The Closet: Blogisode 3

The handprint was black and smeared.  It looked as though the fingers traced their way down from about the middle of the door to about eighteen inches off of the ground, were they pressed into a full hand print.

Shirley backed away from the handprint and grabbed the phone off of the receiver.  The little jingle rang through her head, "For urgency without emergency dial:  862, 8600, 862, 8600 don't dial 911 when the dangers done, dial 86, 286 oh, oh."  She dialed the forever ingrained number.  Shirley explained the situation to the dispatcher and then again to the officers that showed up on her door.  Nothing else in the house was missing, only the stuff in her closet.  The looked at her like she was crazy but wrote down what she said anyway.  That is all they did.  They wrote down the information and told Shirley to call if she found anything else gone or saw anything suspicious.

The paper was laying in the driveway and Shirley went out and grabbed it.  She checked the classifieds for dogs.  She found a lady selling a 3 year old trained German Sheppard.  She called and was scheduled to pick him up that afternoon.  She grabbed the phonebook and called a security company and schedule an alarm instillation for 4pm. 

After lunch, Shirley went and picked up the German Sheppard.  The little old lady was selling it for a hundred bucks and its name was Sarge.  It belonged to her late husband and she didn't feel that she was able to care for it.  It also reminded her of her husband and would cause the poor lady to cry for hours when the dog would sit by the door waiting for the husband to come walking in at around five thirty.  Shirley gave the little old lady her money and promised to take care of Sarge.  She felt safer already.