The vampyre child (Part V)

Sergeant Blaine’s diary…

6.6.6(Tuesday)

This day has been ominous…
Yes, that is the right word…
Each moment of this day is going to haunt me throughout my life…

Emily did not want me to go to work today. She called up just at 12 am in the morning. It has been around 4 years but she still seems to care for me. Sometimes I feel we shouldn’t have parted at the first place.
She feared it was the day of the devil and I might harm myself trying to do something good. She has always been the superstitious kind. Frankly, I hate that attitude.

At around 1am in the morning we got a frantic call from some doctor.
He reported a murder.
I was on patrol with Mike when we received the message from headquarters and headed for the spot immediately. It was asked that no one should touch anything before I arrive.

In the lobby of the hospital a white clad human circle surrounded a spot. We had to clear our way through.

And what we saw…is ineffable…it was beyond any wild human imagination…

Before us laid a lady…completely soaked in blood…her arms splayed open…and eyes opened wider…as if staring straight into mine…there was pain in those eyes… her stomach was torn open…someone must have done it with one go… a certain uneasiness overpowered me…I could not stand the scene for that moment but later my eyes grew adapt…
On the floor, besides her, sat a baby…yes, a human infant…her child…
But it did not cry.
It kept staring everybody around. I couldn’t believe my senses that I was looking at a newborn, the child of the deceased. Somehow he did not seem normal.
It was just a feeling…a feeling that I cannot express in words…

A chill ran through my spine…
I could feel my skin crawling…
I have experienced many ghastly murders in my career as a cop but nobody had ever gone to such an extent of brutality.
Human kind has hit the nadir.

As I write these words I am feeling as if the scene is still alive in front of me.
How can anybody stoop so low as to murder a pregnant, hapless woman by slicing her stomach into two?
How can anybody be so unfeeling?
And how on earth did the baby come out unhurt?
These questions are there to stay etched in my mind for long.

There were mostly doctors and a few male nurses. As a part of the job I asked questions.
The doctors suggested that the murder took place around 12:00 am-12:15 am.
One of them said that there was a blackout before they heard her scream. She was at the counter. How everything happened in a flash nobody is able to explain. They say, it just happened! There was a little commotion when the lights were out but the deathly silence prevailed once the lights came back.

Around 15-20 people were present there, and then how come anybody got out without being noticed by anyone and that too after doing such an act.

We received a tape recorder from the crime scene but there was no recorded message in it. The tape was missing. Maybe if we find the tape that can lead to some clue.

There was the formal interrogation session. The doctor who called us, some doctor Patel, came forward to explain. According to him, the woman had come there for abortion and he knew her personally and was the last man to talk with her.
From him we got her address.
But, somehow I felt that the doctor was holding back something.
I will interrogate him again later.

In the flat we found a strangled old lady. She was in her mid sixties. Most probably some pillow or thick clothing was used to silence her for good.
She was murdered earlier than the lady at the hospital, maybe in the morning.

The plot has gone murkier after the revelation of the 2nd murder.
Everything is just muddled up.

The doctor himself asked to take care of the infant as there was no one to look after him. He was over enthusiastic when I told him that one application and some legal formalities will do the work. I have a gut feeling that he somehow is involved in all this. I will keep a track of him.

Really, after so many days I missed Emily.
She would have comforted me…
I need to get some sleep now…
Tomorrow is going to be hectic…
Hope the new guy Maverick is less irksome than the earlier one…





Dr. Patel’s daybook…

6th June

I have seen hell in these two days. Yes, whatever I have experienced is nothing less than hell.

The lady Marianne is dead. And what I came to know from the officer is that her aunt is also dead.
Yesterday, Marianne called up and said that she wanted to abort her child.
Before I reached the hospital, she was murdered. Someone had sliced open her abdomen. To my surprise the baby…yes, ‘the predator baby’ was gone.
And in the pool of blood sat the other child, which I had assumed would die.
Yes, the second baby lived…
I recognized it by the missing two finger, which I had noticed in the scan...

I know not how, but it is still with me.

It seems someone murdered her just to get away with the baby.
I did not reveal everything to the cop. He must have thought me crazy and it was a possibility that he would have linked me with the murder.

It is all unbelievable and if someday someone happens to read my daybook, may assume me to be a madman.

But I must put everything down.

