The Journal of Officer John

The Latest Call

This journal has been given direct clearance from the director of the AIA, Sebastian M. Drayton. For my descendants, this is a confidential secret known only to a select few. The government already has a hard time explaining to the public what happened, and if the truth got out. It would have caused an arms race like never before. For those who read this, this journal contains the true events that happened all those years ago. This is my story of the town of Perezhil.

September 4, 1925.

It was morning, about 07.00 AM. The sound of the clock woke me up from my comfortable position. Bregugingly waking up, I start my morning routine. first bathing for about 5-10 minutes, second wearing my police uniform, then making breakfast; fried egg, a slice of bread, and bacon. Then drowning that savory meal with the sweetness of a hot tea. After preparing all my things, I leave for the station with my brown trench coat.

Along the way, I saw people packing their belongings. Perhaps they were going to the next town over. If my memory is correct it would be Shelikove. Couldn't blame them, the plague had been reported a couple days ago. Continuing my walk it was only a couple of blocks away, thankfully it was close to my house. If not it would have been a very tiresome walk.

Arriving there and opening the door, there was a fury of activity. People writing on typewriters, passing on papers, collecting them, going back and forth. It was more crowded than usual. Sauntering to my office there was Maxwell doing paperwork.
"morning Maxwell," I greeted him cheerfully.
"Oh, morning Jonathan," he replied softly
after that I went to my chair sat down, and opened my bag, bringing out a new book I bought. Reading it for minutes on end, until a familiar voice was calling my name. 
"Slacking again Officer Denzin?" the voice scornfully said. Looking up, I instantly figured out who it was.
"oh, it's you," I said annoyed. Edmund was at the front of the door, his arm folded. For a man in his early fifths, he has more wrinkles than any man in the station. And it was clear judging by it, he was not pleased. His face was a mixture of disappointment, disapproval, and the phares not surprise.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"What I want you to do?!  people are missing out there. What I want you to do is bloody do your job!" he yelled. "if you are not willing to do even the slightest work. Then why are you here?" he questioned, eyes filled with an interrogated demeanor.
"do I really have to say it every time?" sneering at him and with the most gleeful eye. "because I helped solve your case remember? He saw I would be useful so the Chief hired me straight away.  And because this job pays well."
Edmund lowered his head in response and sighed heavily. "just because you are talented, doesn't mean you deserve it," he said. After that, he walked over to his desk and started doing paperwork.

It was a couple of hours after our little conversation. The room was covered in an aura of calm and tranquility. Maxwell was sorting out files, Edmund doing his things, and I was still reading that book. If you want to know the basics, a town in the Old West was suffering "strange" occurrences. Our hero heard of this and decided it would be fun to see. So he jumped the nearest train and went there. Now back to my story shall we?

We were minding our own business until... the telephone rang. Edmund moves his hand and picks it up.
"yes, this is the police station. What can I do for you?" he asked. As he held the phone, his expression started to change. His eyebrows lowered to a frown and his eyelids squinted. Hearing it closely, the caller seemed frantic, their sounds filled with fear and dread. After a while, Edmund put down the phone and stood up. he glared at both me and Maxwell.
"We have another one," he dreadfully said.
"who's the victim?" Maxwell asked, rising to his feet.
"the victim's name is, Amber Stone. The caller said she's been missing since last night," he said while walking out from his desk.  "we have to go. Now!" he ordered. We complied and went straight to our car; passing by offices until we were at the parking lot. Edmund and Maxwell go to theirs, while I go to mine. It was not long until we drove to our location.