Stalking Slenderman

Chapter Eight

"What's that?" I asked as the two detectives pulled the car over on the side of road, one of them taking a long black cloth out from their pocket.

"A blindfold." Detective Kennedy informed me, and my heart skipped a beat. How exciting.

"You're going to blindfold me? That sounds kinky." I purred with a wink, and the Detective smirked before climbing over into the backseat with me. "Don't worry. I won't make a fuss." I assured him as I turned to give him my back.

A shiver ran up my spine as I felt him place the blindfold over my eyes and tighten it as tightly as possibly. Jeff was right about one thing: they weren't ordinary cops. The use of methods to keep their location a secret was proof of that.

Once the blindfold was secured over my eyes, my second sight came alive, showing me everything in that special way it did. Behind me, I could see Detective Kennedy as a teenage boy with wandering eyes and a hard on as he looked over my slim figure. To my right, I could see Detective Rayley at the driver's seat; however, it wasn't Detective Rayley. Sitting there was the CreepyPasta known as Hat Man with the skinned body of a little boy in his arms, bloodied and limp.

Probably feeling my gaze on him, Detective Rayley snapped his head back to look at me, his eyes piercing and dark as I lost sight of the CreepyPasta.

"She can't see a thing, Rayley. Don't worry so much." Detective Kennedy assured him as he moved back into the front seat.

"Everything is quite dark." I confirmed. It wasn't a total lie. Narrowing his eyes, Rayley returned his gaze to the road and started up the car.

As we drove the rest of the way, I let my mind return to the image my second sight had shown me for Rayley. He was an interesting man, quiet and composed with a bit of weariness and anger within him. He'd gotten my interest; though, I wasn't all that sure whether that was a good thing or not — for him or me.

He had secrets that I wanted to expose, secrets that involved CreepyPasta. There was a darkness in him that was waiting to surface, and I was more than willing to help it.

Still, it was funny how Detective Rayley had been put together with Detective Kennedy. They were nothing alike. While Rayley was clearly being haunted by his demons, Kennedy was busy being a pedophile with teenage desires. How they weren't at each other's throats was the real mystery. Perhaps, their differences created some sort of balance between them. It would make sense.

"We're here." Detective Kennedy announced as the car once again came to a stop. Sighing, I stayed in place as Kennedy came around to help guide me out of the car. I tried my best to act as though I couldn't see a thing, but it was more difficult than I thought it'd be.

In front of us was a short building with a diner sign on it. Why we were at a diner, I had no idea. As we entered, the man at the register immediately straightened up and arched an eyebrow.

"Who's the girl?" The newcomer questioned.

"Not deaf, you moron." Rayley sneered, and the man winced.

"Alright, well, let's just take her in now for questioning. This is Lucinda Shassa. She's someone whom we hope can help give us some leads on a case." Kennedy stepped in, playing the good cop. Yea, there was definitely a balance.

"Go right in." The stranger told them, and the two Detective escorted me in passed the kitchen door. Walking passed the kitchen, there was another door at the opposite end, one with a padlock on it.