“Enough is enough,” thought Daryl as he strode up the gravel driveway. “This has got to stop.”
For the past two months since the house next door to his had been purchased by some fellow that had only identified himself as “Charlie”, loud noises had emanated from inside at all hours of the night. Not just noises really. Screams along with the unmistakable sounds of a chainsaw.
Daryl had called the police on several occasions but each time the cops had come and gone with no resolution. On his third complaint call, he’d been told that the officers had heard nothing unusual upon arrival. Without reasonable cause they couldn’t search the house without a warrant.
“This ends today,” thought Daryl checking the pistol hidden in the waistband of his jeans. He knocked loudly.
The front door creaked open revealing a shirtless Charlie.
“Can I help you?” he asked grinning.
“I know you’re doing some crazy shit in here!” shouted Daryl. “You’re not fooling me!”
“Please, this is all a misunderstanding. Won’t you come in?” asked Charlie smoothly.
Cautiously, Daryl stepped inside.
When the police finally got their warrant, Daryl’s mutilated body was the first to be recovered from the basement.
Word Count: 200
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less.]