I don't believe in Fairy tales
I had found Allison Carter a strange mysterious 7 year old girl when we first met, her parents had been the victims of a murder case and she happened to escape the tragedy. My boss had assigned me to the case so before I search the building I had gone to interrogate the child seeing how strange it was that she happened to be the only one who had survived.
When she came into my office alone I was surprised at how unaffected she was of the recent deaths of her parents, and the fact that she came in alone without an adult shocked me.
"Allison are you sure you okay enough to answer these questions without an adult?"
She nodded before holding up her torn up old multi colored stuffed cat saying, "I have Mr. Whiskers with me."
"Allison could you please tell about the night that your parents were murdered?"
She didn't even flinch at the word and only placed her Cat on the table replying,
"Mr. Whiskers told me...there was a monster under my bed.
He said if I didn't leave my room something bad would happen, so I got out of bed with Whiskers and blanket wrapped around me." She had used her cat to express her walking out of her room. "I went to the kitchen and opened up the window quietly to go out onto the fire escape then closed the window like Mr. Whiskers told me."
She held her ears gently while looking down at her feet a saying, "I was sleeping when mommy woke me up with her screams but I didn't say a word cause Whiskers said not to"
She let out a tear closing her eyes, she wiped away her tears hugging her kitten while looking at me right in the eyes with a sad face continuing her story.
"A few moments later mommy's screams stopped....
"A man's gentle voice called out my name but I was told not to reply," she looked at her cat clinging onto it, her shoulders tense. "Whiskers ordered me not to look back as I went down the stairs to go across the street to Mrs. Ronald's house."
I watched as her body relaxed as if the worst was behind her as she continued on with her tale.
"Mrs. Ronald was surprised to find me at her door late at night and asked me why I was there and I replied," she held her teddy to mock what she said.
" 'Mrs. Ronald, Mrs. Ronald there was a scary man in the house, he hurt mommy and daddy,' she brought me inside and called the police but the man was gone."
I was speechless. Had this child escaped on coincidence or had she actually spoken to her toy leading her from death. Why hadn't the man found her? Why hadn't she told her parents of the man? By the end of the day I hadn't been able to search because my brain seemed to be running a marathon.
The next day I went to the Ronald household where Alison was staying until further notice. I drove up to the place and saw the child dancing in the front yard under the watch of Mr. Ronald who was mowing the lawn, I knocked on the gate of the fence causing Allison to let go of her kitten mid-spin as she looked towards the gate.
"Good morning! Lovely day isn't it."
"Investigator Willson! Morning, now, where did Mr. Whiskers go?"
She looked around in search for her teddy, " There you are!"
She had pointed out to cat which lay by the hedges, the sound of rustling caused both Mr. Ronald and I to snapped our heads to the sound only to find a calico cat that looked strangely familiar. Before I knew Alison was sprinting after the cat calling out for her doll that the cat had taken.
I had no clue of how far we ran yet somehow we catch up with the cat, no it was more like the cat wanted us to follow it. We had found Alison at the public park standing in front of a man with dark hair with gray eyes and a crow tatto, holding her teddy in his hand as Alison merely looked up at him with a calm face.
"Hey sweetheart what do you think you doing run in off like that."
She didn't looked at us, but asked the man about the scar on his face which he replied with a gruff voice saying his cat had scratched him.
We walked away from the man but after we were far enough Alison tugged on my sleeve saying,
"Mr. Whisker says that man is guilty, Carl, he hurt mommy and daddy."
With further investigation we had found a sample of blood that didn't blog, after testing the blood sample we had found out that it had indeed been Carl Delbore who was the murderer of the Carter family.
Although the case had been closed my mind always seemed to wander back to the case. Mr. Delbore had no cat but he said in the act out of the shadow came a cat that attacked him but the Carters did not have a cat in there care.
As I had been walking home at night I heard the soft mewling of a feline, I turned my head to find that same cat that had taken the toy of...that cat...that cat looked exactly like Alison's.
The animal had walked towards me into the light of the street lamp,as I backed away.
In it's month was a dead bird which it left placed I front of me befor walking off into the dark night.
The next morning I had been informed that last night Carl Delbore had died from an unknown caused.
I fell back into my chair stunned and bleathless muttering,
"It was real...that thing was real...that child...she was telling the truth...it speaks
...It's alive."
