Supernatural 1996: The Goatman

Chapter 3

''You think that piece of shit's behind all this?'' Deputy Jim followed Sheriff Rogers through the busy department. All his deputies were working overtime, receiving calls, patrolling the town, or out searching for the missing body, everyone was on high alert.

''I don't know Jim, it's what we're gonna find out.'' Rogers had known Jim for a long time, since before he was sheriff in fact. He had watched Jim grow up to be a good deputy and an even better man, with good Christian values. Jim was strong and healthy with short blonde hair and the kind of man who couldn't allow bad things to happen. He used to be kind to everyone but after the Birch Road murders and the Smith family, he seemed to become a lot angrier. Who could blame him?

They rounded a corner and found Tweedledee standing nervously at a room door. When he saw them, he straightened up and tried to look less freaked out.

''He say anything or is he just staring at the door the whole time?''

''He's just sitting there,'' Tweedledee shrugged. ''wants to know why he's here.''

''That makes two of us,'' Jim grunted.

''Do you want me to stay here, Sheriff Rogers? Get you a coffee- ''

''No, you were with me in the forest, we both found the arm, you might put together something I missed.''

''But I- ''

''Shut up,'' Rogers pulled open the door and stepped into the cold room.

Creed was sitting in a chair waiting for him. He wore a deputy's coat to keep the night chill out but behind it, Rogers could see the flaps of his belly sticking out. Creed was a wide man with chubby cheeks and patches of thinning hair sticking out all around his head. His pink hands with clean fingernails were crossed in front of him as he watched Rogers walk into the room with bright blue eyes.

''How ya doing Creed?'' Rogers pulled out a chair and made himself comfortable. Jim stood in a corner of the room with crossed arms and a dark stare while Tweedledee stood in the other corner his eyes darting uncertainly between the two men.

''You said you wanted to speak to me Sheriff ,'' Creed's soft voice floated through the room. ''Why did you have to bring me to the Station for a talk?''

''Well frankly Creed, I thought you're more likely to speak truthfully in here than in your nice little apartment.'' Rogers smiled, the lines in his face showing.

He pulled out a cigarette and orange glowed briefly as he lit it. He drew in a puff and smoke trailed out from his nose, ''so how you been, huh.''

Creed watched him.

''It's been what, about six months since you last bothered me?'' He leaned back. ''Harassing and stalking a minor, remember that?''

Rogers noticed Jim's fingers clench into a fist.

''Of course, you were let off for lack of evidence, but we dealt with you right? You wouldn't try anything like that again, Mrs. Hallesworth could sleep easy knowing her boy will be alright.''

Creed stared at him, his cold blue eyes unmoving.

''But now,'' Rogers smiled. ''And you'll laugh at this, yesterday I get a call from old Freeman out in the woods and he complains of strange things happening to him out there and of all things about dogs.''

''Apparently a strange dog is wondering around out there.''

Tweedledee shoved his hands into his pockets suppressing a shudder.

''Anyway, I go out there thinking that it's just some dud call, probably Freeman being full of shit, I even take the rookie with me hoping it'll be learning experience. Imagine my surprise when I find a fucking severed arm lying there in the wet leaves.''