It was only six in the morning and it was already a busy day at the Roma City Police Station.
There was a frantic woman with a story to tell, an unbelievable story that the sleepy and certainly annoyed chief of police would've listened to a bit more seriously if he didn't have to cut his sleep earlier and race down to the station.
'I missed sleep for this nonsense?' he angrily thought as he did his best to keep his eyes open.
He found the story horrific, but it sounded more like a nightmare since there was no way something so brutal and psychotic could ever happen in the city that has been winning the most peaceful city award for the past five years!
Big black boots attached to long legs fell on the table separating the anxious brunette woman from the sleepy chief. He rose both arms behind his head as he confirmed with the visibly terrified woman what he just heard.
"So, your daughter has been dating a demon and this demon tortured your husband to death. He died and later came back alive as a monster."
"A ghoul," Katherine corrected him.
"Right, ghoul." The chief then continued, "And then the demon ate him?"
Silence fell in the room as Chief Lockwood only stared at the wide-eyed woman for a moment before saying, "Do you know how crazy you sound right now?"
Katherine got up from her chair and slammed her hands down harshly on the crowded, large mahogany desk, "I know it sounds crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes!"
Tears flowed violently from her eyes, "I was forced to watch my husband suffer as every bone in his body twisted and broke."
"But why only George? Why weren't you attacked?"
Katherine swallowed a sob, "It spared my life as a thank you for giving birth to Amaira." She looked at the chief, "That was what it told me."
"All of what happened is Amaira's fault, she invited the demons into this city and into my home. More people will die if you don't heed my words now," she warned.
The chief got his feet off the table and flung a sketch pad to his second-in-command who has been standing to the side quietly. With a small notepad in hand, he looked seriously at Katherine, "You said one of these men was Oliver Stone, who was the other?"
Katherine's spirit lifted as she thought, 'They believe me?' She knew the odds of the police believing her story, but there was no one else she could talk to that would be able to do anything.
"I don't know who he was, I've never seen him around here before, but he and Oliver addressed each other as brothers."
Chief Lockwood wrote something down on his pad before returning his eyes to Katherine, "Can you describe this man to Officer James?"
Katherine's brows grouped together, "I-I'm not sure, his appearance changed a lot from what I first saw after he ate my husband."
"What did he look like before..." the chief paused before continuing, "Before he ate your husband?"
Katherine thought back to the memories of the night before that haunted her mind. She could see him clearly in her head as if he was right in front of her. "He was incredibly handsome, his skin was white like snow and sickly pale, and his hair was darker than the night itself. There were a lot of tattoos on his upper body and he was very well built."
"And his eyes?" the second-in-command questioned.
"They had no set color," she told them. "They were red most of the time, but I saw them turn green and even clear."
The chief's lips twitched upward, but he managed to maintain the serious expression on his face. "Got that James?"
"Yes, sir," Officer James responded while busying his hand with a pencil crayon.
Katherine then went on to describe his appearance after her husband was eaten. The same confusion she had during his change took her features as she recalled, "Not much changed, but his skin got a lot darker."
The wrinkles on her forehead multiplied, "Like a...like a mixture of gold and bronze? I don't know, but it wasn't a normal color."
Chief Lockwood nodded, "If that's all, Mrs. Hendrix, we'll start the investigation right away."
He led her to the door before handing her a piece of paper with his contact details, "If the demons ever show up again or if you need someone to talk to, you can call me."
Katherine wholeheartedly thanked him and bid both gentlemen farewell before leaving the small police station and returning to her car.
She rested her head against the steering wheel and the tears came rushing down again when the horrendous image of the monster her George became flashed through her mind the second she closed her eyes.
Her shoulders shook violently as she loudly sobbed; the pain in her heart wasn't going away, it only intensified every passing second.
Katherine tightly clutched her chest through her nightgown and screamed in an attempt to relieve herself from at least some of the frustration, but her heart only swole more with anger and resentment when she thought of the person that was at the root of all her pain...Amaira.
She wiped her eyes and started the car, but never drove forward. A short distance away was the same man she saw earlier across the road when she was headed for the police station.
He was dressed professionally in a grey and black suit, and dark shades, but what stood out the most to Katherine was his silver hair that was slicked back on his head.
Just like the other time, he only stood there, but unfortunately, his dark shades made her unable to pick up on where he was staring. Was it at her? Her car? What?
Regardless, he gave her the creeps, so she didn't hesitate any longer and drove off quickly. She needed to head home to explain everything to Jenna.
The poor girl was so confused when her mom suddenly rushed out to her car and sped off without even changing out of her nightgown.
Chief Lockwood closed the shutters of his window after Katherine drove off. "You don't actually believe her do you?" Officer James questioned.
"Of course not, that whole family has gone insane." Chief Lockwood lit up a cigar, "But we're still gonna run a small investigation and locate George's body, the last thing we need is that crazy woman causing a panic with her horror stories."