Creature Inside Me

The Perpetrator, Catman, Is Here!

"Cats? How long have they been here?" She asked. Her voice echoed throughout the house.

Afterwards, an eerie silence descended. Dave felt his body shake and his legs quickly ran to her.

He didn't know why but he felt white safe knowing she was around.

Davina turned to face him seeing he had been quiet for a long time. Seeing her piercy gaze, he hurriedly answered, "The owners of the house loved cats a lot and often kept some. After they're death, the cats seemed to have multiplied. Neighbors say the females have all given birth and more are being born."

"Really?" she muttered. She continued moving forward, her nose sniffing loudly as she walked.

Although the smell of Cat Man was very strong her sense of smell ascertained how low long he'd been to the place. He had been there three days back and hadn't returned since then.

Dave who was trailing behind her teased: "Why sniffling so loudly and seriously? Doesn't the place smell horrible to you?"

"What? Can't you even stand a little smell?" Davina mocked instead.

Dave snorted. How could she say such about him. He was scared of such smell, it's just that he had perceived them a lot during his last trips to the scene and it left a long lasting stench on his nose.

Davina continued walking forward. She ascended the stairs and stopped in front of a door.

"This should be the girl's room right?" She asked just to be sure.

Dave nodded. Just as she was about to push the door open, a big hand held hers.

"Believe me Davina, you would throw up at the sight." He warned.

She stopped and smiled. Withdrawing her hand from his and totally ignoring the sweet feeling that came with their hands entwined, she folded her hands under her bosom and asked, "How horrible? Describe on a scale of one to ten."

"Eleven"

Davina burst out laughing. She laughed for a long time that Dave became embarrassed.

"Alright alright, stop laughing. If you think you're brave enough to walk in then do. Just be aware I won't console you when you cry out in fright!" he snapped, then stood by her side with a gloomy look.

Davina instantly stopped laughing. She wondered what was wrong with the man's fluctuating emotions.

Silently rolling her eyes, she pushed the door open and walked in. What met their noses was a stench stronger than that of the living room's.

She frowned heavily. Her eyes sauntered across the room trying to pick out the cause of the smell. Finally, she spotted something under the bed.

She walked towards the bed, and pushed it far away with a leg. The bed hit the wall and shrunk.

Dave who was glancing around flinched. He turned to look at the bed and then at Davina.

"Did you just push that bed away?" He asked. He glanced at the bed which now looked rickety. He couldn't tell if the state of the room had spolit it's quality but he chose to believe it was because of that she was able to slam it away at such a force.

"The bed was already rickety. I wasn't even expecting it to go that far, tsk!" Davina answered catching the disbelieving look in his eyes.

"Alright."

He walked towards her and stopped beside her. Together, they both stared down at the metallic container.

None of them was willing to bed and push the half opened lid away. While Dave tried to picture what it is that could be in the lid, Davina's eyes caught the scratches on the wall.

On a closer look it didn't look like a struggle, or one's fingerprint. It looked more like the perpetrator was having fun or a mark he usually left after completing his killing.

Thinking of that, she turned her head to Dave, "Who was the last to get killed?"

"The way I see it, I think it's the boy. Because, if you noticed, the mother was found dead in her daughter's bedroom and then her daughter was killed on her bed. There is certainly no way the perpetrator would leave the daughter for the son who seems to be the last that was killed."

After hearing him, Davina once again had to come up with another analysis in her head.

If she wasn't the last to be killed and her brother was, did it mean the perpetrator knowing the 12-year-old was the only one alive wanted to have a little bit of fun before murdering him, therefore, he had resorted to scaring him and letting the boy run to the kitchen to hide in the cupboard?

"Maybe the witch in the pack will know." She muttered. She was no longer scared to say it as she now knew that the man beside him had no believe in any of those.

"Witch? Really? Girl, I don't know if you've been watching a lot of fantasy or supernatural movies and now had the inculcated in you that you no longer knew what is real and what is not." Dave laughed, then placed a hand on her shoulder looking like he was about to give her an important advice, "Davina, this is the real world and things such as Vampires, Werewolf, Witches, Fairies and the rest of them doesn't exist. They're just something made by us humans to keep up entertained. Don't you get?"

Davina smiled at him but didn't say a word. She wondered how he'd react when he finds out she was a werewolf.

"He's gonna die of fright. So try to prepare his mind." Ann said lazily.

Davina shook her head, then gently brushed his hand off her shoulder. Then shot him a warning look. She had tolerated a lot from him. Especially him treating her like a child.

The duo walked out of the room. The two headed towards the bedroom on the third floor but Davina's nose swiftly caught a familiar smell. She stopped dead on her tracks.

It was the familiar smell of cat man.