"One night, i concluded my house was definitely haunted. Things started moving, walls started creaking, i started hearing strange noises coming from my baby's baby monitor, and finally, i got attacked, poltergeist or whatever they call it."
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Xander drove hastily to his house. He didn't even bother to put on his seat belt while he drove as he deemed it to be time consuming, even though he could have done it in just two seconds. He was completely drenched in sweat, his hair became greasy, his disheveled saggy tie came resting on his shoulders as the wind blew against him whist he drove swiftly.
He was careful not to go over the speed limit so he wouldn't get held up by troublesome policemen. He honked at every car that stood on his way, screaming and laying curses as he drove past them. His son was in trouble and each second he wasted only made him more nervous.
He finally reached his driveway a few minutes later. He parked in the garage, bolting off towards the front door. He opened it and rushed in screaming Laura's name, his loud wails alerting the policeman who was still at his house, of his presence.
Laura was sitting on the couch, covering her face with her palms, while tiny sobs escaped from her. The policeman, an African-American, bald with a nicely shaved moustache, stretched his muscular arm up towards Xander as he introduced himself as Detective Shaw.
"Where's my son?" Xander asked, as he nervously looked around the house to see if he could catch a glimpse of him anywhere.
"He's been admitted in the nearest General Hospital for observation, but I must assure you he's pretty much okay." Detective Shaw folded his arms towards his chest as he turned to look at Laura, turning back again to look at Xander. After which he spoke in a low but perfectly audible tone.
"I think you should talk to your wife, because she hasn't given me any concrete information, since I arrived. She talks about taking him to the basement and him disappearing mysteriously, after which she found him in the pot. She believes there's a GHOST in your house," he stressed the word ghost, long enough to make Xander understand he was placing emphasis on the word. "And she claims she has been telling you, but you don't want to believe her."
Xander heaved whilst he dried off his sweat with his handkerchief, "Sir, I'm really sorry about this, but I really don't understand what's going on with my wife. Since we moved in she's been complaining about a ghost lurking in the house. I've tried my best to talk her out of it but she still insists there's something here." He breathed out as he was still panting, partly due to being so worried about his wife and son whilst he was driving.
"Have you tried taking her to see a professional?" Detective Shaw asked with a kind demeanor.
"I've considered that, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and I didn't want her to feel like she was going crazy, so I had to drop the idea," Xander sniffed as he looked at Laura with sympathy and compassion in his eyes. He hated seeing her like this and he knew he was going to try helping her even though it didn't look like it was going to be easy.
"I still can't come up with a concrete explanation on how your child ended up on the cooker, but I hope you find out from your wife. I know you love her so much and all, but I warn you, you should make her go see a doctor ASAP or else something similar to this might happen again, and I'm afraid by then it would be out of my hands as she would be taken to a mental facility." The detective stared at Xander and he sensed the young man's expression change almost instantaneously from a sad face to a more frightened one. He didn't need a soothsayer to know the man loved his wife, and the thought of her being committed to a mental asylum really scared him.
