Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Twelve

A/n: First of all, I want to thank every single one of you that has read, voted or commented on Deranged. Thanks to you all, Deranged is now number #76 on the what's hot list in Mystery/Thriller. Keep doing what you're doing, you're all making me so happy.

I hope you're all enjoying this story so far. 

I was playing with the hem of my shirt as I waited for my name to be called, sitting on the cold, plastic chairs that they had set down in the hallway. I'm currently at the Mullingar police station, waiting for an officer or whatever to help me find out who's sending me these awful, insane letters. 

"Miss Riley Clark?" I heard someone say and I looked up, seeing the same police officer that had inspected my house when I thought someone had been in it other than me. It all seems like such a long time ago, if you told me everything that had happened over the past few weeks a year ago, I would've probably declared you insane. 

"That's me, I'm Riley Clark." I answered the man, Jeff, was his name if I remember correctly. 

"Ah, miss Clark, Jeff Dawson. I was the one who answered to your call about a burglary." He spoke, shaking my hand. (I changed his name from Jeff Bates to Jeff Dawson because I just didn't like the last name Bates, I don't know.)

"Yes, I remember, how are you doing?" I asked, trying to be polite. 

"I'm doing alright, thank you for asking." He replied while leading me over to a small office at the end of the long hallway. He held open the door for me and I walked in, sitting down on the chair that was placed on one side of the desk. Officer Dawson walked in after me and closed the door, walking over to the more luxurious chair and sitting down. He turned on the old looking computer before turning to me. 

"So, what can I help you with, miss Clark?" He smiled kindly at me. 

I reached down inside my bag and took out the two letters that I had already received, I very well believed more would come. Both of the letters were safely inside their envelopes but I could still feel the pressure of them. They made me feel uneasy and I wanted to get rid of them as soon as I could. 

Before handing over the two letters, I felt something touch my shoulder, giving it a slight, reassuring squeeze. Niall was with me, he wouldn't make me do this on my own. He was right by my side. 

I took a deep breath and moved my hand across the desk, giving them to the police officer. 

"These are two letters I have received over the past week and I'm very sure more will follow." I spoke confidently. "Can I read them?" He asked, looking at the letters. 

I just gave them to him, of course he can read them. 

"Yes, of course." I spoke, fiddling with my fingers.

He opened up the envelopes as soon as I answered them, taking out the first letter. I had written the dates they had arrived on the front side of the envelope, to make it more clear. His eyes scanned over the paper slowly, raising his eyebrows every now and then. He put the first letter down and took out the second one, reading it at the same pace, looking just as confused as he did with the first letter.

He was a cop, he had to be used to lunatics and insane people, right? 

After a few minutes he layed both of the letters down in front of him and turned his attention back to me. "Do you have any idea who could have written these letters?" 

"No, that's the point. I have no idea who's doing this and it's driving me crazy, I'm constantly feeling like I'm being watched by some creep." I answered him.

"Alright, there's no need to panic. Most of the time, people send these letters because they are bored or have some unsolved issues going on within themselves and want to project it on to others. It is very unlikely that this person will actually proceed to do the things he or she has written down in these letters." He leaned back in his chair, giving me a reassuring smile. "But just to make sure, I will have these send to the lab, my colleagues will examine it for fingerprints other than our own." 

"There's nothing else you can do?" I asked him, I know I had Niall watching over me but what if he wasn't watching me for a few minutes and something actually happened? The killer seemed to know that Niall's spirit was still in the house, otherwise he or she would've never surrounded the entire house with mountain ash, right?

"I'm sorry, miss Clark, If you notice anything strange going on, be sure to give us a call but, other than that , there's really not much I will be able to do for you." He had a sad smile on his face, almost as if he felt bad because of the police station's policies.

"Alright, I guess I'll call you when I'm laying dead on my front porch then." I sounded very sarcastic if you ask me, I think I wasn't the only one who noticed because I suddenly felt someone kicking against my shin. I hissed underneath my breath, hoping that officer Dawson hadn't noticed. 

Screw you and your powers, Niall. 

"I'm sure it won't come that far, I'll personally give you a call when the results on the fingerprints have arrived." He smiled, sticking out his hand. I took it while he opened the door for me. "Have a nice day, miss Clark." He said as I walked out of the small room. "Thank you, you too." I turned around and made my way out of the police station, back home were anyone could be waiting for me. For all I know, there could be another letter laying on the doormat, waiting for me to have another heart attack. 

At least I had Niall, he sure made everything less miserable.

A/n: I know it's short, don't worry, it's just a filler. I just really wanted to give you another update.

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