The Haunting Of Truman

Devil's Due

Carnival music. Flashing lights. Clowns wearing big shoes, running around with funny laughs. Surreal enviroment. Jack stumbled through the crowds of smiling people eating hot dogs and slurpies. Jack got to a circus tent, and went around back. A fat clown holding a sledge hammar was beating a boy. Jack shouted for it to stop. Static clung to his eyes.
The clown looked up and laughed. Laughed a horrible laugh, like finger nails on a chalk board. Jack's parents fell off Alaska. A wiener dog had been picked up by a bee. Houses merged together and became pools of red and black. A voice shouted, "Doctor Bender, report to room 84. Doctor Bender."
Then his eyes opened. Jack was in an all white room, with a T.V on the wall. A moniter beeped a steady beat. A man in a white coat and blue tie walked into the room. The man was short, around 5'9. He had thick glasses and a short grey beard and short grey hair. The man whistled a tune. Mary Had A Little Lamb. A badge on the man's shirt read, Dr. Bender. Doctor Bender looked at Jack.
"What the.." Muttered Doctor Bender. "How are you awake?!? I mean, you are pumped full of pain killers and drugs, but you should be sleeping."
Jack quickly quipped, "I drink lots of coffee, Bender. Where the hell am I? What the hell happened? And why the hell am I in the hospital?"
Doctor Bender replied, "Call me Ben. And please don't swear! I am very Christian and find it offensive."
"Great. Go say hi to Jesus for me, assclown."
Ben cleared his throat. "You were found unconscious just down by John Street. Covered in blood. What was left of Jakub Salz next to you."
Jack laid back, and sighed. Another person killed. Then he remembered. The newspapers! He had to get them back. His coat was next to the hospital bed. Jack reached over to the overcoat and pulled the newspapers out of the pocket.
He read over most of them. Then, it all came together in Jacks mind. Every piece of the puzzle. It was crystal clear, but he needed to act fast. Get to the police station. He got up out of the bed slowly.
"Woah!" Shouted Dr. Ben. "You can't get out of bed untill tomorrow. Take it easy."
Jack replied, "Shut up. I'm going to save lives." Jack ripped the I.V out of his wrist, causing a slight squirt of blood. He threw on his coat, and grabbed the rest of his clothes.
Ben shouted worryingly. "No! Where are you going?"
"Mars, dumbass."

Jack walked to the police station. His beetle was there for evidence lockup. He had stopped at a restaruant and used the bathroom to change. He now had his coat, tie, dress shirt, and Jeans on. He walked up the front steps of the station. His clothes were the ones from last night, and had blood and gut stains all over them. Police looked at him funny, not sure what to do. Jack pushed open the door, and stumbled in to see policemen and women looking up at him.
"LET ME SEE CHIEF DALTO," he spoke. No one said anything. Chief Dalto walked out of his office.
"Whaddya want?" The chief slurred. Jack stared at him.
"Talk to you. Your office. Alone."
Jack followed the chief into his office. Dalto sat down at his desk, and Jack pulled up a chair. The door was closed.
"I solved it." Said Jack.
Dalto was confused. "What? I don't understand."
"The murders. Paul Simmons was murdered. Camilla Red. Jakub Salz."
"Inform me, please."
Jack cleared his throat and started. "Paul and Jakub were at a carnival three years ago. They were the only witnesses to an 11 year old's murder. They couldn't identify the killer, and both moved here. I don't know why wait two years, but something wanted revenge on Paul. It killed him. Camilla had nothing to do with it, but she found the body. It killed her. Jakub Salz found that body. He would die anyway, so he did. And who found that body?"
Dalto thought. Then gasped. "You did!"
"Yes," replied Jack. I'm next. Me and whatever poor soul found my body. Then whoever finds our bodies will die. Don't you see? It's like a plauge. It will never stop. Not untill the whole town is dead."
The police Chief Dalto stared. There was a silence for about a minute. Then Dalto burst into laughter. "You really expect me to belive this crap! Come on! Go back to wherever you came from, boy. Let the big boys deal with your little ghostie.
Jack gave Dalto a hardened look. He got up, pushed open the office door, and left. The last Dalto saw of him was Jack Moral stepping into his V.W bug.
Funny, it looked like a boy was already in there.