To catch a predator...

The following day…

Parking his car in front of the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, where several vehicles nearby were being towed away by the authorities to make way for the CSI and detectives and to be impounded as evidence. The detective parked his car and looked out the window to the building, one that had a long history of noise complaints and **** fueled tickets and fines for years. But THIS was different.

Stepping out of his car and checking his tie, the detective closed his car door beside him and made his way towards the fraternity where police put down security tape and waved him inside once he showed them his badge. Once he was inside, he found crews worth of inspectors taking pictures and evidence throughout the entire building. The place looked like a wild party had gone down… One where the guests invited a grizzly bear. Claw marks could be seen raked across the walls, floors and even the ceilings of each room, not to mention crushed furniture all around, battered walls and a ceiling fan uprooted from its wiring and shoved into the ruined fireplace.

Spotting a fellow detective looking the place over, the man nodded a greeting and looked around the place. “So… What have we got here Carl?”

“Well… Frat had a late-night party after a soccer game… They invited everyone at the bar to join them after hours, then chaos follows.” The man explained, giving the place a look around with his arms outstretched. The place looked like a bomb or riot had blown the place apart.

“That’s true with EVERY fraternity… Even a few sororities in the neighbourhood, why is the place empty then?”

“You tell me! We showed up after a noise complaint from the neighbours, when we got here, the music was playing but nobody was in the place to open the door.” Looking around, he pointed towards the scattered sets of clothing on the floor and emptied food containers and boxes scattered everywhere. He even kicked an empty keg out of the way, one of several piled together at the corner of a room the CSI’s were still processing for DNA. “As far as I can figure… They got here, got completely shit-faced on all the liquor they had, and let me tell you, they drank ALL of it! Then they ate everything in the cupboards and fridge then striped down and… Disappeared from the face of the earth without a trace.” Making a face and shrugging with his arms out, Carl shook his head.”

“Huh…” Scratching his head, the bearded detective looked around the place with the same look of confusion, then he noticed the air change. “Where’s that breeze coming from?”

“Oh! This you’ll get a kick out of, come with me Mike.” Waving the detective over, the two men walked to the back end of the building through a hallway that looked like a van had squeezed through and buckled the walls, where Detective Michael blinked back in shock. The back door and most of the rear wall of the building had been completely knocked down, leaving the rear of the fraternity completely exposed and devastated. The swimming pool nearby was completely drained, and a wake of destruction carved a path through the backyard and through the fence towards the treeline.

“So…”

“Yeah…”

Did the neighbours complain about THIS too?”

“Yup! See for yourself.” Carl pointed towards the neighbour’s homes at either end of the fraternity’s property, showing the roofs missing and the walls crushed as if they had been torn open and scooped out by something huge. Walking over to get a better view, Detective Michael gasped when his foot sunk into a deep footprint left behind in the grass. Crouching down to look at it, the print was big enough to fit a garbage can lid and still have room for it to wiggle around the edges. Looking up and following it, the prints led out the path of destruction that went into the trees.

“So, what are you thinking detective? I was thinking these kids got into some trouble with ****… But I don’t think you can blame peyote on THIS!”

“I dunno… I once saw a man loaded on PCP wearing nothing but a diaper storm through town tipping over cars and ripping mailboxes off their hinges… Fella was calling himself Zeus almighty before he got tagged.” Checking his beltline after getting back up off the ground, the detective looked to his partner and nodded. “What do you think this was?”

“Sasquatch…”

“Sasquatch?”

“You know… Big foot.”

“This isn’t an episode of Hairy and the fucking Hendersons Carl, no, Bigfoot’s not to blame for this!”

“Then what do you think it was?”

“Take a look around you Carl!” The detective declared with his arms outstretched and turning to face the fraternity now hollowed out and the two neighbouring houses scooped open and emptied. “Only ONE thing in this world could have caused this much destruction and disappeared without a trace, only ONE thing that could steal an entire football team worth of college students and bar flies, eat them out of house and home and disappear like a fart in the wind!”

“W-what’s that?”

Storming back into the empty fraternity where forensics continued to gather evidence, the detective stormed out the front door where several police gathered when the man came down the steps of the front door and guided them together for a meeting. “Alright everyone, we got ourselves a Snookie on the loose! I want patrols and bloodhound teams prepped and ready, I want them searching every smoke house, waffle house, cake house, pie house and doll house in this city!”

Scattering, the authorities scrambled to their vehicles and began their sweep of the city, heading off in different directions once they left the street. Two of the officers paused at their cruiser to speak out of ear of the detective. “Wait… Snookie? Did he mean the chick from Jersey Shore?”

“do you want to question it, or do you want to catch the chick that ate 30 people?!”

“Pff! Not question it… Duh…”