Heeeyyyyyyy !!!!!!




There I am again and I am pissing you off with my loooong foreword * smile *!


No no!


Just need to get rid of a few things.




@Gorilla: Because of the blood test. You wrote that it sounded so clueless. You're right. I have no idea how a blood type is even determined. So I just made up something (but it seemed believable, because it didn't bother the others.). Otherwise: ARTIST'S FREEDOM !!!!




@Aminia: It doesn't matter if the others have already written down what you wanted to write. Just repeat it. I don't mind.




@ Serran: You're not that bad at guessing offenders. I can tell you, you are very close.




@ Mystral: Just want to thank you on this way for your many lovely comments * cuddly *. I really love you!



@ Paen777: What is sooooo urgent?




@ Son-GokuDaimao: If I mention the other five, then you too. I was really happy about your picking and I hope you and the others stay with me as attentive readers.




So, enough now!


I hope I didn't misspell the names above.


I just wish you a lot of fun now and we'll see you again at the end * grin *!




mysticAngel




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Sherlock Goku and the Mute House (3)






The doors were locked and the lights out. The research institute was in complete darkness. Nothing went on as usual for the last five minutes. Everything was paralyzed. Prof. Hoyer listened intently into the silence. He couldn't hear anything. Even in the basement, from the direction of which panicked screams had come, it was dead quiet. No sound, no noise, no sound and yet ......... yes, there was still something in the air.It ran down his spine as cold as ice. He still held the phone tightly. Trunks, who was standing next to him, was breathing shallowly and quickly. A sound made her startle.


CRACK!


Something cracked incredibly loud and echoed in the large room of the entrance hall. Trunks and Prof. Hoyer held their breath in horror. Who or rather WHAT was it?


CRACK!


Another crack almost fainted the two of them. Trunks wiped the sweat of fear from his forehead and Prof. Hoyer panted and grabbed his chest, close to his heart.


CRACK!


The third click this time was accompanied by a rattling sound. Something had fallen. In the dark you couldn't really see anything. The professor reached aside, paralyzed, and touched a muscular, bare arm. Definitely trunks.


"Mr. Trunks. Look what that was. Get a flashlight," the professor said in a shaky voice into the darkness.The arm next to him moved away, leaving the professor alone.


Trunks went into the back room of the reception and finally, after flying almost twice and running into something at least five times, found a flashlight from one of the desk drawers. With that he went back to the professor carefully and quietly. He switched the thing on and shone through the reception desk until he reached the professor with the beam of light. He stood trembling, with a panicked expression, in a corner of the glass case and squinted at the sudden bright light.


"Come here. Give me the lamp," the professor managed with a gasp in his voice. Trunks gave it to him and fearfully stood behind the professor. It scanned everything in its reach for anything unusual. Nothing to see. It continued to shine through the reception. On the desk, on the shelf, under the table, behind the computer for the registrations, again on the desk.And then. Then he saw something. His fingers tightened and his heart was beating incredibly fast and loud. There was a pounding in his ears and in his head. Trunks had clawed his shoulders from behind and was watching something the light was shining on. After a full minute, when something hadn't moved, the professor gently touched it with his index finger. It was hard and appeared to be made of plastic. They came even closer. Then Trunks carefully picked it up, prepared for the worst. The professor held the flashlight directly on it. And before the professor could do or say anything, Trunks broke into a quiet laugh. He laughed like a madman and could really scare you in such a situation. It was bad enough that a madman was hanging around here in the house, but the professor just couldn't imagine that it would be so funny.


"Tell me, what's so funny?" He asked in an angry tone.

"Hi ..... Hi! Look! It's just the phone. I think you held it too tightly in your hand. There are even cracks in it. So that was the crack. And here ... ... ", he held the phone right under the professor's nose," ...... a piece broke out here too. "


They breathed a sigh of relief. So it was just the phone. One stupid mistake on the part of the professor and they'd already thought it was the criminal. Old Prof. Hoyer too began to laugh roaringly. He laughed himself up at his own stupidity. He even had tears of laughter in his little eyes in this frightening situation. But then......




Another sound made their blood run cold. It twitched loudly and creaky through the tense air. This time they were both sure that it was most definitely not the phone.


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


Someone was creeping down the hallways with loud, shuffling steps. Everything was calm.Just these steps. Loud and slurping. They got closer and closer. They were still about three corridors away. But how long?


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


"Turn off the light, damn it," the professor whispered fearfully.


The knipps that followed was loud. Too loud. The footsteps fell silent for a while. Did he hear her?


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


There they were again. They came closer again, slurping and grinding. The individual steps tore the air. It was the only sound that could be heard.


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


"Quick! Under the desk ....."


Trunks pushed the professor down and shoved him under the table with all his might. Both sat there as if rooted to the spot and listened intently into the terrifying silence.


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


That someone had now arrived in the entrance hall. His footsteps echoed loudly across the room. They dragged themselves along, shuffling. Past the reception.At the little window. The two under the desk noticed how he paused and peered through the window. Both of them pressed their hands to their mouths. They heard his rattling breath and his deep rattle. He could see her at any moment. Trunks and Prof. Hoyer narrowed their eyes in fear and waited. To the fact that he would finally go away.


"He, he, he ......."


His cold and murderous laugh made the two of them widen their eyes again with fear. They still had their hands over their mouths and were praying that he would finally go away.


Then he went on. Next into another hallway. The footsteps receded but could still be heard loud and clear. In between he mumbled something that sounded insane. Insane and dangerous.


TAP .... TAP .... TAP ....


He went towards the basement. The professor and the trainee crawled out of their hiding place, grabbed the flashlight, a sharp letter opener and followed this someone.His steps ran frighteningly through the whole institute and the longer they heard the steps, the more uncomfortable they became. And they were right. He went towards the basement.


After they had followed him quietly for ten minutes, they stopped at a corner and pressed themselves excitedly against the cold wall. The cold sweat ran down rivers and their hearts were beating so loudly and up to their necks that they feared he might hear them. After he had groaned softly and threateningly again, he went on, sipping, into the cellar. With a soft click, the thick door fell menacingly shut. The two remained pressed against the wall. If they went into the basement and he noticed them, they couldn't even make their wills. They listened for a sound, wet with sweat. It was quiet. Very quiet. Much too quiet. The steps were silent. Or they couldn't hear her through the thick cellar door. They breathed a sigh of relief. The professor was about to have a heart attack.

But then, after a brief moment of breathing and total silence, a deafening scream tore the air apart. Trunks and the professor both winced. A bestial rumble came from the cellar, crashes, screams, a shrill laugh. Then there was calm again, dead silence.


"What ... what happened .......?", Prof. Hoyer stammered fearfully.


"I ....... I know ......... not .......", Trunks whispered back just as fearfully.


"Do something," hissed the professor again.


"O ....... Okay ......"


Trunks switched the flashlight back on and the professor held up the letter opener.


"Light up the door."


The beam of light brushed the cellar door. There was nothing to be seen. Only a small crack was open. They were sure that he hadn't been there ten minutes ago, but in this precarious situation one could no longer distinguish between reality and imagination. The professor breathed shallowly and irregularly, Trunks trembled with the flashlight.Then the steps came again. They pulled themselves back down the long hallway to the cellar door, shuffling, and came ominously closer. What happened in the next few seconds happened very quickly.


The steps had recently become faster and faster and the cellar door had been brutally thrown open. The attacker stood right in front of them. It was.........


They shouldn't know. He stormed up to the professor and Trunks and wanted to kill them. TRunks jumped forward to protect the professor, but his attacker snatched the flashlight from his hand and passed out with it. He