The baby, which is with me, does not seem to be normal.
He had a bloodbath at birth and in no way he could have survived all that has happened. Firstly, the days spent with the predator in the womb and now this incident. But he is still alive…

He did not intake milk.
He seemed to be licking himself or maybe he was just injuring himself a bit and then licking up the wound. I was unable to figure that out at the first instant. But I realized that it had something to do with blood. I also noticed his wounds healing. They were tiny and filled up really fast.

When I tried to feed him blood, he just couldn’t be stopped.
He gulped down a glassful of it.

He is something supernatural.
Yes, maybe he is a vampire…
Maybe he can open the doors of new age medical sciences…
Maybe he can lead man to a healthier and longer life…
I see a better tomorrow for mankind after this poignant night...

What if I have lost ‘the predator child’…

I still have with me …‘The Vampyre child ’…

The vampyre child (Part IV)

5th June 2006 (Monday)

9:30 pm.

My hands quivered as I sat down to write.
I couldn’t…
I record this whilst I walk towards my destination…

Doom is at the door.
I had to make a decision, and probably I have taken one…
I fear not death…
It has to come some day or the other…but I had never predicted such miserable hours for myself.
Oh my God…give me strength to continue…

Dr.Patel visited in the morning. He was confused as ever.
He wanted me to know the complete reality of the ultrasound that he had performed.

He said that one of the babies is a predator, which is just feeding on the other one. I could have punched him on the face for that comment, but after the last night’s revelations, it was not impossible on my part to believe.
He showed some scanned images and said that I may go into labor soon. He added that one foetus has already been ingested and finally there would be only one live baby. I struck me that Desmond was also referring to only one child. He then babbled for 30 minutes more about some scientific progress but I could not understand.

I can see the building now…
It must be a 30-minute walk from now…
I feel I am walking through the corridors to the scaffold…

9:39 pm.

In the afternoon, I got a tape. This time Desmond had recorded the message for me. I want to re-record whatever was in the tape.

“Dear Mary,
I am your culprit and don’t worry, I am going to get an uglier and wilder end. There are no heavens for me. I could never have told directly to you so, this happens to be a convenient way of communicating…

You are going to give birth to the ultimate beast…
A hybrid of man and vampire…
They call him Diabolos…
He is supposed to settle at the top of the food chain and eventually, a new life form will eliminate man from the face of earth.
He is the sinner...
He always was…
Incarnated and reincarnated again and again…
But this time he is more powerful, more powerful than he ever was…
While I speak to you through this tape, he would be devouring our child in your womb…yes, our child Mary. The one whom we had always dreamt of!
I know I can never justify my infidelity…
I obeyed them just to get a cure…
And look at me now, Mary, I am more wretched than a leper…
I got my share of treachery…
They will very soon find me…chop off my head…and drive a stake through my heart…
I will lie…
I will lie in a dark grave till the judgement day…and repent for what I did to you…repent for all my sins…an eternal repentance…

Time is short Mary, the date is near…06.06.06…yes, 666…just after 6 months, 6 days and 6 hours of pregnancy, the beast is destined to take birth…they had foretold it long ago…

I advise that you abort the child…
I know it will destroy our child too, if he is still alive but there is no other way…
Kill the mother in you…
That child will be a disgrace…to you…to our love…to mankind…
Once you do it, you will be absolved…
Once again accepted by God as His child…
Your God is merciful…

They will do anything it takes to prevent you from doing it, but they cannot harm you. You carry their master.
Think fast and act soon, Mary.
This is perhaps the last time you hear me.
Take care, if you can…”

Then there was a hysterical laugh followed by a few sobs.
I somehow understand his dilemma.
He is being punished too. I can visualize him saying those words.
But his words gave me a hope.
What if my child is still alive?
But, there can’t be another scan…
There is no time…

9:52 pm.

I did not see aunt Martha throughout the day…
In the evening I decided to visit the church.
But, I did not enter its premises…I could not…
My feet burned. I screamed as I saw the smoke rising. A scar…yes, it left a scar.
At this point the God banishes me too…
He disowns me…
I am ostracized…
I am going to give birth to a devil…
This makes me a sinner…
My blood is rinsing his flesh…I am as evil as he is…

9:58 pm.

