[Straite Avenue; Time: 8:28 AM]
Terrance Wincox is a simple man, fresh out of college. He's decided to move into a neighborhood that, by his knowledge, is crime free. Wincox and his dog, Jeremy Stewart, were moving in to Straite Avenue.
To Wincox, this seems like a great place to start his life. No crime, no worries. "This is it, Jeremy. This is our new home." Jeremy, not understanding English because he's a dog, wags his tail with excitement, happy that Terrance is happy.
As Terrance takes time unpacking, he hears a voice call to him. "Greetings! You must be my new neighbor." The man wears a black suit and top hat, presenting a formal appearance. "My name is Steven, but you can call me Marvin Midnight. Such a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, neighbor. I'm Terrance." Terrance says, trying not to seem like an awkward mess. "I know we've just met, but do you mind helping?" Marvin picks up a box on the ground. "Not at all, neighbor. Now what makes you want to move into Straite Avenue?" Wincox responds while Jeremy sits in the running car. "Well I've graduated college recently and me and my dog, Jeremy Stewart Little 2008–no I will not clarify–a safe place live in." Terrance starts rambling on who he is, as that's a tendency of his.
After Marvin helps Terrance, Marvin just stops in his tracks. "I… just remembered. There's something I need to do." He looks at Wincox with an unsettling, blank smile. "And welcome to Straite Avenue, where everyone isn't." Marvin heads inside his house. Odd. Terrance perhaps made him uncomfortable. Either way, Terrance finds Marvin strange.
[2 weeks go by; Time: 3:44 BM]
Terrance has felt at ease now and then. But sometimes, he feels like he's being watched. Tonight is no different. Well, not exactly. Terrance hears something coming from the backyard. The noise is coming from behind Marvin's unnecessarily tall fence. Concerned, He knocks on Marvin's door. No response.
Suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder, scaring Terrance. "Disturbing the peace, sir?" the officer says. "N-no sir. I heard some noise, and I was just checking to see if he's alright." The officer's name plate says J. Yakantel. "I assure you, sir, noises from Mr. Ross' home this late are regular occurrences."
"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know that. I just moved in a couple weeks ago." Yakantel nods with understanding. "Yeah… I can tell. Well if you see anything suspicious, just let me know. I live right there, and since there's been no crime, there's a good chance I'll be home." He points at the house across the street. "Have a great night, sir. And welcome to Straite Avenue."
In bed, Terrance lays in silence. Then suddenly, the noise returns violently. The sound of something aggressively being hit five times. Wincox ponders, wondering what the cause for the noise could be. Could Marvin be building something? Or... something worse. He decides to confront Midnight in the morning about it.
[Time: 5:78 ZM]
In the morning, Terrance eats breakfast and feeds Jeremy, the goodest of good boys. Terrance brings Jeremy to go for a walk after he speaks with Marvin. "Morning, neighbor." Marvin smiles politely, like the noise last night never happened. "Good morning, Terrance. Taking your dog on another walk, I see."
"Yeah. Every few days Jeremy wants to... well, 'see the neighborhood' as I'd put it." Terrance chuckled before sounding concerned. "I've heard noises coming from your house last night. Is everything alright?" Marvin looks serious. "I assure you, Terrance, noises from Mr. Midnight's abode just happen. They just do." Terrance looks confused at the sudden change of voice. "Like the five aggressive bangs?" Terrance asks. "Somethings should remain unspoken." Marvin glares with unsettling intensity. "Especially if you don't know where it'll take you."
Marvin adjusts his tie and tips his hat. "I must now depart from our little chat, friend. I've got an omelet to attend to." As Marvin opens his door, Terrance sees a poorly tied trash bag with what looks like a limp hand sticking out. Panic, Marvin quickly slams the door. Wincox continues his walk with Jeremy, whose unaware of the whole encounter. He's a dumb dog, but he's Terrance's dumb dog.
[Time: 6:23 PM]
Wincox finds Marvin's car missing. "Must be out driving." Curiosity getting the better of him, Terrance decided to investigate. Knowing that the door is most likely locked, because the world nowadays is untrustworthy, he looks through the windows. Jeremy, on the other hand, was pissing on the nearest fire hydrant.
There's a piano in the center of the living room, which is normal for the most of it. Kitchen window, the only things of concern are the amount of knives a gentleman can have. The bedroom window, however, there's at least four body bags under his bed. Terrance scans the room to find a damaged and bloodied writer's desk.
"I… I'm going to be sick." Wincox never really liked the sight of blood, probably from a traumatic experience as a child. Looking away from the damage, he spots a camera facing him. He's been caught. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" Rushing home, Terrance Wincox knows that he's been caught.
Terrance returns home, panicked. Suddenly, a little thud can be heard followed by a vehicle screeching. "JEREMY!" Terrance screams, remembering that he left Jeremy outside. Fumbling to open the door, Wincox tearing up, he hopes the worst didn't happen. When he opens the door, he's sees no vehicle. He sees Jeremy. He sees blood.
Jeremy is dead.