August 20, 2025 • 19 mins
#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #serialkillerthriller #mindmanipulation #confessiongames #psychologicalhorror #twistedtruth In Part 2 of this psychological horror-thriller, the investigation into The Chain Man grows darker and more twisted. As the authorities try to piece together the killer’s cryptic clues, it becomes clear that the confession may be just another layer of manipulation. With more bodies uncovered and the killer always one step ahead, this is no longer a simple interrogation—it’s a psychological war. A suspenseful continuation filled with dread, mind games, and brutal revelations. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, serialkiller, chainman, confession, deception, mindgames, psychologicalterror, darktruth, horrorfiction, investigation, catandmouse, serialkillerhorror, fear, twistedplot, psychologicalthriller
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
The room was almost empty, a couple of office chairs
and a table where the laptop sat with the only furniture.
Two officers sat quietly waiting for their bosses next move.
The captain crossed his hand and frowned at the laptop
in front of him. Small neon lights fought away the darkness,
revealing the white paint that covered the walls. Where the
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hell is that old idiot? Blue up the captain at
the officers. He will be here soon, answered a tall
and well built officer, looking at his hand watch. We
need him now. There are only five minutes till midnight.
The door creaked open, letting an old man in a
suit in Holding his glasses on his nose with one
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hand and a thick note with the other, He hurried
to the chair that was beyond the view of the
laptop's web camera. What took you so long, demanded the
captain restlessly. You should be grateful, I came, captain, answered
the man sharply. It's freezing outside. Are you ready? The
old man rolled his eyes as a response and prepared
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his pen and note book. Exactly at midnight, the laptop
received a call. The captain reached out and pressed a
button to answer. Hello, Captain, said the voice behind the
black screen. Still don't want to tell me your name.
There should be no concern regarding my name whatsoever. I
need something to address you with. Come up with a name.
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The captain sighed and looked away for a moment before
he focussed his look right at the camera and said,
there was something I wanted to ask you about. Go on,
did you tell us the whole truth about the chain
Man's case? Ha, chain man, you're making me feel like
we are living in a comic book. Anyways, Yeah, that
was the whole truth, said the voice. I have a
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different opinion on that. The captain straightened himself up, clearly
proud of what he wanted to say. I am pretty
positive you lied. He stopped for a second, enjoying his
little triumph by showing up his wits to the voiv
and everyone else in the room, then continued, See, I
was thinking the other day about you, and I realized
that you were lying that you didn't want to kill
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the chain Man. Actually, I believe that was your plan
from the beginning. You could not allow the life of
a person who saw your face. You like your position. Now,
it's about the thing you have about being incognito. It
just makes you feel smarter and superior to everyone around you.
You are impressing me, captain, remarked the voice sarcastically. Didn't
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think you used your brain at all. Why can't you
just let us see you, asked the captain, without any
reaction to what the voice retorted, making me feel like
you are a shy teenager? Maybe I am, chuckled the voice. Anyway,
that boy who came home after being kidnapped for over
five months? What about him? I'm calling about his case?
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We closed the case. There is no case. The kid
was traumatized, he didn't remember where he was or who
kidnapped him all. He couldn't recall the predator. I believe
there should be more to that story. Why call it
the sixth sense? An intuition? Fine, what is it that
interests you? I read the police files on this case. Yeah,
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after a read like that, it's no wonder why you
guys close the majority of the cases. So now I
need to talk to the family and the kid. What
do you want from them? I want to hear the
story from them that would help me help you with
what finding the kidnapper? Maybe or at least with something else,
which is it's just a hypothesis. I don't share my
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ideas unless I'm sure I'm right. The captain looked away
from the screen, sat still, and nodded, Okay, I'll let
you meet them. That would be one of the smartest
thing you do in your entire career, Captain. The captain
let this remark pass as well and was going to
leave when the voice stopped him. Captain, Yeah, say hi
to the psychologist. What the I mean? The voice paused
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for a second. Wait did you really think I won't notice?
