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Imposter among me

Almost the sun was down for four hours; the phone rang in the control room.

“I killed two intruders,” said a shivering female voice, and the phone hung up.

The police patrol arrived at the crime place in less than 5 minutes. The door was ajar. They entered the house cautiously and saw a woman on the couch with a blood-stained rod lying next to her.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” a cop asked her.

She shook.

“Where are the intruders?”

She pointed her hand upstairs. A couple of police made their way in the direction she showed. There were three rooms adjacent to each other. The police barged into the first room to find it empty.

They entered the next room and found two corpses in a blood bath. They moved close to the dead bodies. One of the corpses was breathing.

They informed the situation on their walkie-talkie. The breathing man was taken away. The crime scene photographer, evidence collector, and other forensic teams had arrived at the crime scene.

A cop sat down with a note in front of the sobbing woman.

“Ma’am, can you explain the crime?”

“I saw two strangers enjoying and playing chess in one of the rooms upstairs when I returned from the market,” she said, cracking her knuckles with a tone of hatred.

“Terrified, I blew one’s head with the rod, and the other one tried to attack me. But I pushed him away and hit him on his left ear. He fell next to the other guy. Then, I called 911.”

The cop had noted down everything in his notepad. He walked towards the other cop with puzzlement.

“Do you believe what the woman had said? If the strangers are here to rob or attack, why do they have to play chess?”

Suddenly, a lady in a pink t-shirt and blue jeans with a file, which looked like some medical report, entered the house hastily. She looked strained.

The lady walked towards the cop and said, “I am Dr. Sylvia, a psychiatrist. Ms. Kathy is under medication. She is suffering from Capgras syndrome.”

The cop looked bewildered on hearing some weird names.

“It’s a rare case. The syndrome makes an illusion of impersonating a familiar person or thing. In her case, she thinks that her two sons have been murdered and the two youngsters in her house are strangers who often enter the house to steal food and clothing.”

She was taken away in an ambulance, but she kept murmuring, “I killed the intruders. I will be jailed. Who will take care of my Scooby and Lawrence?”

The police silently looked at the crime scene, confused about whether to feel sorry for either the woman or the two sons.

(Inspired from the case reported in 2007.)

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