The dusty box in the Attic

As the police officer walked in,I sighed.I never thought it would go this far.Honestlly,though.Ever since I called 911, they've made my life horrible than it already is.The detective pulled out an notepad.

The oficer gave him a red pen.You usally think they use a black one or maybe blue.Nope every person i've seen here is carrying a red pen.And everything red is making me sick to my stomach.

They thought I was crazy.Insane.Well I would to if someone told me what has happend in only a week and 3 days.I'm suprised i'm not in a isylum.

They keep asking what happened.I've told them about 10 times.The detective lit a smoke and puffed.The officer shook his pen and wrote my brilliant name.

"Can you tell me and my detective exactlly what happend?" The officer asked politely.

"Wait so you own him?" I asked innocentlly.Little did they know I was the opposite.

"Miss Bailey plea-" The detective started saying till I had a giggling attack.Then I stopped laughing and just sat there.

"I have already told you this.Repeadtlly.Everytime a girl would hang up.It's not my fault alot of people died because of your secertary or whatever" I said.But I knew that they was in for a story.

 "You haven't watched people's life drain out because of whatever it was" I whisper the end slowlly and full of rage.What happened should've never happened.

"We think it was not a it but a person"The detictive said while his ignorance flashed across his face.I can tell you one thing, it was not a person.A person could never do that.I have spent a week and a 3 days to figure that out.

"Well can you tell me how it started out.Like around a few days right before it happened?" The detective asked.I flipped my dirt and blood coverd hair out of my face.They must think I have brain damage or something.

"Okay.It was 2 weeks ago" I started.This is gonna be a long night.