What do you think I am one of your idiots?
What in hell are you talking about? Stuttered the captain.
Oh please, sighed the voice. Don't make it more awkward
than it already is. Now, it was obvious you looked
away in the corner where some one was writing something down.
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Every time I would respond, you didn't even notice that.
I can see his shadow behind you on the wall
because of these stupid neon lights you have everywhere. It
doesn't require a lot to understand that you brought some
one to provide you with a psychological portrait of me.
No one in the room knew what to say or
how to fight the awkward silence that had lied on them.
How impolite of you, captain, said the voice, in disappointment.
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Send him my regards. The captain looked straight into the camera,
his face crossed with anger. Holding to the last bits
of control he had, he turned away again towards the
door and left. Tomorrow at eight p m. Came a
final noise from the laptop and the call ended two
one at a time, demanded the voice. The captain nodded,
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swearing the mysterious voice that they had to deal with
for no clear reason, and walked out of the room.
A few seconds later, he came back with a man
in his mid forties and a bare belly. The man
was wearing an old fashioned shirt and tiny glasses above
his red cheeks that barely covered his eyes. The name
is banned for security purposes, the father of the victim,
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said the captain to the black screen. Tell me what happened,
ordered the voice indifferently. The man was obviously surprised by
the fact that he was going to be questioned by
a voice coming from a laptop. He looked back at
the captain, trying to find out if he was serious.
The captain nodded to the man in approval. To answer
the voice, O K, sighed the father. It happened five
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months ago on the date is banned for security purposes.
My boy goes to the nearest school, which is six
blocks away from our neighborhood, so we have a nanny
to pick him up and get him home. Both of
my wife and I are working late, so we can't
do it on our own. The name is banned for
security purposes. Always waits for the nanny exactly at three
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p m. Near the school gate that day, when the
nanny arrived, he wasn't there. She thought he was playing somewhere,
so she kept waiting. When nobody was left in the
school playground, she got worried, so she went to look
for him. The teacher said he was there till the
last moment, but no one saw him going any What
do you do, interrupted the voice. Sorry, what is your job?
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I'm a CEO of the name is banned for security
purposes company. How much money do you keep in the house?
How is it related? Answer? I'm not sure, mumbled the father.
Maybe one hundred thousands. You have banks for these amounts.
I'm against using banks for personal reasons. Emmetchum. Thank you,
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you may leave. The man stood up, shook the captain's hand,
and left. The captain looked at the laptop with concern.
You think whoever kidnapped the kid did it for his
parents wealth. No, no, I believe the kidnapper didn't know
who the kid is. But I think the boy got
released because of the wealth. What, exclaimed the captain. That
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doesn't make sense. They would have asked for ransom. There
are other ways to get the money. Now, go get
the boy. The captain disappeared behind the door for a
moment and came back with a little boy. The boy
walked and looking around, examining the room. He is wearing
a new sweater and jeans. His cheeks and nose were
red because of the cold weather outside. The captain placed
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him on a chair in front of the laptop and
pointed on the black screen. There is some one in
the laptop, explained the captain. Kindly answer the questions that
you will be asked, O k agreed the boy melancholically.
Do you remember anything about the time you were kidnapped? No,
nothing at all. No. Do you remember who kidnapped you? No?
Do you remember how you got out. No, try to
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remember anything I remember, a boy, mumbled the boy faintly,
A boy. Try to remember more anything about the boy,
how he looked, where, what happened? What was he wearing? Anything?
I can't o k you can go now. The boy
ran out of the room to his mother, who was
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waiting for him outside. What was that all about? Yelled
the captain in anger. You made me get these people
from their homes only to ask the questions that we
have asked before. What is wrong with you? Shut up?
I got everything I needed, and what is that you needed?
