Demoni

5

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I could barely wait for tomorrow, I wanted to find out every thing there was to know about that girl. I fell asleep as soon as I got home. As soon as I woke up, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, got changed and then hopped on my bike. I rode all the way to the police station, once again.

I ran into the front office, the secretary's desk was empty. I walked closer to the desk. "Hello?" No reply. "I rang the tiny silver bell. Still, nothing. "Mr. Forester?" The knob on the door that led into Mr. Foresters office shook, and the door swung open. It was him, and he had a look of complete confusion on his old, wrinkled face. "Come in and sit down Aleece." He said.

I sat down at his desk, and he pushed over the manilla folder I had seen yesterday. "There's a lot of information in here now, I did some more research last night." I raised an eyebrow. "How much information was there left to find? You have a stack of papers with all background knowledge on her. " i said. "What more is there?" Mr. Forester opened the folder and started to pull out slips of paper and photo's. He pinned them on the cork board behind him. " You want to know why I like you Aleece?" He asked me. "Why?" "Because you're one of those people who you meet and you know you can trust. You're strong, and you're brave, and you're this fiery, soulful, curious girl. But are you strong enough for this?" He answered. I never thought of myself like that, I was mostly called "rude" by mama.

"I'm strong enough." I replied in confidence. Mr. F nodded his head and started to explain. "Malena Spirito was raised by a very religious man, and a woman who worshipped satan. The mother was in charge of the name picking, and she manipulated her husband into liking the name. At least that's the "rational explanation." Mr. Forester took down the picture of the mom and dad with the new born baby. "Then when the baby turned 13 they moved from Sicily to Rome, where Malena and your mother must have met. When they moved, Malena stole and sold a necklace for alcohol money but was caught and sent to jail for 5 years. After she got out, she moved to Torrington Connecticut, 65 O'daley drive." He paused a moment then looked at me sternly."That's your address." I thought about all of the incidents that had started in that house. He began again, this time with an even more frightening situation. "Her father was found dead at the bottom of the stairs , had all stab wounds on almost every part of his body. Malena's body was found in the back of the basement. After finding out Malena was a drug and alcohol addict, and never finding the mother, the case went unsolved." I looked at the board, Mr. Forester took down the pictures of the dead father. "Why can't you just get rid of the case? It's been 20 years." I said. Mr. Forester gave a sarcastic laugh. "Forget about the case?! That's mad, Aleece! I haven't even gotten to the scariest part." I leaned in, looking interested in the next information he would give me. "In the color of black, "are you afraid of the dark?" Was written on the wall. He said. I gulped and thought back to the incident. The same words written on the wall, were the ones that came from the two hands that burned all my skin.

Mr. Forester led me out to the cop car parked in front of the police department. It was about 5:00 in the evening. I hopped in the front seat of the car and Mr. Forester put the keys in the ignition. He started up the car and drove down the road. "Haven't you been told not to get in the car with a stranger?" He asked. I stared at my hands. When ever I'm guilty I twiddle my fingers. "But you're no stranger Mr. Forrester, I feel like I've known you forever." I paused and looked at the rear view mirror. All I could see was his two eyes and he was looking ahead, waiting for my response. "You're my friend." I said smiling. He laughed a bit. "That's sweet honey, but this is the real world." He fixed a tiny picture clipped to the sun visor. In the picture there was at least four young men, smiling at the camera. It was black and white. "There's no such thing as friends in the real world."

We pulled into two big black gates, and drove over a stone gravel path. It was the grave yard. We got out of the car, and Mr. Forester walked up the hill to a small grave. "This is Malena's grave, Aleece." He shifted his foot over one step. "This is her fathers grave." I looked at the two graves that were covered by weeds and rust. "Who would do that to a person?" I asked. He just shrugged at me and lit a smoke. A tiny tear trickled down my face. "What if something like that happens to my family?" He put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey now... How about we do something tomorrow? To get your mind off of all this junk." I looked up at him. "Do you really think it would help?" I said wiping my face. "Listen, my parents were immigrants. I know how it feels to love your family and care about them, but you never hear it from them. Your parents care about you Aleece, but this was their childhood too." He was right. I love my parents but they never said I love you, or anything sweet to you unless you said it to them first. "Tomorrow at 12:00, dolly?" I nodded at him. After our conversation, we got back in the car. He drove me back to the police station, where I got my bike and rode home.

Once I got home, the basement door was open a crack. I simply avoided it, but in my mind it was all I could think about.