The Scene of the Crime, PG, Champagne Challenge #135
Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:50 pm
Title: The Scene of the Crime
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, or any of the characters, nor am I making any money from this. No infringement is intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: A hotel maid makes a horrifying discovery.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #135, Two Hundred Fifty Spoken Words. Can be considered a distant sequel of sorts to Almost, but can easily be read alone.
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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The Scene of the Crime
“Mary Ellen, what’s wrong? You look about as white as those sheets you’re supposed to be changin’.”
“The sheets ain’t white, Em! They’re red!”
“What you talkin’ about?”
“Blood. The sheets in room 22. They’re covered in blood!”
“My word! You sure?”
“I’m sure! Soaked the pillow and the mattress something awful, too. There’s so much of it!”
“Good Lord in Heaven, have mercy! There…there wasn’t nobody still there, was there?”
“No. The room’s empty, far as I could tell. The closet too, like somebody took off in a hurry.”
“Maybe that’s what they done.”
“Maybe, but…I’m frightful worried that someone died, Em! The couple who had that room - I remember ‘em, ‘cause I saw ‘em when they booked it the other day. The woman was real high class and didn’t pay me much heed, but the man was a real nice fellow. All excited too, said he and his lady was gettin’ married. What you think happened?”
“I don’t know, Mary Ellen. But the manager’s gotta hear about this, so he can call the police. You didn’t touch nothing, did you?”
“No. When I saw the blood on the bed, I ran straight here.”
“You gonna be alright, honey? You still lookin’ pale.”
“It’s just the shock is all. I ain’t never seen nothing like that.”
“Well, you just sit down here a minute. I’ll go tell who needs tellin’.”
“Thank you. Emma?”
“Yeah?”
“You…you suppose that nice fellow’s okay?”
“I hope so, honey. I surely hope so.”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, or any of the characters, nor am I making any money from this. No infringement is intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: A hotel maid makes a horrifying discovery.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #135, Two Hundred Fifty Spoken Words. Can be considered a distant sequel of sorts to Almost, but can easily be read alone.
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
~*~*~*~*~
The Scene of the Crime
“Mary Ellen, what’s wrong? You look about as white as those sheets you’re supposed to be changin’.”
“The sheets ain’t white, Em! They’re red!”
“What you talkin’ about?”
“Blood. The sheets in room 22. They’re covered in blood!”
“My word! You sure?”
“I’m sure! Soaked the pillow and the mattress something awful, too. There’s so much of it!”
“Good Lord in Heaven, have mercy! There…there wasn’t nobody still there, was there?”
“No. The room’s empty, far as I could tell. The closet too, like somebody took off in a hurry.”
“Maybe that’s what they done.”
“Maybe, but…I’m frightful worried that someone died, Em! The couple who had that room - I remember ‘em, ‘cause I saw ‘em when they booked it the other day. The woman was real high class and didn’t pay me much heed, but the man was a real nice fellow. All excited too, said he and his lady was gettin’ married. What you think happened?”
“I don’t know, Mary Ellen. But the manager’s gotta hear about this, so he can call the police. You didn’t touch nothing, did you?”
“No. When I saw the blood on the bed, I ran straight here.”
“You gonna be alright, honey? You still lookin’ pale.”
“It’s just the shock is all. I ain’t never seen nothing like that.”
“Well, you just sit down here a minute. I’ll go tell who needs tellin’.”
“Thank you. Emma?”
“Yeah?”
“You…you suppose that nice fellow’s okay?”
“I hope so, honey. I surely hope so.”
I love the way this challenge has inspired people to think up scenarios to fill in so many missing bits of the story. Beautifully done, Laughter! 
This is a very believable scene. Coraline would have had a lot on her mind after the turning. Would she have bothered to clean things up?