He will try to kill his family? What the how
did you get to that conclusion? How many children got
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kidnapped for the past twenty years in the city, how
many of them got back? The kidnappings could be not
related to each other. The kids don't share any similarity
to suggest that it's the same kidnapper. And of course
you couldn't think that the kidnapper is indifferent to the
characteristics of kids, right, The most reasonable thing for you
was to ransack the sewers after the boy disappeared. What
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were you thinking of? We are not in a shitty movie.
You don't look for a kid A kid in sewers.
What a bunch of idiots. We tried everything to find
the boy, shouted the captain. Sorry, we were trying to
do our job and you couldn't do it well. You
never do your job, You never do anything, so shut
up and let me do your job for you. The
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call dropped and the captain kept looking at the screen
that showed a message put guards to their house. The
boy will try to kill the parents. Free For days later,
the captain was sitting alone in front of the laptop
in the same white room, illuminated by the small neon lights.
His face showed a mixture of anger and shame, with
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indifference on his face. He put his hand in the
inside pocket of his blue coat, getting out a cigarette.
He raised it in front of his eyes, examining it
from every possible angle, as if it was the most
important thing at that moment. The captain brought the cigarette
closer to his nostrils, reminding himself what cigarettes smell like. Hesitated,
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He placed it between his lips and inhaled. His skin
crawled as his brain thought he was actually smoking. The
captain left this habit long ago and never since then
wanted to get back to it, but today, the desire
to inhale the smoke, charged with nicotine that lurked deep
inside him for all these years, came out. He put
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his hand in pocket again and took the lighter that
he carried along with the cigarette for so long, only
to praise the fight he won again smoking. The Captain
lit up the cigarette and took a good drag of it.
His body shook, responding to the nicotine it was deprived from.
He took another drag. His head started spinning. Gray clouds
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of smoke were coming out of his mouth, rising up
above him, vanishing in the air, making it thicker. The
cigarette ended quicker than he expected, making him regret smoking
after all these years. In his defense, he tried to
convince himself that only a cigarette could help him sustain
calmness and a clear head. He kept looking at the
screen of the laptop from time to time, expecting a
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call that seemed like will never arrive. After a long
time spent in silence, the Captain received a call on
his cell phone. Hello, Captain, said the voice anticipated by
the captain. Why did you do it? For God's sake?
Begged the captain. I did what I thought was right,
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answered the voice calmly, Why didn't you listen to me
and put guards to their house. I can't act without
having a reason, explain the captain bitterly. You never gave
me a reason. Boy, Try to understand. There is a system.
I can't just act my way, system, exclaimed the voice system.
You and your officers let people die daily because of
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your rotten system. You make people like me do the
right thing cause you don't have the guts to do anything.
You are best countered, the captain. My men lose their
families trying to help people. You hide behind the system
or any other reason, only to justify yourselves before your
conscience for letting innocent people die. We do what we can, boy,
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we always do what we can. That's not enough, I know,
agreed the captain. Am I a murderer for you and
your system? Now you are sighed, the captain most wanted one.
Actually do you blame me? I don't know, hesitated the captain,
resting his head on his hand. You did an awful thing.
Sometimes the right thing is not actually a good thing. Boy.
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This city is not your playground. I understand that you
are not like others, and I don't know how you
do what you do. How do you use these Sherlock
Holmes abilities. You can't just go rage in the streets
and get away with that, Sherlock Holmes. Who is that,
wondered the voice. A detective something of your kind, answered
the captain indifferently. Anyways, concluded thev I just called to apologize.
