The Knight-Drain Pendelton Chase

Stepped out of the sunshine into darkness. When my eyes adjusted I could see the layout. No sawdust on the floor and the spittoons were clean. The liquor shelves were well stocked, the mahogany table was highly polished, and the brass rail at the balcony gleamed. Realizing I was in my room, maybe I fell asleep after a little talk last night. That chocolate liquid from shop I drank has its own relaxation that makes me hit to sleep. Walked through my table when I saw the things on my mahogany worktop, it was the proofs I get from the Richardson's. Wonder if the sheriff knows that I'm going to investigate the case his dying to handle. Now most cops and especially detectives don't want private investigators sticking their noses where they don't belong. Crime is their business they say, and people like me should just stick to what I know and how I play, or the dirty work as they call it. Without a proper morning routine, I sit on my chair and look at the evidences I have. I don't see any suspicious activity taken on the photo with Copper on it. An urge came out on me and open the suitcase that the old man gave. I Frowned when I saw a gun, to estimate it is a John Moses Browning's Colt M1911A1 pistol made to replace weaker .38 caliber pistols used by the U.S. Army during the Philippine Insurrection. There is also an envelope and has a word 'FORBIDEN' engraved on it using a wax seal. Beneath that thing is some old newspapers released on different timelines. Confusion flows throughout my body and gives me chills.

"1720, 1820, 1920, 1948" as I read the dates imprinted on the old newsprints. I took my columnar to jot down the notes I found. I also open the envelope to know more, then suddenly, my hand starts to shake when my eyes caught a sequenced ordered photos of a familiar gentlemen of mine, I can't do anything but to clenched fist.

"why theses idiots commit this stupidity" angrily hissed as I slowly massage my forehead cause by confusion. Underneath each pictures are their names and addresses. Underneath are images of houses with the same timeline written as with the newspaper sort of pamphlet.

"A House in Westfield drive" taken during the year of 1720. I grab the newspaper with the same date as this stationary image.

A house in Westfield drive has achieved notoriety in the last years as a house not only "haunted", but also watched by someone with anonymity. The house was built in 1705 and never been remodeled. Various families inhabited the house throughout the times. Merely Old Dutch Colonial house described as a real estate dream, having 4 bedrooms, an elegant master suite, a simply waxed wood floors, and numerous fireplaces. Lawrence and Patricia Chase bought the newly remodeled home with high hopes in 1719, never expecting the bloodshed and fear that would ensue for a whopping $1.6 million.

"Chase?" repeating the word makes me shiver and gives me chills. I quickly grab my journal and write the information I've been discovered. "Lawrence Chase and Patricia Chase" seems like my great grandpa and grandma. I suddenly stop when I remember that my great grandparents are Friedrich and Dorothy Chase who starts our rum legacy. Seems like we have a long lost deceased relative. Getting my senses back, I pay my attention in finding any lead through this old references I have, printed in time of 1720.

Many hours passed my eye suddenly caught a hand-written hotline number, it seems an anonymous caller just like in the movie of Sherlock Holmes. I write all the information onto my journal deciding to continue searching for some information to my bunker. After getting myself fixed, wearing hoodie while the keys are at my hands I pulled my wheel to the road. as I drive, I wonder if the people mentioned in the old newspaper are connected to my family or to myself, but what connection do they have with the victim either to Richardson's. Wondering if there was any code hidden on those dates. What were those dates, what happened in those days? is there anything related to the past and at Copper's case. If they had any connection to young Richardson's case, what is the sudden urge of the antagonist to kill, but what is its reasons? They seem to be something that pushing inside my mind that the case I am holding and the hidden evidence is also connected to who I really am and what the Chase' are either what secret do my family have. What mystery is wrapped up under filthy murder. What a mystery lies hidden in the town of Realm. I can't believe that the once peaceful and populous town has something to hide. The sins of the past are still being paid by the people of the present.

Back on senses, Sunday morning on west street, looks so quiet and a bit normal, people walking from a run either rush to go for morning breakfast on their own favorite shops. I chuckle when a thought hit my mind, that their beloved hometown holds something to them. The mysterious events of this town seem to be the punishments of the past. They think that the crimes that are happening nowadays are just chance but they do not know that all of this happened because of the retaliation.

