Creepypasta compilation

Rose

"Okay Father, we need you to cooperate with us here. If you're honest from the beginning, things will be a lot better for you." Officer Green sipped his coffee, a little too weak for this time of the night. Things like this didn't happen very often in his small town so he wasn't used to having to stay up all night. But when there's a homicide investigation, it's all hands on deck.

"Are you a God-fearing man, officer?" Father McKenzie held his hands together, nervously rubbing his knuckles.

"Not sure what that has to do with anything, but no, not particularly." Officer Green leaned back in his chair, his spine aching. We're not going to get anywhere with this guy, he thought.

"Then you'll never believe me. But I'm not worried. God knows that I'm a good man and I've done nothing wrong."

Officer Green took another sip of his coffee; longer this time. He needed some time to think about what to say next. He hadn't done many interrogations during his time on the force and most of them ended with a confession in about 5 minutes. This one, he could tell, was going to be a bit more difficult. "Well if you've done nothing wrong, why don't you just tell me what happened? What time did you arrive at Mr. Young's house?"

"I arrived at his house around 6 pm."

"And did he invite you over?"

"Yes."

"Why?" This is going to take all night if I'm only getting one word answers from this guy, he thought, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

"It would probably be best if you heard it from Eric Young himself."

"Alright smart ass, what are you talking about? That guy is dead."

"I received a letter in the mail from him a few days ago. It's in my car. I think it would be best if you just read that."

Officer Green paused for a moment. He wasn't totally thrilled with the idea of following orders from a suspected murderer. But what else was he supposed to do? This interrogation was going nowhere. Nowhere fast at least. He put his palms down on the table, hitting it with more force than he intended, obviously a little exasperated from the events of the night. He pushed his tired body up and left the room.

About an hour had passed before Officer Green returned with the letter. Four pages all sealed in individual plastic baggies. It was really the only hard evidence they had so far. He returned to his seat, across from the Father, not saying a word to him. With another sip of his now-cold coffee, he settled in for a read.

"Dear Father McKenzie,

It's been a while since I last went to church. About 20 years or so, probably. But I need your help now. I'm not proud of what I've done but it really didn't seem to hurt anyone in the beginning. I was really doing more good than harm. I should explain.

I've been a ghost hunter for about 10 years now. But I don't really hunt ghosts. I just go into people's houses, use my fancy equipment to look legitimate and tell them there's nothing to worry about; no ghosts here. They thank me, they pay me, I leave. If they continue to insist, then I burn some stuff, put some crosses up, yell some bullshit like, 'Whatever spirits are here, please leave.' Then they thank me, they pay me, I leave. Simple. I know I'm a fake but at least people minds are put at ease and they just go on with their lives. I know there's no such thing as ghosts but some people's imaginations just run wild and they need someone to calm them down. That's my job. For 10 years now I've been doing this job without incident.

I got a phone call from a woman named Penny Hutchins a few weeks ago. She told me there's an evil spirit in her house and she hears that I'm the best ghost hunter around. She seemed very spooked – as most people are when they're convinced they're being haunted. I assured her that I would help her and that the ghost would be gone in no time. I told her I'd fit her in in the next week or so. Her voice trembling, she replied, "Please hurry."