ==== ====“This is police investigator, Henry. Who are you?” ==== ====“A police investigator? What’s happened to Jim? Is he alright?” ==== ====“When did you last see him?” ==== ====“Tonight, he was meeting someone at the warehouse. What’s happened?” ==== ====“What was he wearing?” ==== ====“He was wearing a green T-shirt.” ==== ====Indeed, the body was Jim. He ignored the lady on the other line for a few seconds trying to figure out a strategy of how he was going to get out along with this unfortunate man. There were too many questions running in his mind. He interrupted the woman’s panicked mumbles “Excuse me, could you call the police to the warehouse?” ==== ====“O-of course.” They both hung up at the same time. ====

====Henry didn’t know how long he was in the room for until he saw the light of his torch reflect off a short and shiny blade. Well there was the weapon. How typical- a knife. He wondered if it had been hours since he last talked to the woman. Why was she taking so long? Frustrated and slightly scared, he kicked the door with all his strength. A bright light shone through a crack on the wooden door. Desperate for rescue, he forced himself out of the hole. Finally, some fresh air! He saw two police cars from outside the warehouse. He called them in to the room. They came running towards Henry with their guns ready. ==== ====“Don’t worry guys; no one’s alive in this room.” ==== ====One of the officers chuckled in agreement and saying “You’re right, there’s no one in this room.” All the friendliness on the officer’s face disappeared “What is this? Some kind of joke, Henry?” ==== ====<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Confused and puzzled, Henry looks inside the room. Now shocked- the body was gone. How the hell did that happen? “Umm, I swear there was a body there. I was in there- there was this phone- a lady…” ==== ====‍<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">A few hours later, they had the whole story figured out- after Henry had hung up, the same woman called the station an hour later sounding very panicked. Then, the police came to investigate the warehouse and meet up with Henry. Now all they needed to do was find the body that had mysteriously vanished and the lady on the phone. She was a suspect anyway. ==== <span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px;">