by Sandeep Sharma
“Sir, I am a murderer.” She trembled while saying this. She was sitting in our police station, across from me at my table. She was there to surrender herself.
I was the in charge of the police station.
She was a beautiful lady of 22 or 23 years. She had beautiful long hair and was wearing a pink shirt and dark blue jeans. She looked like she came from a nice, rich family.
“A murderer?” I asked her after taking a long pause of surprise. Most murderers didn't walk into the police station willingly. Nor were they young girls.
“I killed three people.” This surprised me even more. Killing multiple people. Walking into the police station. The whole thing was a bit unusual.
“I killed my gardener, my driver and...” She paused as she began to tear up. “And my mother.” By this point she was sobbing. I gave her water to help her calm down.
When she calmed, she continued, “Please I beg of you, please arrest me before I hurt anyone else!”
“Why did you kill them? Ma'am, what is your name?”
“Shilpa.” Tears were still streaming down her cheek.
“Shilpa, I'm going to ask you again. Why did you kill them?”
“I don’t know. It just.....Happened."
“Shilpa, I don't understand. And I cannot arrest you without any proof or dead bodies.” She stared intensely into my eyes.
I repeated, “Shilpa, where are the bodies?”
“Buried in my garden.” I couldn't tell if she was lying. It didn't look like it, but the whole situation was so ridiculous I didn't know what to believe.
I decided to visit her house. I brought two constables with me. When we reached her house she led us to her garden and pointed to a pile of dirt in the grass. "There."
I commanded the constables to dig.
“Are all the bodies here?” I asked Shilpa.
She shook her head. "My mother isn't. She's inside the house."
She led me inside the house and stopped in front of a door. “Inside. My mother is inside.” She started to cry again.
I slowly stepped inside the room. The room was so dark that it was difficult to see anything. I had to use the flashlight I brought.
I searched the entire room, but the room seemed completely empty. Then, I spotted another door in the corner.
I opened the door. My heart started pounding. I was shocked by what I saw...
There were three bodies in that room. Two men and an old lady. The two men and Shilpa's mother.
But why did Shilpa tell me that two bodies were buried outs...."AHH!" I didn't get a chance to finish that thought.
I felt a piercing pain in my upper back and immediately collapsed to my knees. Someone had stabbed me from behind. I turned.
Shilpa stood behind me with a bloody knife in her right hand. A knife covered with my blood.
“Why?” I asked her in a weak, trembling voice.
She slowly walked towards me and stabbed me in my stomach. He could barely stay conscious. “Because, it’s fun.”
I collapsed face first into the ground. She grabbed my gun and rushed outside. I heard two gun shots. She had killed my constables.
Before I passed out, the last thing I remember seeing was Shilpa holding my walkie talking, telling an officer from my police station in an innocent sounding voice, "Sir, I am a murderer."