“Now, can you tell the detective what you told me ma’am,” the officer says.
She looks over to the detective, and clears her throat, “Like I said, it was about fifteen minutes before I heard her scream, and there was this guy, dancing on her balcony, all graceful and shit.”
“Yeah, like he was on one of those TV shows. You know the dancing one, with all those washed up wanna be stars who need to be relevant again so they go on that show and hope everyone will remember who they were and they’ll be back in the limelight.”
“Okay, you’ve lost me, what?” The detective says.
“It’s okay sir, I know what she’s talking about, ballroom dancing.”
“Yeah, like I said, graceful and shit.”
“Do you think if I had a profiler sit with you, you’d be able to help get a composite sketch of the dancer made?”
“No way, dude was dancing up a storm. I was too busy watching his feet, than his face, I love those shows, but he was old, like in his fifties, maybe older. That I’m sure of,” she says with a beaming smile.
“Okay, thanks for your help Samantha, if we need any more information someone will be in contact,” the detective says before he heads back to the crime scene, the officer following closely behind.
“So, you think it’s the same guy?”
“Everything else fits, accept the dancing and that a victim isn’t missing their kidney, but I’d say being interrupted caused that slip up.”
“Maybe the dancing has always been a part of his routine, we’ve never had an eyewitness before.”
“Maybe, we’ll know more when forensics gets here, maybe he left a clue, it’s not as pristine as the other scenes, this could be the one. We should also cross reference all the victims and see if any of them had some sort of connection to ballroom dancing, actually make it any sort of dancing, just to be safe.” The detective says.
Samantha closes the door of her apartment behind her and smiles, “They won’t bother us, I’ve made sure of it,” she says.
“I don’t know how to show my appreciation, if they’d found me there tonight, I would’ve certainly been blamed for her murder. What did you tell them?”
“Told them I saw some old dude dancing on her balcony a few minutes before I heard her scream, they ate it up.”
He smiles, “Dancing? Really? And they brought it, amazing,” he says as he walks over to the window and peers out, across the court yard, at the flashing lights and laughs. “Truly, I don’t know how to thank you, it will be of course, such a shame.”
“Sorry? I don’t follow.”
“Of course you don’t,” he says as he backhands her to the ground, her eyes widen in horror as she realises her mistake, as his pretty smile, is soon replaced by a twisted, evil snarl and he soon has his hands around her throat.
“You don’t fit my profile, but I have to eat, and sometimes the closest meal is the best!” He says as her cold, dead eyes stare back at him.
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.