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I know it might have been unpleasant for you to
find what I did unpleasant. It's fucking horrible. You burned
a woman in the center of the city. Yeah, I
guess I did take it a bit too far, But
I want people to see that justice is going to
strike back. Lynching is the best way to awaar the
masses that no one can escape the punishment. Humanity was
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over this shit in medieval Now this is just extremism
that should be punished like any other crime. People don't
understand what justice is. Everyone just comes up with ethical
and humane approaches, whereas we are in need for someone
to keep people afraid. That's not right, it's what I
believe in. Your ways never work. That doesn't mean you
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get to simply publicly kill people. Stop me, I will,
I really hope. So the captain wiped the sweat off
of his forehead and asked, tell me everything that happened
last night. For okay, as you know, you didn't put
the guards to the house, so the only thing left
to me was to go there myself. Why, wondered the captain,
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explain everything. Oh fine, replied the voice in monotony. I
wanted to talk to the boy to see if my
theory was right. When I first heard of his story,
it got my attention. It was weird that someone kidnapped
a child then just released them with no reason for
doing so. I made some research to know how often
missing children are being reported in the city. I was
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surprised to find that an unsettling number of children have
gone missing over past fifteen years. Of course, it's hard
to believe that only one person was behind all these kidnappings,
but if you think of it, it's even harder to
believe that there were different people. It's a small city
at last, But who and why would they need all
those children? Then I remembered noticing a network of children
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working as delivery workers for items from black market, mostly drugs.
I connected the network and the kidnapping. Another question was raised,
why would kids work for their kidnapper? Why no one
ever tried to run away. The answer is simpler than
you can expect. They were hypnotized as easy as that.
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That's how my theory started. Of course, it was just
a theory. Then it was all plain for me. Apparently,
the boy told the kidnapper that his family have a
lot of cash at home. He was released, his memory
was blocked, which made him melancholic. He was hypnotized to
kill the parents, get the money, and come back. I
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asked to see him to make sure. Then I asked
you to keep an eye on him. You never did.
I decided to take action. I broke into the house.
I spent around three days in the attic, going down
at nights, as I believed the boy would strike at night.
It's the only way to get rid of two grown
ups for his age. Really, I waited for him to attack.
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When he tried to, I made sure I stopped him.
I was gone by the time his parents were awake.
I find hypnosis to be a very interesting subject. I
tried one of the techniques of rapid hypnosis on him
to get the address of the kidnapper or where they
kept the kids. In a short while I was there.
An old house on the material is banned for security purposes.
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Owned by the name is banned for security purposes. A
fifty year old widow I sneaked into the basement to
find most of the missing kids. It took a while
to get them back from their trance. What happened next
is a bit blurry in my memory. I came upstairs,
I found her. We had a short talk. She tried
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to hypnotize me, which didn't war. Why did she do
it for money? It was her business. She found out
her hypnosis skills long time ago. When she was a
subject of domestic violence. She convinced her husband to divorce
her and later on kill himself. Refusing to live under
any one's control, she decided to be the one in
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control herself. Using her brilliant abilities and hypnosis, she persuaded
kids to come with her and become her slaves. Anyways,
I knocked her out, brought her to the middle of
the city, secretly placed her in front of the court,
and burned her. Of course, I took some security measures
so no cameras or people saw me. I know. When
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the first eye witnesses arrived, no one was there except
her attached to one of the piles of the court. Screaming.
Unfortunately I couldn't see it. I would have enjoyed it.
When we arrived, we found some parts of her body
were totally burned, exposing her bones. Her rib cage was visible,
her scalp was melted, showed a bit of her skull.
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There is nothing to enjoy, whatever you say, hummed the voice.
Come to the station. Make it easier for yourself. I
will try to help you in the court you find me,
I will o k captain. I'm waiting for you to
do so, but for now, let's stop here. Wait, stopped him.
The captain, I need to ask you something. Go on.
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The boy said, you told him that everything will get
back to normal, and that you know what it's like
to be kidnapped. Is it true. It's your job to
find out. The phone call dropped. The captain straightened himself up,
trying to get up from the chair, but his numbed
limbs had other plans for him. He rest his back
on the chair and closed his eyes thinking. Five voices
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were raised outside the captain's office, followed by loud bangs
on the door. A young, fit woman stormed into the room.
