The trench coat

The trench coat part two

The next day, around noon, we got another call. It was Karen again, and she called saying that there was a person in her house.
Ross and I got in our cruiser and drove to her house. We got out and knocked on her door. There was no answer, we tried opening it but it was locked. The door then opened and with a sign of relief, it was Karen. She told us she left from her hiding spot but is unsure if the person left or not. We searched the house, but once again we found nothing. We decided to search for a second time but, as we where searching the house again more carefully, something seemed different, the house seemed like it changed from yesterday, like some new detail was added from yesterday after we left, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Ross seemed to notice it too.
We came downstairs and told Karen we couldn't find anything. However she told us to wait as she recorded the person on her security tape while she was in her hiding room. She also stated that her trench coat that was from her dead father, was missing yesterday. What? I told myself, why didn't the lady hit up the police station and reported this earlier, it's almost like she wants to waist out time. She grabbed her phone and began to show us the video. It began with her coming inside the house unlocking the door, she went out and got groceries. But then she dropped her groceries and started screaming. A dark figure, who I could make out by seeing the height from her and Karen, it was at least 6 feet tall, with a black top hat, and what seemed to be a black trench coat, maybe it was the one she was talking about. I couldn't make out, the persons face, it was just all black. Karen proceeded to run to her laundry room that was close to her basement. She closed her door and locked it, while the figure began walking out the front door and closing it.
We where shocked, what we saw was weird looking and unimaginable, I couldn't make out what the figure looked like. But it even gave me more of a chill in my spine as Ross pointed out something.
"Dwayne, the door was locked when we got here, and the tape shows Karen still in her room by the time we arrive."
He was right, this meant only one thing. The figure might have her keys. That would explain how it gotten in safely without breaking in. However this made the situation a lot worse.
We informed Karen that the police department would do whatever they can to find this person. While me and Ross decided to do a little stakeout tomorrow.
As the day passed, me and Ross arrived at noon few blocks away from Karen's house, watching to see if we can catch the figure red handed. We waited over hours until it reached 6:00 o'clock in the dark. We saw someone walking over to Karen's house. Bingo.
We drove closer as but we stopped to notice that Karen was walking to her house. Me and Ross looked at each other. Confused and scared. During the hours before, Karen hasn't let a single foot out of her house, and we watched very carefully to make sure no one got in or out.
She went inside her house, and as a few minutes passed, we saw some
Lights flickering inside her house, we didn't know if this was some kind of signal for help, but we got out of our car and raced to her front door, knocking. No answer, the door was also locked. My walky started vibrating and it was the police station, it was informing us, that Karen just called, and that now there where multiple people in her house. The police station asked if we wanted back up, we said yes, and without another thought we forced the door open. We lunged inside, we looked in the living room because that's where the lights were flickering. The lights where still flickering, but there was no one touching the switch, not even Karen. We called out for her but got no reply. It was quiet, really quiet. We ran upstairs to check it out and swept the rooms to see if anybody was upstairs, we checked every room, inch by inch, but nobody was there. As I paced around in worried confusion, Ross said something that made me stop ice cold.
"There are rooms that shouldn't be here" he said
"What? Wh-what do you mean?" I said back with a shaky voice
"I've been counting the rooms each time we searched the house, first there where 7 rooms, then the last time we came there where 9 rooms, and right now there are 10 rooms."
I couldn't feel my toes. How could I not notice it before. Say the stairs up here seemed shorter, and the hallways we took felt a little longer then usual. I subconsciously knew something was different, but I didn't think it was as creepy as this.
Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door 10 seconds later. It sounded aggressive. We to the windows to check outside, but we weren't
Greeted by police sirens like we hoped. Backup
Hasn't arrived yet. Following my police instincts I started to head downstairs
"Wait" Ross says as he grabs my shoulder
"We left the door open remember"
He was right. Then my radio started crackling
"You need to get out of their now! Karen called and said you need to leave now or you are going to die in her house"
Ross grew pale as the colors drained out of him.
The knocking stopped, but then we started hearing foot steps from the basement. someone was inside the house with us. We had enough and decided to make our way to the door, but we heard a voice coming from the kitchen. It was Karen, she raced to the door and stopped us from going through it. She started talking to us blankly and unemotionally.
"I think he's in the basement" Karen says while pointing her head to the basement, it sounded like footsteps where circling around in there, I felt a bit uneasy about what I was about to do, I was going to break police code and tell her no and to step aside. It seemed more reasonable to wait for backup then face the creature we have no idea about with another person. I moved her out of the way and we got out of her house but as we got out, we saw a dark figure, sitting on-top
Of our car.