Blue Blue Dress Ch 8 – Sec 1
Chapter 8 – Black, Black, Black and Blue, Blue, Blue
8.1
The road was winding and almost pitch black. Detective Sparks inhaled on his cigarette and the orange ember seemed to illuminate his face.
“So tell me again why we are going out here so late?” Doug shifted in his seat. He had been staring out the window and had found himself disoriented. It was hard to tell which direction they were heading in and he felt very uneasy. He had arrived in California just hours before and had barely enough time to check into his hotel and make his way to the police station before he was ushered into a car. The detective, a tall slim man with large glasses, said they had to get up to the house right away before their chance to talk to the elusive parent closed.
“Well, because this woman hasn’t been seen in years. Practically since she came to live out here. We do believe you may have found the daughter she reported missing, but without being able to talk to her, we can’t be sure. This is one of the few chances we are gonna get, so we have to jump on it.”
Doug tried to process the strange situation once again. He looked up as the car slowed and made a turn into a dirt driveway. The outline of a small house could be seen and there was a faint light coming from the edges of a curtained window.
“So she asked us to come out now?”
“Listen, we got a call and she said if we wanted to talk we could come now, and that’s what we’re doing. Just wait till you meet this woman, you’ll understand.”
The air was still as they made their way to the front door. It was slightly opened as detective Sparks softly rapped his knuckles on the frame. There was no reply. He lifted his eyebrows and pushed his foot against the door. It opened silently.
“Ummm, Ms. May… are you home?”
The silence seemed to engulf them. It was one of the oddest feelings Doug had ever experienced. It was as if the air was crawling into his throat and stifling his breath. The air had no smell, and the room that opened before him was stark and almost seemed sterilized. A small black leather couch was covered in pristine shipping plastic, as if it had never been removed after delivery. There were no creases or signs of anyone ever having sat there. The end table was a glistening cherry wood with a small lamp casting the only light into the room.
The bulb was bright however and seemed to search into each corner where not a single speck of dust or disarray could even imagine existing. The floor was covered in a light carpet that seemed out of place. After a few moments Doug noticed that each carpet fiber lay in the exact same direction. It was almost as if someone had brushed or arranged them to be that way.
As the air creeped further down into his lungs he realized that the eerie tone of the room was that it was as if nobody ever moved in that room, and if they did they levitated over the floor. It was as if life had been vacuumed out and a void had been sealed in its place.
There were no pictures on the wall. No bookshelves. Nothing to give hint of human existence. It was a bare room with a couch and a table as if someone had forgotten they were trying to decorate and just gave up and moved along.
Detective Sparks had stopped on the welcome mat and called out again,
“Ms. May?”
There was a long hallway leading from the back of the room and a darkened kitchen and dining room rounding the corner on the other side of the door. Nothing seemed to move from either section and Doug was beginning to think they had missed their chance. He stepped back and scratched his head.
“I don’t think she’s he-“
Detecitve Sparks hand flew towards his face and cut him off.
“That would be MRS. May.”
The voice was coming from the darkened hallway.