Discovery on Arrival

He really looked forward to the drive home. For one thing, he'd been at work since 11 am the previous morning. For another thing, he just wanted to be with his family.

It often seemed like the drive home during the early morning hours took longer than the drive to work in the daytime; he didn't know whether it was that the traffic signals were on a different pattern or he just felt that it was different in his mind.

He eventually made it home in one piece and parked the car his family had borrowed in the lot in front of their apartment. After shutting the car off, he sat quietly for a brief moment and got out. He sauntered toward the steps and then was suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He saw what at first appeared to be a large mound of clothes in the stairwell at the bottom floor. Upon closer examination, however, he noticed instead that it was the lifeless body of his upstairs neighbor. Chills ran up and down his spine, and he shook with fear.

He unlocked his apartment door. Since it was so late at night, he was careful not to wake the rest of his family. He picked up the phone and dialed 911.

Some Thoughts

Sometimes when my creativity runs wild, I am usually not in a position to record what I'm thinking. I spend time driving home late at night from work, and I often have the beginnings of mysteries in my mind, like what I see on the TV shows CSI and Without A Trace.

These thoughts are very weird indeed. I guess they are supposed to be that way, since they involve crime. Like the time when I imagined my daughter disappearing from the library because she was in the Children's section and I was in a different one.

The idea of psychological profiling all interests me. I think I'm naturally introspective, and I've read and seen other mysteries in which psychological profiling is used.