Her long, ponytailed black hair was covered with a thin
layer of snow. Her face was hiding behind huge fabriage
glasses and a pink scarf she had around her neck.
She pulled her hands out of her short leather jacket,
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pushing away anyone trying to prevent her from reaching the captain.
She got in, clicking her way in with her black
high heels and pointing at the captain. Captain, I need
to talk to that mysteri his son of a bitch.
You're talking to the end
The room was almost empty, a couple of office chairs
and a table where the laptop sat with the only furniture.
Two officers sat quietly waiting for their bosses next move.
The captain crossed his hand and frowned at the laptop
in front of him. Small neon lights fought away the darkness,
revealing the white paint that covered the walls. Where the
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hell is that old idiot? Blue up the captain at
the officers. He will be here soon, answered a tall
and well built officer, looking at his hand watch. We
need him now. There are only five minutes till midnight.
The door creaked open, letting an old man in a
suit in Holding his glasses on his nose with one
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hand and a thick note with the other, He hurried
to the chair that was beyond the view of the
laptop's web camera. What took you so long, demanded the
captain restlessly. You should be grateful, I came, captain, answered
the man sharply. It's freezing outside. Are you ready? The
old man rolled his eyes as a response and prepared
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his pen and note book. Exactly at midnight, the laptop
received a call. The captain reached out and pressed a
button to answer. Hello, Captain, said the voice behind the
black screen. Still don't want to tell me your name.
There should be no concern regarding my name whatsoever. I
need something to address you with. Come up with a name.
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The captain sighed and looked away for a moment before
he focussed his look right at the camera and said,
there was something I wanted to ask you about. Go on,
did you tell us the whole truth about the chain
Man's case? Ha, chain man, you're making me feel like
we are living in a comic book. Anyways, Yeah, that
was the whole truth, said the voice. I have a
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different opinion on that. The captain straightened himself up, clearly
proud of what he wanted to say. I am pretty
positive you lied. He stopped for a second, enjoying his
little triumph by showing up his wits to the voiv
and everyone else in the room, then continued, See, I
was thinking the other day about you, and I realized
that you were lying that you didn't want to kill
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the chain Man. Actually, I believe that was your plan
from the beginning. You could not allow the life of
a person who saw your face. You like your position. Now,
it's about the thing you have about being incognito. It
just makes you feel smarter and superior to everyone around you.
You are impressing me, captain, remarked the voice sarcastically. Didn't
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think you used your brain at all. Why can't you
just let us see you, asked the captain, without any
reaction to what the voice retorted, making me feel like
you are a shy teenager? Maybe I am, chuckled the voice. Anyway,
that boy who came home after being kidnapped for over
five months? What about him? I'm calling about his case?
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We closed the case. There is no case. The kid
was traumatized, he didn't remember where he was or who
kidnapped him all. He couldn't recall the predator. I believe
there should be more to that story. Why call it
the sixth sense? An intuition? Fine, what is it that
interests you? I read the police files on this case. Yeah,
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after a read like that, it's no wonder why you
guys close the majority of the cases. So now I
need to talk to the family and the kid. What
do you want from them? I want to hear the
story from them that would help me help you with
what finding the kidnapper? Maybe or at least with something else,
which is it's just a hypothesis. I don't share my
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ideas unless I'm sure I'm right. The captain looked away
from the screen, sat still, and nodded, Okay, I'll let
you meet them. That would be one of the smartest
thing you do in your entire career, Captain. The captain
let this remark pass as well and was going to
leave when the voice stopped him. Captain, Yeah, say hi
to the psychologist. What the I mean? The voice paused
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for a second. Wait did you really think I won't notice?
What do you think I am one of your idiots?
What in hell are you talking about? Stuttered the captain.
Oh please, sighed the voice. Don't make it more awkward
than it already is. Now, it was obvious you looked
away in the corner where some one was writing something down.
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Every time I would respond, you didn't even notice that.