The dogs are howling in the vicinity…crying will be a better word…
I had never liked it in my childhood…
I still don’t like it…
If you observe, it is like music…
A melancholy…
Some vague…remote memories are cropping up…
Feeling nostalgic…
I am all alone…
Why me? I ask you Jesus…why me??

10.02 pm.

It must end today…all of it…
I am standing in front of the hospital building. I had called Dr. Patel. He will be here soon…

The vampyre child (Part III)

4th June 2006(Sunday)

If in case something happens to me, I wanted people to know what happened to me…
The last two days had been horrible and eventful alike.
These two days have changed my life altogether. I know not what’s going to be my future. I know not what’s going to be my child’s future.

But one thing is for sure…the time is limited.

On Saturday morning, Dr. Patel visited us. He said that he was just passing this way and decided to pay us a visit but I think the visit was premeditated. Aunt Martha tried to entertain him to her best but he kept asking about my health and diet. Nowhere we find such concerned doctors who pay visits to their patients! It was obvious that he was holding back something.
Well, his questions like ‘Did you experience the pain again?’ ‘Do you feel anything strange inside?’ etc. annoyed me a bit. You don’t like men younger to you asking such questions.
‘Maybe something had cropped up in the report’, ‘maybe he had hit upon something strange which he won’t tell aunt in front of me’, these thoughts invaded my mind. When people knowingly suppress something you get anxious to know it. I left him alone with aunt.
He left in an hour.

In the evening while reading an article I dozed off. I was remembering the old days…the good old days spent with Desmond when I had an uneasy feeling. It was a queer noise as if someone was making a synchronized strike on some surface. And to my utter surprise I found Desmond knocking at the glass window. I couldn’t believe my senses…but it was he, in flesh and blood.
I rushed to open the windowsill and he entered.

He had changed a lot in this span of time. I observed the great scar running from his forehead to cheek cutting his right eye. His only eye was glowing green, just the same when he left me. He had grown paler. I was dumbfounded and just kept staring blankly at his face. Two drops trickled down my cheek and my quivering lips uttered just one word… “Why?”
He distanced himself from me. “I don’t have your answers Mary. I made a mistake and am still paying for it. There is no penance for me.”
He paused, looked straight into my eyes.
“Do you still love me Mary?”
“I loved you Des!”
“Do you still believe me?”
He was staring straight into my face. I nodded in positive.
He shook my shoulders fervently.
“Answer me Marianne!”, he almost shouted.
“Don’t be harsh to me. Yes…yes I do.”
“Oh, darling I didn’t mean to hurt you.”, he moved and sat on a stool. “Then you shall trust my words. I am cursed Marianne…so are you!”

“It’s a long story Mary. We have inadequate time. I am running from them Mary…I have been running all these days…They will be here any moment. I don’t want you to get hurt. They had planned this out…all of it! My meeting with you, our marriage, my retreat…all was a plan Mary. I was a part of it”, he covered his face with his palms.
I was quiet. I moved near him, “I don’t understand Des…”

He rose again, “Oh, I will go mad! I am a vampire Marianne…a night dweller…a blood sucker. I had been infected the night I was moved to your hospital. That is how vampire population increases. I never wanted you to be like me…and perhaps that was my fault. I was used like a puppet Mary. I was not their target…you were! They will kill me the moment they catch hold of me…” It was almost an outburst. And in the dim light of the room I could clearly visualize those two overgrown canines… the bare fangs of a parasite. The memories when he refused to visit the church…the memories when he refused to venture out in broad daylight…all danced before my eyes like a flashback.
The pinna of my ears got a burning sensation…
My jaws remained parted…
My tongue refused to leave its place…
The only words that I could utter were, “Oh Christ!”
He spoke, “I know it’s hurting, but I never meant to cheat you…I loved you Mary.”

I pushed him away. It was as if hell had broken loose on my head.
“So, what brings you here today Des. Get lost. You have ruined me. Leave my children and me alone. You are nobody for us.”
I broke down. For a moment I feared…but if he had to do anything, he could have done much earlier!
He came close.
“Destroy the foetus Marianne!”
“No way!”, I shouted. It probably woke up aunt Martha. I could hear her grumble downstairs.
“You have to listen and believe Mary. I want humanity to live, therefore, I ask for the child to be killed. This child is a curse for humanity. It shall not live.”
I slapped him tight on the face.
Just then I felt the unbearable pain in my womb. It was as if someone was biting the insides of it. I lost my balance. He kept whispering in my ears till I could listen no more. Perhaps I fell unconscious.

