The Sensitives: A Demonic Paranormal Horror by Rick Wood

Author:Rick Wood
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Horror, Paranormal, Demons, Fiction, Fantasy, Supernatural
ISBN: 9781521864845
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2017-07-16T23:00:00+00:00

21

Jason understood why some officers never married.

It was gone 2.00 a.m.

Five hours since his shift had ended.

And there he was. Sat half-shaven, half-awake, with a half-empty paper cup perched on his crotch – his ninth coffee that day.

What was worse, he saw nothing wrong with that.

And he knew his wife would be furious.

It was just… that girl. Something about her was off. At first, it was a trivial curiosity. Since getting hold of the CCTV footage of her interview and playing it over and over, it had become an incessant nagging. A need to understand. Call it the instinct of experience, or call it being a nosy, lifeless prick; it just didn’t make any sense.

He rewound the stream and watched Kaylee Kemple once more.

Still, she sat there. Motionless. A sadistic grin.

Yes, it was extreme to call the smile of a nine-year-old girl ‘sadistic.’ How could a girl that age have any kind of evil temperament? Personality disorders, or even psychopathy, were known to develop in late adolescence. It was just something…

Off.

That was the only way he could describe it, and it was immensely frustrating. Almost twenty years into the job and the best he could come up with was, “She’s off.”

“Pathetic,” he muttered to himself, finishing the last of his cold, grainy coffee he couldn’t even remember making.

The girl was from a middle-class family. Her dad was a doctor. Her mother was an incredibly caring woman. There were no nurturing influences to create negative behaviour.

So, what was it?

He crumpled the paper cup and threw it at the bin, missing completely and hitting the wall. Slamming his fist on the table with a heavy hand, he leant forward in his chair, getting as close to the screen as possible.

He rubbed his eyes, shook his head and ran his hands through his hair, doing whatever he could to wake himself up.

His next shift started in a few hours.

May as well just sleep in his office chair. It wouldn’t be the first time.

His eyes hovered inches from the screen, staring avidly at the pixelated face.

She didn’t blink.

Not once did the damn girl blink.

She stared back at the questioning officer, eyes wide open, a smile spread across her cute little cheeks. Freckles gleaming on a face full of guilty innocence, a mocking smile mocking the useless interrogation.

“My daddy molested me,” she would repeat every now and then. It was like she was stuck on repeat. A toy doll that could only say one thing.

And the way she said it… It was so bouncy, so playful. It was like she was saying, “I’d like a lolly,” or, “Would you like to play with me?”

Her hands remained at perfect symmetry to each other at all times, resting on each knee. She wore a spotty t-shirt and a frilly skirt. The skirt rode up her legs, as if intentionally. She sat with legs wide open, a playful glint in her eyes filled with lust.

Which was ridiculous to think. Perverted, even.

It’s a nine-year-old girl, for Christ’s sake.

He’d met many women who attempted to use their sexuality to distract the man questioning them.

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