The Man
“I’m telling the truth…you have to believe me.” I said well shifting in the restraints in the interrogation room.I know what I saw. It lock eyes with me, I felt ice shoot through my entire spine. It was real.
“Miss, you have to understand how hard it is to believe that you spotted a “Monster”. Monsters aren’t real.” The policeman remarked in a tone implied that he was speaking to a child rather than I. He wouldn’t believe me no matter how much I protested against his demeaning statements.So instead I simply started to grind my teeth and locked my eyes on the concrete floor. Just then a tall, thin ,man came in through the large metal door-the gray color different from the floor that I was watching- but only slightly. The man didn’t even introduce himself nor did he look up, his face was shrouded by the large, black, hat he had on.
He started talking in a raspy voice that was thick as molasses, “Did the monster resemble a skeleton in the face with eyes that had a chilling absence of both the iris and pupil, with thin, slender hands with a slight green tone?”
I stared in disbelief with a dropped jaw. “Yes…how did you know?”I answered. He took of his hat and looked up. His face identical to the person ,no thing I saw earlier.
“AAAHHHHHH” I screamed loud ,it practically shattered the one sided glass to my left.
THE END