Demoni

4

(Hey guys! Before I start I just want to thank @SharaDemontez for encouraging me, it's people like you who I write stories for. Alright, here's chapter 4.)

It always took papa a lot of proof to be convinced, and he started to think I was insane. Didn't he see that door slam shut? He saw the hand prints on my neck, and he saw the bruises. I had more then enough proof to prove that something was wrong, really wrong. Mama didn't know what to believe. She didn't eat, sleep, or even talk for 3 whole days. I felt bad, because I knew it was my fault. Amelia would eat but she'd stay up all night and didn't speak a word. Unlike mama, she still wasn't sleeping or speaking. Ralphie wasn't nearly as affected as the rest of the family, he just stared at the wall sometimes. He acted as if nothing happened.
The morning mama started talking again, was the morning I went down to the Torrington police department.
I grabbed the purple sling bag that papa had gotten me for my 14th birthday. In that bag I packed the pictures of the unknown family, then I left to go and find out what the hell was going on in my house.
I hopped on my bike and rode all the way onto Main Street, then took a left where you'd pass the cop car parking area, and then you drove straight into the visiting area. Quickly, I threw my bike down, and ran inside with my bag over my shoulder.
I ran up to the secretary's desk. "Excuse me mam, please you need to let me speak to someone." I begged. "I'm sorry sweetheart, we're very busy right now." I could see that look in her eye. That look that just said, "you're a dumb teenager trying to pull a prank." "Please mam you don't understand." I begged once again. "Honey, give me your name and number and I'll call you-" she tried to convince me, but I cut her off. "No mam, my mother didn't eat, sleep, or even talk for three days. My sister has been awake since Tuesday, she won't talk to me. M-my father thinks I'm insane. Please." After a long pause, the lady rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, go in." She got up from her seat and pulled out a copper key, then unlocked the door. I walked inside and looked around. The secretary followed me inside. "Mr. Forester, there's a young lady who'd like to speak to you." A tall, thin man approached. He had a white hair, and a white mustache. "Hello, honey." He put out his hand for me to shake. "Hello sir, I was wondering if you know what happened to this girl." I pulled the picture out of my bag and handed it Mr. Forester. I pointed to the child, sitting in between the two adults. He looked at the picture closely, and then looked back up at me. He reached out his hand. "Do you mind if I hold it?" He asked. I shook my head and handed him the frame. He turned around and walked slowly, studying the picture. "Oh, I know her."
He lead me into the jail cells. "What'd you say your name was?" He asked. I replied, "Aleece, my name is Aleece." "Well Aleece, what did your mother think that girls name was?" I tried to remember her last name, but I couldn't. "Malena. My mind is so discombobulated, right now." I answered. He gave me a half smile. "Before I show you this, why don't you sit down." Like that, Mr.Forester lead me out and showed me the file room.
"Now you see cupcake, these are all the cases we've worked on." He showed me a room with only 3 file cabinets. "With all do respect sir, you've only solved this many cases?" I asked. "No, these are all the cases that are unsolved." He opened the first drawer that was labeled "A-D." He pulled out a large manilla folder, filled with papers about an inch thick. It was marked with A word that looked like "spirito." "I haven't seen you around town before. Where'd you come from?" Mr. Forester asked as he handed me the file. "I moved here from Rome." I replied, running my finger over the black ink. "I know, I tricked you. So I just want you to think really quick. Say the name Malena Spirito, but translate the base of the name to English. I mulled it over in my mind. Why didn't I notice earlier?! "Evil spirit..." I said. "Yes, male in Italian is evil. Are you catholic my dear?" I used to be, but when my moms dad died, nonna and mama had a falling out. She cried for 2 days straight. After that, we gave up on religion. What was the point? "It's complicated, sir." I said. "Well," he began with a tone that sounded like he was going to give me some inspiration. "I believe these cases that go unsolved have something to do with the devil." I gasped. "W-Why would you think that?" "It's easy, because no human gets away with a lie." He stood up and walked me back to the front entrance. "Why don't you come back tomorrow? Then I can tell you more." He said as he handed me the picture of the family. Just as I was about to leave, I turned around to face Mr. Forester, who was shutting the door. "Wait sir..." I said. He nodded. "If no human can get away with a lie, what makes you assume all those cases are associated with the devil?" "My dear," he said in a sober voice. "The devil is no human, therefore his lies can either be true or false. You'll never know." I nodded and turned around. "Oh and wait," he called. I turned around.
"This is a strange town. Sleep with the lights on tonight."