"𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐁, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true," Mrs. McKay voiced her frustrations to the three of us, clad in our official State Police attire.
"Mrs. McKay..." Sam hesitated, his hand gently lifting his hat from his head, and Dean and I mirrored his gesture, respectfully acknowledging her. "We know you spoke with the local authorities."
"But, uh," Dean interjected, his voice carrying a hint of frustration, "This seems like a matter for the state police."
"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw," I encouraged, shifting my attention to the young boy, offering him a warm and reassuring smile.
Evan McKay sought his mother's approval with a quick glance, and upon receiving a nod of affirmation, he began to speak. "I was up late... Watching TV... When I heard this weird noise."
"What did it sound like?" Sam inquired softly.
"It sounded like... A monster."
The three of us exchanged glances. If what we were dealing with truly possessed supernatural qualities, the notion of a monster wouldn't be too far-fetched.
"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV," Mrs. McKay encouraged her son, nudging him gently.
"Um..." Evan trailed off, sheepishly smiling at the siblings in front of him. "Godzilla vs Mothra."
Dean chuckled and nodded in admiration at the child. "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?"
