The Omniscrolls

I was sitting in an interrogation room when two detectives walked in. “Hello, Mrs. Jeffries. I’m Detective Roland Matthews, and this is my partner, Janet Frazer. I’m sorry for your loss, but can we go through what happened?” “Yes, sure. I woke up to find Greg missing. When I checked the bathroom, he was lying on the ground. I noticed a needle next to him and knew he had been using again. All this time... How did I not notice?” “It’s not your fault, Mrs. Jeffries. I lost my brother to drugs, too. We didn’t know until it was too late; he hid it so well,” Detective Frazer said. “Mrs. Jeffries, have you got any insurance claims?” “No, I don’t. Greg wanted to get a life insurance policy, but I said no; I didn’t want to think of a life without him.” After the interrogation, I left the police station, still contemplating how to break the news to Greg’s parents. Once I arrived home, the house felt hollow. I wanted to walk out the door and spend the night at a hotel, but my body felt too heavy.

  Olivia woke up to the sound of the beating of drums. She looked around and found herself in unknown surroundings, wearing clothes that were foreign to her. Where am I? What the hell am I wearing? She noticed a strange man sleeping next to her; he, too, was dressed in unusual clothing. The man opened his eyes and looked at her with a full smile. “You're up, my queen,” he said, grabbing her hand. She pulled away and got off the bed. “What's wrong?” Right then, a girl not older than sixteen walked in, greeting them with a “good morning, my liege, my lady.” Olivia wasn’t sure what was happening. She wondered if her friends were behind this, and even pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “Who are you, and where am I?” “What’s wrong, my queen? I’m your maid, Avelia.” “My what? Did Carrie put you up to this?” “Adora, what’s wrong? I think you may have struck your head when you fell in the temple yesterday.” Olivia panicked and ran out the door immediately. Her heart race

  It was past 9:00 p.m., and I was going through an old homicide case file when my partner Christen walked into our office, saying we had a new case. There was a man behind her. He introduced himself as Leonard Mason. Leonard said his car had broken down near the Greenwood Forest. He had then walked around looking for a gas station and heard screams from the forest. Leonard had walked towards the forest and immediately hidden behind a bush when he saw a man holding a bloody knife pass by. He had been petrified for several minutes before finally mustering the courage to inspect the scene. He said that he found a headless body of a woman just a quarter-mile inside, and that he took a taxi right after to get to the station. I asked Leonard if he would be able to describe what the killer looked like to a sketch artist and he said yes. I sent him with my colleague David Grey. Christen and I then left for the crime scene. It was horrifying: the kill was fresh, and the scent of blood pervaded