I can see his shadow behind you on the wall
because of these stupid neon lights you have everywhere. It
doesn't require a lot to understand that you brought some
one to provide you with a psychological portrait of me.
No one in the room knew what to say or
how to fight the awkward silence that had lied on them.
How impolite of you, captain, said the voice, in disappointment.
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Send him my regards. The captain looked straight into the camera,
his face crossed with anger. Holding to the last bits
of control he had, he turned away again towards the
door and left. Tomorrow at eight p m. Came a
final noise from the laptop and the call ended two
one at a time, demanded the voice. The captain nodded,
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swearing the mysterious voice that they had to deal with
for no clear reason, and walked out of the room.
A few seconds later, he came back with a man
in his mid forties and a bare belly. The man
was wearing an old fashioned shirt and tiny glasses above
his red cheeks that barely covered his eyes. The name
is banned for security purposes, the father of the victim,
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said the captain to the black screen. Tell me what happened,
ordered the voice indifferently. The man was obviously surprised by
the fact that he was going to be questioned by
a voice coming from a laptop. He looked back at
the captain, trying to find out if he was serious.
The captain nodded to the man in approval. To answer
the voice, O K, sighed the father. It happened five
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months ago on the date is banned for security purposes.
My boy goes to the nearest school, which is six
blocks away from our neighborhood, so we have a nanny
to pick him up and get him home. Both of
my wife and I are working late, so we can't
do it on our own. The name is banned for
security purposes. Always waits for the nanny exactly at three
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p m. Near the school gate that day, when the
nanny arrived, he wasn't there. She thought he was playing somewhere,
so she kept waiting. When nobody was left in the
school playground, she got worried, so she went to look
for him. The teacher said he was there till the
last moment, but no one saw him going any What
do you do, interrupted the voice. Sorry, what is your job?
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I'm a CEO of the name is banned for security
purposes company. How much money do you keep in the house?
How is it related? Answer? I'm not sure, mumbled the father.
Maybe one hundred thousands. You have banks for these amounts.
I'm against using banks for personal reasons. Emmetchum. Thank you,
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you may leave. The man stood up, shook the captain's hand,
and left. The captain looked at the laptop with concern.
You think whoever kidnapped the kid did it for his
parents wealth. No, no, I believe the kidnapper didn't know
who the kid is. But I think the boy got
released because of the wealth. What, exclaimed the captain. That
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doesn't make sense. They would have asked for ransom. There
are other ways to get the money. Now, go get
the boy. The captain disappeared behind the door for a
moment and came back with a little boy. The boy
walked and looking around, examining the room. He is wearing
a new sweater and jeans. His cheeks and nose were
red because of the cold weather outside. The captain placed
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him on a chair in front of the laptop and
pointed on the black screen. There is some one in
the laptop, explained the captain. Kindly answer the questions that
you will be asked, O k agreed the boy melancholically.
Do you remember anything about the time you were kidnapped? No,
nothing at all. No. Do you remember who kidnapped you? No?
Do you remember how you got out. No, try to
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remember anything I remember, a boy, mumbled the boy faintly,
A boy. Try to remember more anything about the boy,
how he looked, where, what happened? What was he wearing? Anything?
I can't o k you can go now. The boy
ran out of the room to his mother, who was
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waiting for him outside. What was that all about? Yelled
the captain in anger. You made me get these people
from their homes only to ask the questions that we
have asked before. What is wrong with you? Shut up?
I got everything I needed, and what is that you needed?
He will try to kill his family? What the how
did you get to that conclusion? How many children got
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kidnapped for the past twenty years in the city, how
many of them got back? The kidnappings could be not
related to each other. The kids don't share any similarity
to suggest that it's the same kidnapper. And of course
you couldn't think that the kidnapper is indifferent to the
characteristics of kids, right, The most reasonable thing for you
was to ransack the sewers after the boy disappeared. What
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were you thinking of? We are not in a shitty movie.
