Dancing in the Rain

She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.

But when we reviewed the footage, there was no one but you, sir.

We’ve got you in multiple camera talking to yourself in the rain naked.

The bodies were found nearby and the knife had your hand prints on it. All the evidence aims towards a premeditated murder. But based on your account, it seems you’ll likely plea insanity.

The interrogation room door swings open with one of the officers reviewing the footage in another room with a horrified look on his face. “Sir, we need you to come take a look at this.”

“Is there a problem?” Asks the Chief.

“I’m not exactly sure how to answer that question, sir.” Says the officer.

“Alright. I’ll have to ask you to excuse me, Mr. Martin. It seems my time is needed elsewhere.” The Chief follows the younger officer into the room and takes a seat before the screen they’re reviewing the footage on.

“Alright, play it back slowly.” Says the officer to the tech controlling the footage.

In the footage, Mr. Martin could be seeing flailing and prancing in the rain, fully nude.

“I’ve already seen this footage. Is there something I should be looking for?” Asks the chief.

“Play it back zoomed in.”

The video starts over, focused around Mr. Martin’s feet. A cold shiver runs down the Chief’s spine. “Was this footage tampered with?”

“No, Sir. We checked thinking the same thing. Once we reviewed, it turns out this is the original footage. No cuts, no edits, no modifications.”

“How is this possible? Have you any theories?” Asks the chief with increased panic in his voice.

“No, sir. We’ve got no explanations for what we are seeing here…”

The footage loops over and over on the same spot by Mr. Martin’s feet. Next to him, minor splashes that appear to be human footprints form briefly before dissipating into the rain. Only Mr. Martin was in the shot. But four footprints were plashed into the water.