Pulling the Volvo on a parking lot on my favorite diner which Pita Club Bomber serves 24/7. Under this place where I choose to continue what I started. Hearing the sound of bell located on top of the door makes me feel at home blend it with the aroma from the shop's kitchen. It feels so good.

"Good morning Lock!" greeted happily with a huge smile on my face

"What's on yah face mate? Good morning. The usual?" big smirk arc on his lips

"yes please?" I wonder if his already here. "Hey mate! Have you seen any familiar going here?" urge of sudden question makes Lock grin.

"it's your another prey isn't it?" whispering like a delusional idiot. "his in table at the back part."

I quickly make a gaze when I heard those words. Lock was right. He's wearing black leather jacket.

"is it my next job mate?" I quickly gaze when I hear Lock's Pony-Russian either British Australian accent. I just wink on him and go underneath the shop by entering a specific red door with "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on it. This is my bunker where I worked on series of tasks and cases. As I opened the door I immediately go downstairs and go to my beige sort museum type of retro computer. The kind in the 90s with a giant CRT monitors and noisy hard disks & fans. "buzz" and "hum" are not as noisy as this one. I immediately looked up for information on the world wide web in addition to what I've collected and to find answers to any inquiry. Only the sound of my old technology was heard in the room. It doesn't matter how many hours passed since I started working on what I started. No matter how difficult the case I am holding, the answer seems to be in front of me but it seems someone is trying to hide it. I know I'm close to the climax but why does it seems like I'm deliberately going away or maybe someone is controlling everything that happens just like on game. I stopped when I saw an article stating what happened on 1720.

"hmmm, let see"

The year 1720 gives a thrilling experience in every citizen living in Realm town. People are having a great time on the said year but little did everyone know, the happy moments they've got as the year 1720 started will replaced by a sensational thrilling and horrifying event that will change everything. Westfield drive a place where everything started, a house not only "haunted", but also watched by someone with anonymity. Neighbors don't have any idea who's the original owner of the house. It was built in 1705 and never been remodeled. Various families are inhabited the house throughout the times. Everyone described the house as a merely Old Dutch Colonial house featured as a real estate dream, having 4 bedrooms, an elegant master suite, a simply waxed wood floors, and numerous fireplaces. A newly wed named Lawrence and Patricia Chase bought and remodeled the dwelling place and make it the so-called home with high hopes in 1719, never expecting the bloodshed and fear that would ensue for a whopping cheap price.

Shortly after the lovers purchase and remodeled they began to build new relationship and create high hopes however, the couple began to receive horrifying letters in their mailbox by someone anonymously claiming to watch the house as if they were claiming the said land structure. The first asked,

"Why are you here?" the letter was signed by the so-called "The onlooker".

The onlooker claimed to always be keeping an eye on the house and mostly to the lovebirds, another letter stated that,

"all the doors and windows even the smallest hole the house has allow me to watch the two of you and track you as you move and go everywhere"

the watcher made references to the couple and threatened them to leave. Mr. and Mrs. Chase reported the said anonymous sender to the police and try to crack any responsible for it. The other day Mrs. Chase alone receive another letter

"and now as the time come I watch for the day when it will be mine again"

each letter was signed by the "onlooker" written with blood on it. Each letter has been reported and filed a case for criminal threats. The letters said to be poured each one more and more disturbing, more than one letter insinuated that there was something about the house that the couple bought, the so-called onlooker asked the two,

" have you found all the secrets in it (the house) holds?" as the couple is being threatened, the detective found out the previous owners of the parliament, Tatiana Scott and Peter Millar, the investigator later decided to filed a civil suit against the previous ones but instead of saying anything Scott and Millar claimed that they had also previously received a letter and knew about the stalker and failed to disclose the information when selling the house, causing emotional distress. The case was thrown out by a judge. The disclosure of the couple's information seems to be a realistic event and therefore it led to more frustration for the newlyweds as they do not know who could possibly do such a thing to them.