You don't look for a kid A kid in sewers.
What a bunch of idiots. We tried everything to find
the boy, shouted the captain. Sorry, we were trying to
do our job and you couldn't do it well. You
never do your job, You never do anything, so shut
up and let me do your job for you. The
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call dropped and the captain kept looking at the screen
that showed a message put guards to their house. The
boy will try to kill the parents. Free For days later,
the captain was sitting alone in front of the laptop
in the same white room, illuminated by the small neon lights.
His face showed a mixture of anger and shame, with
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indifference on his face. He put his hand in the
inside pocket of his blue coat, getting out a cigarette.
He raised it in front of his eyes, examining it
from every possible angle, as if it was the most
important thing at that moment. The captain brought the cigarette
closer to his nostrils, reminding himself what cigarettes smell like. Hesitated,
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He placed it between his lips and inhaled. His skin
crawled as his brain thought he was actually smoking. The
captain left this habit long ago and never since then
wanted to get back to it, but today, the desire
to inhale the smoke, charged with nicotine that lurked deep
inside him for all these years, came out. He put
(10:29):
his hand in pocket again and took the lighter that
he carried along with the cigarette for so long, only
to praise the fight he won again smoking. The Captain
lit up the cigarette and took a good drag of it.
His body shook, responding to the nicotine it was deprived from.
He took another drag. His head started spinning. Gray clouds
(10:49):
of smoke were coming out of his mouth, rising up
above him, vanishing in the air, making it thicker. The
cigarette ended quicker than he expected, making him regret smoking
after all these years. In his defense, he tried to
convince himself that only a cigarette could help him sustain
calmness and a clear head. He kept looking at the
screen of the laptop from time to time, expecting a
(11:11):
call that seemed like will never arrive. After a long
time spent in silence, the Captain received a call on
his cell phone. Hello, Captain, said the voice anticipated by
the captain. Why did you do it? For God's sake?
Begged the captain. I did what I thought was right,
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answered the voice calmly, Why didn't you listen to me
and put guards to their house. I can't act without
having a reason, explain the captain bitterly. You never gave
me a reason. Boy, Try to understand. There is a system.
I can't just act my way, system, exclaimed the voice system.
You and your officers let people die daily because of
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your rotten system. You make people like me do the
right thing cause you don't have the guts to do anything.
You are best countered, the captain. My men lose their
families trying to help people. You hide behind the system
or any other reason, only to justify yourselves before your
conscience for letting innocent people die. We do what we can, boy,
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we always do what we can. That's not enough, I know,
agreed the captain. Am I a murderer for you and
your system? Now you are sighed, the captain most wanted one.
Actually do you blame me? I don't know, hesitated the captain,
resting his head on his hand. You did an awful thing.
Sometimes the right thing is not actually a good thing. Boy.
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This city is not your playground. I understand that you
are not like others, and I don't know how you
do what you do. How do you use these Sherlock
Holmes abilities. You can't just go rage in the streets
and get away with that, Sherlock Holmes. Who is that,
wondered the voice. A detective something of your kind, answered
the captain indifferently. Anyways, concluded thev I just called to apologize.
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I know it might have been unpleasant for you to
find what I did unpleasant. It's fucking horrible. You burned
a woman in the center of the city. Yeah, I
guess I did take it a bit too far, But
I want people to see that justice is going to
strike back. Lynching is the best way to awaar the
masses that no one can escape the punishment. Humanity was
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over this shit in medieval Now this is just extremism
that should be punished like any other crime. People don't
understand what justice is. Everyone just comes up with ethical
and humane approaches, whereas we are in need for someone
to keep people afraid. That's not right, it's what I
believe in. Your ways never work. That doesn't mean you
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get to simply publicly kill people. Stop me, I will,
I really hope. So the captain wiped the sweat off
of his forehead and asked, tell me everything that happened
last night. For okay, as you know, you didn't put
the guards to the house, so the only thing left
to me was to go there myself. Why, wondered the captain,
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explain everything. Oh fine, replied the voice in monotony. I
wanted to talk to the boy to see if my
theory was right. When I first heard of his story,
it got my attention. It was weird that someone kidnapped
a child then just released them with no reason for
doing so. I made some research to know how often
missing children are being reported in the city. I was
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surprised to find that an unsettling number of children have
gone missing over past fifteen years. Of course, it's hard
to believe that only one person was behind all these kidnappings,
but if you think of it, it's even harder to
believe that there were different people. It's a small city
at last, But who and why would they need all
those children? Then I remembered noticing a network of children
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working as delivery workers for items from black market, mostly drugs.