I woke up today morning.
Desmond was gone and aunt Martha was standing besides me. I held her tight and sobbed for a few moments. She was unaware of yesterday’s happenings and I didn’t want to bother her. I must fight alone.


Dr. Patel called up in the afternoon.
He seemed anxious.
He blurted out incoherent words, which rarely made any sense, but one thing was for sure…he talked about the foetus. He said the baby was unusual. He talked of some weird example of a shark, which eats its siblings or so. I could not make head and tail of it. He asked for permission to come over here to meet me. I had no objection.

Whenever Desmond left me sleeping, he always left a message for me. This was his old habit. He must have done it this time too. I must find that.

I know I am going to give birth to the child of a vampire…an unwanted child that should not take birth. But I am going to be a mother…how can I destroy the life, which I am going to create…which I have nourished for 6 long months.

Somebody is at the door.
I think the doctor has arrived.
I must meet padre Jason tomorrow. Hope he can show me the way.

Oh, Christ give me strength.
Show me a way…

The vampyre child (Part II)

2nd June 2006(Friday)

I am too excited as I record today’s happenings, but I should go chronologically.

In the morning I skipped the breakfast.
These days I feel hungry more often than earlier. Aunt says it is usual in pregnancies but I had never felt hungrier. This was the second time in 6 months that I skipped a meal the first being when I was thrown out of my job.
I had the appointment with the sonographer, Dr.Patel, at 11:00 am.
The meeting got delayed by another 2 hours.

Initially I was perturbed but became more than ecstatic when I saw in the monitor not one but two lives cuddling each other. They were like two little lumps of flesh. I was fascinated by their behavior. Their heads were moving like two tender balls (when I was a nurse I always loved to touch the tender heads of newborns!).
In the purgatory span of human life God always saves some heavenly moments for us. I thanked the man sitting there as well as his creator for giving me such a moment.
Aunt Martha’s gaze was fixed on the screen as well. I knew that she would just go clapping and distributing cakes in the neighborhood once we get back.
She talked with the doctor for a few minutes, taking tips for care of the would-be mother. Then we returned.

I gorged upon the cakes on our return.

She did what I had thought and then there were congratulating and blessing aunts all over the lobby. They asked me not to do any work in the coming days and promised any help that they could extend.
Sometimes I feel my life was not that much miserable at all!

At the end of the day, I am happier than ever and have a lot of time to capture these pleasant moments in my diary. This recorder thing is wonderful too. You have to just press a button and speak. I will put it down in my diary tomorrow. Too tired to do it now.

A strange wind is blowing these days…
It makes me shudder at times; giving goose bumps every now and then...
I am feeling sleepy…
Fireplace is a nice invention…
I miss Desmond…
He always talked about the baby...
If he ever returns he will be delighted to know that it is not just one baby but two babies…
I love you, Des…



Dr. Patel’s daybook…

2nd June
A rare case again!
Another rare child is going to be born.
In the morning, a woman visited me with her aunt. She is pregnant. They wanted an ultrasound to be done. All was fine and a routine affair till the machine was made on…

She is going to have twins…but I fear that only one will survive.
There is no visible deformity or any disorder but I have this gut feeling.

So, I must put down everything I saw…
There were two live fetuses and some remains that I believe to be of a third fetus. The mother felt that the two individuals are just cuddling each other or some other such wild stuff but one child seems to be living on his sibling!
He seems to be feeding on the other child…
The remains are probably the leftover of the previous meal…
I have no proof to testify my statement and maybe this is just a weird thought of my mind and all this makes no sense. But if it is true then somewhat a superhuman is going to take birth. This can very well open the doors for a stronger, disease free form of human kind.
I had a word with her aunt and she said that previously too one night she had felt this pain that she was experiencing today after skipping the meal.
I asked her for a fetoscopy to be conducted but she flatly refused.

I had the scanned images and after analyzing them found that the second child is a lot weaker than the first and perhaps injured at places. It’s too difficult to get to an answer. I did not tell her about this ‘to be dead’ child.
I have kept my diagnosis to myself and assured her that all will be fine.