"Murder after wedding?" as I read the heading of the next article.

Murder after wedding. The existence of crime is a scary, often uncontrollable part of life. Not only is it endlessly fascinating to probe the human condition, trying to figure out not just how, but why something happened, but perhaps in some ways learning all, there is to know about a crime makes everyone feel like we're building a fortress of information that will help prevent anything of that sort from happening to us. October 3rd 1720 gives a thrilling and horrifying story in the town of Realm. At exactly 7:45 P.M a crime was committed. A 25 years old men named Lawrence Chase and a 23 years old woman named Patricia Chase was found dead bathing in one's own blood, bruises, cuts and gun shots found. Murder was performed same address where the purchased house located. Investigators and detectives tried to solve the crime, constantly returning to the crime scene, day after day each detectives check the place where the crime happened if they can find any evidence that may lead to the suspect but no one succeeded in solving the mystery of the couple's death. The identity of the "onlooker" remains unknown and the house was kept and abandoned.

"No lead, No marks, no fingerprints. Impossible" I hiss out of disappointment

"I'm sure there's a foul play happened here"

"What foul play you talking?" I jump out of shock as Lock came in together with my order.

"Is it possible for a crime found no marks or any fingerprints?" I grab my wallet and pay dollars for what I ordered while murmuring those lines

"maybe the culprit was very diligent not to mark any" I stop when my mind process what Lock said.

"now what's with that all? Can you please tell me drain?"

I chuckle as I heard him call me on my nickname. "case of Copper Richardson" I simply muttered

"Shit mate? How about the Castillo?��� he curiously asked

"he doesn't know any about me" I grab my back pack where the journal and other evidences located and find the first picture on the sequence.

"hell yah! Playing dirty again mate?" I heard him chuckle

"Shit" I heard him cursed as I gave him the picture of our first sort of suspect.

"Seriously mate?"

I nodded as if I'm sure on what piece I have against to crack any of this.

"hey Drain, want me to work on this?" the seriousness on his tone gives me goosebumps I know that Lock is already serious on what he wants to happen.

"no need for violence this time LL" I tried to play cool with this one, I don't want him to know my plans,

not now. I guess

"Damn you! Stop calling me LL its Lock okay! I'm not a kiddo anymore!" we both laugh like an idiot. "but seriously mate, if you need help I'm just here" I nod at him

Silence occupied us we both stared at the image as we think what is the possible move we can make to gather information with this person.

"Well mate, there's only one thing to find out talk to him" as he said those lines I heard the door slammed.

I surely talked to him but I don't know how.

I manage to clean up the stuffs on my tabletop and save the file I create on from my computer and quickly enjoy the savory of the food I bought, after I eat I've decided to go on my Penthouse to rest my mind and move away from thinking. I'm sort of prone at stress and should need to take a rest before my nose bleeds. I pulled over the road realizing it was already midnight, did I work too hard today? The road was quiet as if it is abandoned, workers going home from work and couples dating on the cinema either on the park cherishing moments together, a peaceful home with a happy family that eat dinner together. Wishing I experience one even if it was all dream but I don't have either. Maybe after this 1720 issues, I will go to Lycko's crib to cuddle. I missed her so damn much. I missed my girl. I wish I could spend lot of time with her this last one week of summer before going back to university.

I let out a sigh

Later on…

As I got onto my room I throw my bag on the couch and remove my hoodie and immediately lay down on my bed. Relaxation flows all over my body as I let my body relax and close my eyes to feel the sensations I want. Maybe I'm too hard trying to crack this case, I'm too hard to prove myself to them.

"There's only one way to find out, mate" those words kept repeating on my mind.

How can I talk to him?

How I will act?

I'll admit that I have a hard time with handling this case. I'm having a hard time where to start even when I already started it and how to finish it. Should I continue this or not?

Is accepting the case makes me more selfish and coward to prove myself?

Should I let this pass and let the authorities do their part and do not intervene?

Letting out a sigh and letting myself rest first before thinking more possibilities.

What did you do to make yourself involve?

What did you know?

Should I trust you?

Bailey Peterson (first persona on the sequence)