He was found under the pier, hands bound to his feet with his wife's hair. She still hadn't washed up but there was enough dried blood on his clothing to suggest she'd been murdered on land and he'd been killed by something in the lake. At that point we didn't know too much more and called it a murder suicide so we could close the case.
If only that damned creature hadn't washed ashore.
See, his face was contorted into a grin so wide it literally split the skin on either side of his mouth. We initially assumed it was rigormortis or some kind of post mortem interference until we cut open his head to examine his brain and found it missing. There was a smallish hole towards the back of the skull and when we flipped him and saw there was some kind of large puncture mark on the back of his neck.
Much like a mosquito, something ad dug into the base of his skull and cleared him out completely.
Soon as that creature was brought in by a couple of very confused fishermen, we knew we'd found one of the killers (possibly the sole killer but until the wife's body turns up we'll never know for certain). It would have looked human from enough of a distance and under the water but on land and up close it was anything but.
I doubt I'll ever forget those wide open eyes, the mouth parted slightly like it had been surprised.
That mouth though. That circular, leechlike mouth full of hollow and serrated teeth matched up with his neck wound perfectly. That creature had killed him and for all we knew the lake was full of them, minus the one we now have in a secured drawer awaiting pickup from some very concerned biologists.
The case is still officially a murder suicide, still officially closed.
And her body still hasn't been found.
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