I connected the network and the kidnapping. Another question was raised,
why would kids work for their kidnapper? Why no one
ever tried to run away. The answer is simpler than
you can expect. They were hypnotized as easy as that.
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That's how my theory started. Of course, it was just
a theory. Then it was all plain for me. Apparently,
the boy told the kidnapper that his family have a
lot of cash at home. He was released, his memory
was blocked, which made him melancholic. He was hypnotized to
kill the parents, get the money, and come back. I
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asked to see him to make sure. Then I asked
you to keep an eye on him. You never did.
I decided to take action. I broke into the house.
I spent around three days in the attic, going down
at nights, as I believed the boy would strike at night.
It's the only way to get rid of two grown
ups for his age. Really, I waited for him to attack.
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When he tried to, I made sure I stopped him.
I was gone by the time his parents were awake.
I find hypnosis to be a very interesting subject. I
tried one of the techniques of rapid hypnosis on him
to get the address of the kidnapper or where they
kept the kids. In a short while I was there.
An old house on the material is banned for security purposes.
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Owned by the name is banned for security purposes. A
fifty year old widow I sneaked into the basement to
find most of the missing kids. It took a while
to get them back from their trance. What happened next
is a bit blurry in my memory. I came upstairs,
I found her. We had a short talk. She tried
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to hypnotize me, which didn't war. Why did she do
it for money? It was her business. She found out
her hypnosis skills long time ago. When she was a
subject of domestic violence. She convinced her husband to divorce
her and later on kill himself. Refusing to live under
any one's control, she decided to be the one in
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control herself. Using her brilliant abilities and hypnosis, she persuaded
kids to come with her and become her slaves. Anyways,
I knocked her out, brought her to the middle of
the city, secretly placed her in front of the court,
and burned her. Of course, I took some security measures
so no cameras or people saw me. I know. When
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the first eye witnesses arrived, no one was there except
her attached to one of the piles of the court. Screaming.
Unfortunately I couldn't see it. I would have enjoyed it.
When we arrived, we found some parts of her body
were totally burned, exposing her bones. Her rib cage was visible,
her scalp was melted, showed a bit of her skull.
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There is nothing to enjoy, whatever you say, hummed the voice.
Come to the station. Make it easier for yourself. I
will try to help you in the court you find me,
I will o k captain. I'm waiting for you to
do so, but for now, let's stop here. Wait, stopped him.
The captain, I need to ask you something. Go on.
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The boy said, you told him that everything will get
back to normal, and that you know what it's like
to be kidnapped. Is it true. It's your job to
find out. The phone call dropped. The captain straightened himself up,
trying to get up from the chair, but his numbed
limbs had other plans for him. He rest his back
on the chair and closed his eyes thinking. Five voices
(18:26):
were raised outside the captain's office, followed by loud bangs
on the door. A young, fit woman stormed into the room.
Her long, ponytailed black hair was covered with a thin
layer of snow. Her face was hiding behind huge fabriage
glasses and a pink scarf she had around her neck.
She pulled her hands out of her short leather jacket,
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pushing away anyone trying to prevent her from reaching the captain.
She got in, clicking her way in with her black
high heels and pointing at the captain. Captain, I need
to talk to that mysteri his son of a bitch.
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