This was a 750 word challenge story for the above photo of a sculpture by Rook Floro. He calls it ‘Shadow.’
This challenge was set by Miranda Kate, please find her on twitter @PurpleQueenNL. The challenge is part of her #MidWeekFlash game on Facebook, and the link is below the story.
An Unusual Case
This case promised to be unusual. I could never have imagined just how unusual it would turn out. The house I was called to was normal for the city. Every room inside was filled with the debris of a cluttered existence. Since the advent of social media, I’d noticed a steady increase of hoarders. I picked my way through layers of stench ridden trash looking for the sergeant who called me. I found her looking green in the kitchen – I could see why too.
“Sergeant Frost, why? Oh, why did you open the blasted fridge!”
“Bad idea…” Frost vomited in the sink. “…Gah! I’ll never get that stench out of my nostrils. I need to bleach my eyes too!” she replied.
The fridge was filled with mould and putrid, rotten food. I forced my stomach to behave. “So, why did you bring me to this rubbish tip with walls?”
“Yeah, thanks for coming, Detective Gracey. The police were called to reports of screaming. I found the front door open and let myself into this hell hole to check on the homeowner – a Ms Fern Zach. I found this…” Frost entered a utility room. She showed me gelatinous, black gunge in two lines, like drag marks heading out of the backdoor.
“Okay… This place only gets weirder,” I said having crouched for a closer look. I noticed bare footprints and blonde hair strands visible in the substance.
“I think its crude oil.” Frost rubbed her forehead.
“Agreed.” I rose to my feet and headed out the backdoor following the black substance. The garden was buried beneath more trash dumped from the house. Behind a festering sofa was an open manhole ending the trail. “Sergeant we need Environmental Services, please.”
“I’ll get on it.” Frost took up her radio.
I’d always been fearless except for one thing – narrow, dark spaces. Claustrophobia was a hang-up for me. I peered into the darkness – I had no choice, “I’ll go, take a look.”
Having flicked on my torch, I climbed down into the manhole. I was sweating before I even reach the bottom, ten feet below. By the diameter of the piping, I knew this was a storm drain. The water was black with the oil I was following. I headed upstream in the dank, gloom; feeling more constricted the further I went. An oily handprint led me into a side tunnel and eventually a room of sorts. It was an outflow of three drains into the one I entered. Flashing my torch about the space, I saw her – the homeowner crouched beneath a large pipe. She was coated in oily gunge and wide-eyed with shock.
“I’m Detective Gracey. Are you okay, Ms Zach?” I asked having stepped through the contaminated water toward her.
“It didn’t hurt m-me!” I saw her lift a trembling hand, pointing across the room.
Following her direction, I picked out a ton of rubbish, mainly plastics, and… “Ah heck!” My light found a container with a terrifying symbol upon it. “Radioactive waste! Just wonderf-” I’d continued panning my torch across the room and there he or rather it was, skulking among roots growing from the walls. Shape like a human, it had the appearance of a shadowy mesh. My light gleamed upon its globular skin which oozed oil.
“W-what is it?” asked Fern, her words making me flinch.
I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing, and I’d seen the strangest things the world had on offer as a detective. “It’ll be okay, Ms Zach,” I lied – I had no idea what was going to happen. “You – get on your knees!” I ordered the being.
It opened its hollow mouth, my light hitting the wall behind as it let out an unearthly, skin-crawling wail.
“Don’t move!” I drew my gun.
It raised its black, oozing hands and stepped forward.
“I said, don’t move!” I was abuzz with adrenaline – cold with mortal panic.
“H-h-e-l-p… m-e.” it managed.
“See, it means no harm. I think it grabbed me to get help,” Fern said.
“Okay, stay there. I’ll bring you help.” I promised the being.
It put its palms together; lowering its head in gratitude.
By the end of the most bizarre day in my life, I learned the being was once a human called Walter. He’d fallen into radioactive oil; dumped into the storm drain. Somehow it altered his molecular structure, making him as much oil as man.
“Listen world, please stop polluting our planet.”
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This is a reposting to remind of a story created on the 31st day for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.