God forgive me for I being a doctor cheated my profession. But this would have been a traumatic experience for her. After hearing this she might have even opted for an abortion. Moreover the aunt seems to be a muddle headed catholic.

Finally, I want the child to be born…for the sake of science…for the sake of a better future…

The birth will be premature and probably within a few days…
I hope that she will come to us for delivery…
I must visit her this weekend, that'll be a goodwill gesture.

The vampyre child (Part-I)

1st June 2006(Thursday)

I am Marianne, a nurse at the City hospital.
I know, I am no good at writing but I have to do this.
I believe something very awful is going to happen. There is no base for such belief, but something inside me keeps on telling me that the days to come are turbulent.
At times, writing your heart out helps too.

It is actually seven months to the day I met Desmond.
Yes, Desmond…my husband.

It was a stormy night.
I had the night duty when he was brought into the casualty ward. A young man, square jawed, blue eyed and fair complexioned.
It always seems strange to me how men get themselves injured so badly. He was severely hurt but was conscious. He looked straight into my eyes as if I was the only hope and smiled faintly. And you know, sometimes it takes just a look to fall in love.

Most of the wounds were on the neck and wanted immediate dressing. The throat was literally torn apart. Maybe he came affront to some ferocious beast. The chances were scarce as told by the doctors. But he was operated upon and survived. It was nothing less than a miracle.

It was during the nursing and rest periods that I came close to him.
He took my promise that I would never ask him about his ordeal that night. Perhaps he wanted to forget those agonizing moments. I had no problems with that.
In the process of conversation I came to know that he had nobody to look after in this world (I too had runaway from my home long ago). He spoke very less of his past, his background and all. In short I knew only that he was Desmond and he loved me as much as I loved him.
We developed an unseen bond…a pure bond of love.
He was discharged a few weeks later.

We decided to get married!

He demanded that we should never visit a church for the ceremonies. He had no faith in God who had led him to such suffering. (Ironically, I visit the church every Sunday!) However, I had to surrender to his wishes. We never visited a church together but I continued my practice.

One damned night, he got what I should say a weird and ominous message written in red. I don’t know its contents but I was certainly not a good one. (I curse the sender that he will burn in the pyres of hell).
I could see a fire raging in his eyes. His face was taut, as if to conceal the expression of fear.
It was the height of excitement…
I had never seen him in such anxiety…
He was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown…

Next day, he was gone.

He had left just one message for me: -
‘I was not a worthy guy for an angel like you. I don’t want you to get hurt, so, I am leaving. Take care of yourself and my baby. And if possible try to forgive me.’

Till date I have no news of him. I don’t even know if he is alive or dead.
And today, I am exactly 6 months pregnant with his child. I can feel him inside me. It is as if he is too impatient to come out.
A good old lady, aunt Martha, is taking care of me these days. On her suggestion I am going for an ultrasound tomorrow. I am eager to take a look at my little one.

Let’s see what awaits us.

The vampyre:- Part 10( 13th July,2008)

Hi, this is Zack…Zack Maverick, sergeant Blaine’s friend, although he preferred the word colleague. It’s all so much confusing and unclear that I am unable to get to a final conclusion. The way everything happened makes me shudder.
I must submit here the chronology of everything that happened to my friend…my mentor.

28th June
For the last few weeks, complaints of some people getting kidnapped and some being bitten by unseen pests were reported in the Rontec locality.
On 28th Sergeant busted the Vampire cult residing in the old castle. Those people were indulged in all sorts of inhuman activities. Blood slurping, sacrifices and all.
He had a great discussion with the cult leader, lasting some hours. We were unaware of the matter they discussed, but it was sure that the leader didn’t speak anything pleasant. Sergeant slapped him on the face before he left.
The whole night the man did not eat, neither he drank but kept smiling behind the bars. Occasionally injuring his lips and then trying to lick the oozing blood.

29th June
Thousands of bloodthirsty, menacing vampire bats were poisoned to save the town from any lurking danger of rabies or plague. As far as our records are concerned the remaining cult members were tracked down and were arrested.
They will be prosecuted for their barbaric acts.

30th June
The headquarters for his commitment and bravery rewarded Officer Blaine.

1st July
He was asked to carry on further investigation with me. The cult people were sent to the prison.

In between he was out of touch that led me to believe that he was on leave.

6th July
He sent in his resignation letter, which was not accepted. I was asked to check in and see if my partner is okay. I tried to contact after my duty hours were over, but in vain.

