Catman Mac

Homicide Report-

Detective Joe Morrison

Badge number : 1024 August 26, 2013

11:34 P.M.

411 NW Carter Dr. One deceased male age 26 Large entry wound to neck. Eyes removed. Rib cage crushed. Skin scratched. And no witnesses.

"Hey Tom, what we got this time?"

"Yeah, it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head, "Same M.O. Skin clawed, neck ripped open. Similar from previous deceased victims at the previous scenes."

"How many does this make?" the detective asked

"Are we counting the one at the local cemetery?" Jason inquired.

"No, not yet anyway." replied Detective Morrison.

"Six then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Tom said to the detective squinting his eyes.

"Yeah I hear ya, but there was no eyes present. It's his calling card, there's no way he'd leave out that little detail. This guys sick, it's his ritual. They may be connected, but it may be a copy cat. I'm not giving him the credit till I'm sure."

The detective pulled out his lucky zippo, and rubbed it with his finger as he examined the apple engraving on it's surface. As he lit his cigarette, he noticed the pale ring around his left ring finger. He took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair, and exhaled.

The dark, wet, foggy, and abandoned amusement park was slightly illuminated by Danny's flashlight, as he shined it every few seconds to see where he was headed. His eyes scanned the darkness, and he shook crazily. What had happened to him last night was a mystery.

He thought back, back to the bar. He had just came in with some friends, just a fun night out. Nothing could have happened, or so he thought. Now he was trembling, walking from ride to ride at sunset.

Again he thought back, but everything was a blur. He passed an old ratty Freak show tent, where that old urban legend about a freak by the name of "Catman Mac" who killed people at night. Danny didn't believe in that old folktale. He thought it was just a bunch of people trying to get a good scare.

He made his way to the bumper cars. He walked, he clenching his eyes shut tight for moments at a time. He was huddled into his coat for warmth as the cold fog covered him for what seemed like an eternity. Just as his eyelids took cover of his eyes, something shined out of the corner of his vision.

He instantaneously flashed his eyes open once again, and his pupils became wide.

He looked around.

Night had already came.

Nothing stood out in the blackness and the fog.

He spun around and continued his way back, hoping he would make it home around eleven O' clock.

As he studied his surroundings, he remembered a rollercoaster, "The Inferno", he used to ride with his childhood playmates. It involved fire as they would speed down drops and spin through loops. He thought to himself out loud. “I miss those times. Damn I loved that ri-” His voice trailed off. Danny heard something punt an empty soda can off in the distance behind him. Danny shined his flashlight to the source of the noise.

"Hello?! Is someone there?!" He called out.

Nothing, or no one, ever answered. Just as Danny called out again, he felt something small run past him with a screech. Terrified, he began running through the abandoned amusement park, and he soon became lost. He continued on anyway, hoping for a way out. He somehow found his way to the main gate.

“Somebody please.. help me!” he called out as he shook the main gate, the gate was indeed locked.

The sound of growling and hissing became present. An army of feral cats had Danny cornered. There was another set of them behind the main gate. Danny was surrounded. Not hesitating, Danny climbed up the gate and landed in the other cats' path, he dodged them quickly as they chased Danny through the parking lot, Danny climbed in his car, and as he was about to turn on the ignition...

-CRASH!!!-

The car shook violently as something slammed down upon it. Danny looked franticly to see what it was, but suddenly his window burst into shards as he felt two steely ice cold hands reach through the window and grasp him. Pulling him out through the opening and then being tossed to the concrete. The feral cats backed away, knowing that whatever this thing was, it was their terrifying master. He lay there motionless as he looked on in terror as a tall lanky figure stared at him. He worn no shirt his skin was covered in greyish black fur. He wore jeans and an old pair of shoes. The figure jumped down from the hood of the car, Danny crab walked away from the figure. That's when he saw his face.

The creature's head, was the most peculiar. It's similar to a Cornish Rex, and a hairless cat.

He picked up Danny by the jacket with his retractable clawed hands, and stared at him with the most terrifying hatred anyone would've cringed at. The feral cats just looked on, still making those hissing and growling sounds. Danny could feel the monster's breath flowing in his face. He almost gagged at the smell of it. It was worse than the stench of a skunk, worse than a mountain of garbage. It was the aroma of death, blood, and rotting flesh. The figure then leaned in closer, and...

-CRUNCH!!!-