Eyes From Above (Spooky Month)

Beginning.

I sat at my desk. The clock ticked on the wall. Like everyday. It was routine. I stared at the board across the room, that held what evidence I had left after the fire. It'd been almost two years since my house burned. Me and Jack haven't gotten any closer to finding out who did it. It was like a game of cat and mouse, every time we get closer they're always one step ahead. Every. Damn. Time.

I sighed and pushed my chair back as I stood, my office wasn't very bright, dimly lit by a cozy yellowish lamp, I liked it that way. It made things relaxing. Besides I never saw the appeal of very bright areas...I enjoyed peaceful and quiet ones, like the kind you'd see in a dream. I walked around my desk and set my brown jacket onto the counter, then grabbed a pen and paper. The house on the hill was the biggest lead we have so far. Seeing that the cultists had once met up in that very building, it was foolish that me and Jack took off that night. If I had known what they would do I would've shot them all, then and there. But you can't go back in the past. No point in thinking of what could've been. Just have to focus..it was past my shift so thankfully the station was empty, I wasn't sure if Jack had left yet or not tho..I let out a heavy sigh and clicked the pen.. we know the cultist wear red robes and those weird necklaces, do the necklaces mean anything? Or am I just imagining things?

At this point I couldn't bother to care. I just wanted this over with. I'm tired. It's starting to feel pointless. But I can't let those bastards get away with this. What kind of sheriff would I be if I did? What kind of father would I be if I let my daughter's murderer get away with this?

.........

I might just head down to that damn cult house myself. I'm tired of waiting. But it'd be a reckless idea, and Jack surely wouldn't approve of it. What other options do I have? It's only time before the cult targets more people, or me. They might already want my head on a stick. I'm more worried about my family tho. My nephews, Radford and Robert, and my niece Rebekah. The cult has no problem taking out Hope. Who's to say they won't go after anybody else? It'd be over my dead body that I let them get anyone else. I grabbed the red string carefully and wrapped it around a pin, then tied it to another. Connecting the notes and pictures I have..it was all a jumble. We have no clue who any of the cultists were. Tho I wouldn't be too surprised of some suspects I have, the shady people in this town. But there's no solid evidence, so I can't do much. The mayor won't believe me either, it feels as if Jack and the other officers are the only people who do.

Maybe this is all getting to my head. It feels as if there's nothing else to things right now. Go to work, worry about the cult and other cases, go to my apartment, repeat. But I was running on the adrenaline to stop the cult, I'm just one man. I'm not sure if I'll even be able to. Is it even possible..?

I closed my eyes and rubbed my face then glanced at the clock. 11:40 pm. I should probably head home. I reluctantly grabbed my things, tossed them in my bag and locked the doors to the station as I left to my car. I couldn't help but feel as if I was being watched..then again I've been paranoid for years, it's hard to tell weather it's real or just my imagination. I opened the door and put my bag in the passenger seat. Starting up the car and began driving. The town wasn't a very big one, decent one. I've always like the night. Like I said before, the dark is calming to me. It's like a fresh air from the bright sunlight and crowded world..to be by yourself for a bit and enjoy the peace.

But it didn't feel as good as when Amanda (John's wife) and Hope were here.

I don't believe anything will ever replicate that exact feeling.