It was a rainy night. As I once again smoked a cigarette in my old farmhouse near Horem, I sat outside in front of the old brick wall and watched the rain pour down. I wasn't wet since I sat under the old umbrella of my father. The house was old, in the style of Imperial Germany. I always hated those times, politicians whose only goal was to show who had the biggest in his pants. But what could I do? I was merely 18 when the war started. I was angry at my commanding officer, some Prussian nobleman who sat his ass down at a safe and comfortable safe house in Berlin whilst I and my men slowly died at the frontlines. But never mind, I'm trying to focus on the yet.
I stood up and got inside. I got into my kitchen. It was a small room, with 10 by 10 feet of space. In the left corner was an old and rusty stove, which I used firewood from the forest beside my house for. But I was more interested in the small closet over it. I opened it and found what I wanted, a Korn (German liquor). I poured it into a filthy glass and just as I wanted to drink it, a loud banging at my door. It was so intense that I feared that my door would come off its hinges. But I slowly got annoyed, went to the door, and started talking, "Who's there?" The voice replied, "Hello, are you Inspector Tom Jaeger?" "Yes, what do you want? It's 9 pm, I was just about to take my goodnight drink and go to sleep." "Well, sir, a murder happened, and this time it was in Sindorf." I pressed my hand against my face and let out a loud sigh. "Alright, I'm coming. Give me a sec, I have to dress."
I got into my bedroom through a long corridor with a rusty rug on the floor. At the walls, pictures of my family were placed. I ignored most, but I halted and looked at the picture of me, my mother, Elsbet, and my brother, Ludwig. Well, after this, I got into the bedroom. It was a messy bed and an old, carved wardrobe. I got to the wardrobe and got my wide-brimmed brown hat and my trusty trenchcoat, one of the only leftovers of the war I liked. I tugged it over and went again to the front door and opened it. "Well, should we start?" But at the front door was nobody. "Hey, where are you?" "Sigh," this motherfucker is shitting me. I looked around and saw nobody, but then I heard something from behind, a weird whisper which came out of my house. It made my skin crawl. It was like a thousand people screaming silently at once. It came out of my bedroom. I slowly walked towards the door with my hand on my holster. As I got through the corridor, I noticed something: the pictures were weird. The faces were elongated and unnatural. The painting of my father, which I always ignored, stared at me with anger in his eyes, which were uncannily larger than they should be. Also, the picture of my mother and brother was wrong. The head of my mother was missing, and my brother's half-face was black. It was not burned or misfigured; it was just gone, in a void of blackness, and his mouth was formed into a wide and crooked grin, whilst his eyes were small and seemingly happy about my confusion.
But after a short while, I got to the door. I got close and firstly looked through the peephole. Nothing, pure darkness. Then I slowly opened it, and I was more confused than ever. I all of a sudden found myself in a void of darkness, with only one thing in front of me: a person, someone in a dark yellow suit. I only saw the back of him and started creeping towards him. As I got closer, the whispers got louder and louder. I started talking, "Hey, is this a joke? Is this your doing? I will shoot, trust me, pal." And I reached my hand out towards his shoulder. As he all of a sudden spun around and stared me down, I completely went pale. I saw a void in his face, but not just darkness, it was a whole galaxy. Two yellow stars were his eyes, and his bright grin was a sight I had never seen before. All of a sudden, unearthly music started playing, trombones that got louder and louder. I had the feeling my head was going to burst as I heard it say, "tns pchlcep optypy ezo." I didn't know why, but I understood him, and I feared his words, and I fell back as a hand reached out and grabbed mine.
"Detective, everything alright? You just opened the door and fell back," I replied, confused, "What?" "Sorry, is it not a good moment? Should I wait a few minutes?" he said. "I hope this isn't a fucking joke. Was this your doing?" I took him by his collar and picked him up. He was rather small and young, with brown hair and round glasses. He wore a standard police deputy uniform from 1930s Germany. "No, I didn't do anything. I just arrived and wanted your expertise. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I didn't mean it." I slowly put him back on the ground. "Hmpf, alright, I trust you. But if you're lying, I'm gonna beat your ass until tomorrow morning. Do you get me?" "Yes, sir," he replied with a whimper.
And I got into his car. We drove through the muddy streets. Sindorf was a little village in NRW, maybe 3 to 4 hours away from Cologne. It has maybe one hundred to two hundred residents, but I'm living at the outskirts of the town, besides it, so I don't really know. As we drove, the deputy excused himself once again and stuttered, "I'm sorry, I-I didn't want to offend you." I said, "It's okay, I wasn't in the right mind. I don't think it was your fault. So forget about it and tell me about the new case." He went all of a sudden pale. "Oh, y-yeah, so an old couple was walking their dog near the 'Gänseblümchen' bar as they saw something: a person who was dressed in black. They saw him reaching his hand out and pointing at something, but they couldn't see what because of the darkness and because they were silently observing the event behind a wall. Then, after roughly 2 minutes, the person turned his back and ran away. After he was gone, the couple looked at what he was pointing at and found something horrifying: a body with a swollen face, blood pouring out of every orifice: eyes, mouth, ears. But even more terrifying was his expression: it was pure terror and fear. There were also scratch marks at his eyes, as some vile creature tried to scratch them out the couple instantley called the police and i was send to get you."
"Alright, but you didn't explain to me why they called me. It might be a weird death, but nothing interesting for me." He got a bit more serious and said, "Well, the person was wearing a deer skull." I let out a sigh and leaned back in my seat and said, "It's gonna be a long night. Cigarette?"