‘Michelle Rothwinger was found murdered in her own home yesterday evening. Detectives say it’s yet another case in the ‘Polaroid’ murders. Detective Mary says they are finally on a lead about who exactly the killer is, and hope to catch them soon. Back to you Tom.’ A pause. ‘The Polaroid murders have been terrorizing the entire town for months now. If the detectives don’t catch the culprit soon, the killer may move up into the top three-‘ The TV was shut off. “Stupid ‘Polaroid’ cases. All the news ever talks about these days.” I mumbled under my breath, tossing the remote somewhere in the couch as I got up. The so called ‘Polaroid’ murders are a string of murders that have been relatively frustrating for everyone for months. They got their name because there was always a Polaroid picture of a girl in a light pink cat hoodie, black leggings, and a black Japanese style medical mask with a cartoon cat mouth on it holding the camera with one hand and holding up the other hand in a ‘peace’ sign next to the body. More often than not, the body is in the background, making it a grotesque selfie of sorts. The murderer took joy in the name ‘Polaroid’ given to them, and eventually started signing the bottom of the Polaroid picture ‘Polaroid’ in neat cursive writing, usually ending in a heart. “I just wish they could solve the murders and get it over with!” I groaned. Part of me knew they couldn’t, but I can’t help but think it. The entire town had been living in fear for a while, and you can only see so many of those...creepypasta? I think that’s what they’re called anyways, stories about how she kills and why. They’re fun to read, but after a while they’re just annoying. I was interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I turn and look towards the door. ‘It’s 3 AM who could be here now?’ I thought annoyed. Walking over to the door and looking through the peephole, I see my best friend, Mary. Seeing her, I opened the door. “Wanna tell me why you’re at my doorstep at 3 in the morning?” “No..?” “Oh well. Tell me or I’m not letting you in.” She sighed. “Fine, But can we at least sit down first?” Reluctantly, I nodded. Leading her inside I sat down on my beanbag chair while she sat on the loveseat. She was clearly nervous, not making eye contact, fidgeting. It made me worry a bit, so I purposely softened my tone. “Mary, please tell me your reasoning for being here at 3 AM. The only reason I’m still up is because my boss has me investigating the case.” She mumbled something inaudible. “Hm?” I asked. “You gotta talk loud enough for me to hear ya.” I said in an amused-deadpan tone. “About the case,” she started. “I know who Polaroid is, and I wanted to tell you.” My eyes widened at that. “What do you mean you know who it is!? Why didn’t you go to the police office and tell them!? I’m only working on the case! Not leading it!” She giggled. “Because silly.” Her eyes darkened. “Guess who the killer is~” she said in a sickening sing-song voice. Dread. All I felt at that point was dread.
This is Chapter 01 of my new story ‘Polaroid’. It’s based off a creepypasta OC I have, which I gave a sneak peak of here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/377352698/ All art and writing done by me! Please don’t use the art or story without permission or claim it as your own! Thank you!