8th July
I tried to contact him early. He asked me to come over, but when I came, he was out with his doctor friend Maurice. I left back the note “I was here…” duly signed by me.

11th July
We got another complaint from a resident of Rontec locality, but this time of some foul odour, which she suspected to be of some dead animal. We had earlier reports that one pet dog was killed on 3rd July.

12th July
Sergeant called up. He reported a murder.
When we arrived, we found him in the lobby in an intoxicated state, with perhaps a drug overdose. He looked horribly pale. He was injured too. The shirt he wore was completely drenched in blood; we later found that it was Miss Nicholson’s. An ambulance was called for help.

Later
In the evening, after a great search, we discovered the corpses of reporter Ana Nicholson in the castle and that of Dr. Maurice in the backyard. It’s sure that someone had tried to provide it a grave or may be he wanted the police to notice it with little effort.
We found the doctor’s mobile near a flowerpot with sergeant’s fingerprints on them and also we discovered many syringes, which were perhaps used for illegal drug intake.

The reports conclude that there was a high amount of heroin in officer Blaine’s blood.
And the forensic evidence suggests that the murderer is he.
He has not spoken since this morning.
We are unsure if his mental stability still exists or not.

I am unable to convince myself that why???
What led this hearty man to rely on drugs?
Why did he kill his closest friends?
There are no reasons.

13th July
Officer Blaine was declared mentally unfit and was stripped off his position. He may be charged with homicide and it is a possibility that he will be sent to an asylum.

I am not satisfied, and after visiting this place through his seized laptop, I am confident that what we see is not always the truth.
Firstly, there are no concrete reasons for the murders. Secondly, I am unable to get to the core of this case of ‘chits’. He has mentioned that he received chits, but we did not recover any, except the one, which he had clutched hard to his heart and is duly mentioned here by him. Thirdly, we had no news from the prison people if the cult leader was there or not. It’s only today evening that they have confirmed their arrival. And finally, all these days, my friend was on high drug dosage and in such a state the mind loses ability to think properly, so it is almost impossible that he cooked up this story and wrote it here.
Let’s see if I can get to the core of the things.
First I have to meet him. I have got an appointment for day after tomorrow.
I will try my best to make him speak, not to a cop but to a friend.

The vampyre:- Part 9 (12th July, 2008)

The last few days have changed my life altogether…
What was my sin??
What for I was made to pay such a huge price??
I did my duty…as a cop…as a human…
Nobody helped me…
Now, it doesn’t make any difference…
As I write this, I hold in my hand, the final note in red…
“You wronged us,
We ruined you…”


I discovered myself in the castle this morning…
There were rats all over me…
White rats who had turned red with my blood…
They were nibbling through my flesh…
Trying to acquire as much as they could with their petite mouths…
My body had gone numb…
I gathered full force and crushed one to death…
Others fled.

I was lying all alone in the castle; completely drenched is sweat and blood…
The creepy crawly sensation still persists…
I feel a hundred ants biting me at a time…
I feel them all over me…

Had I known the devilish intentions of those people, I would have never called up my friends for help…
Now, I repent.
As I tried to walk out of the castle, I spotted the same poor man, now in black…
He was stout…
I was not a dream…
He was smiling…a fiendish smile it was.
It was as if at once I got all my memory back…
It was like a flashback…
The memories of our 1st encounter…no, not on 7th July…but on 28th June…
He had warned me earlier… “Never let a vengeful enemy live!”
Now, he handed over the note to me and walked away triumphantly…
Just then I caught sight of a body…lying in a pool of blood…
He turned to me once again, now with a satanic smile…
A smile, which I would never forget…
Through his parted lips his canines shone like that of a carnivore…
“That’s a gift my friend!”, he laughed as he walked away...

I recognized the body…
It was Ana…
She laid motionless…
There was a lull…the silence of death…
Her corpse seemed to smile at me…
I had realized the loss…
Life had ended for me then and there…
I broke down hysterically…

There were no hallucinations…
It was all real…
The cult had taken its revenge…

It’s calm in here…
As if a storm has just passed…
There are two puncture marks on my throat…
The perforations are tiny, but it hurts…
I know not what is the cause of them…I don’t want to know either…
I have called the police…
I write this while I wait for them to arrive…