‘EYES IN THE CUPBOARD’ by Richard David LawmanPosted: June 19, 2014
Something made Detective Boll feel uneasy as he stepped into the hallway of the house. Perhaps it was the stillness, the eerie silence broken intermittently by a distant drip as of yet unplaced. Boll stepped carefully towards the kitchen, a pile of garbage spilled from the bin onto the floor. The lino was sticky under his feet. And he still felt uneasy.
He saw the broken chair and the table on its side by the door. The back door lay slightly ajar and began to rock quietly as the wind caught it. Boll looked around for his suspect, his victim, his witness and saw nobody. A dirty trickle of blood on the floor and a red hand-print on the glass window gave it away. He unclicked his holster and let his fingers rest on his revolver. He silenced his breathing and began to step backwards, towards the front door, away from the silence.
Silence comes first. Then the laughter. Then the screaming. He was the last detective left in his team. They always lured them out like this. The child’s swing in the front yard, the freshly mowed lawn and the sparkling SUV on the drive. The eyes were watching him.
He knew there was no point in running, he just stepped back slowly out the door. What chance was he taking by not reporting this? What if it was a real burglary and kidnapping like the screaming woman said?
“Next time.” He shouted. “You’ll have to get me next time!”
Boll drove away, the last remaining Detective. Away from the freshly mowed lawn, the child’s swing, the blood on the window and the eyes in the cupboard under the stairs.
Richard David Lawman is the chief Writer/ Director/ Producer of ‘The Putty In Your Hands’ production company. He can be found and contacted at http://richarddavidlawman.com/ andhttp://uk.linkedin.com/pub/richard-lawman/24/966/182