Haunted House Part 8

As morning arrived, Sean and I went to the nearest village, and our destination was, of course, the police station. Upon reaching the police station, I narrated all the events that had befallen Erlena and Rory. I recounted everything without omitting any details. "You mentioned that Roul Waston killed his wife and child because he was caught cheating by his wife? Roul buried his wife in the pine forest, while his child was buried in the bedroom wall?" asked a police officer, clarifying my report. I nodded without hesitation. Throughout the report, Sean remained by my side. Once again, I felt fortunate to have a husband like him. "Yes, Officer. That's what happened." The two police officers, who had been listening to my report, exchanged glances. "But Miss, you can't file a report without evidence," one of the police officers responded. "Evidence? Of course, I have it." "So, what's the evidence? Can you specify?" "I know the whereabouts of the weapon Roul used to kill his child and wife." "Is that so? Where is the weapon?" I sighed before opening my mouth again, ready to answer any questions the police officers threw at me. "Roul killed Erlena by slashing her throat with a dagger. He buried the dagger in the forest along with Erlena's body. The dagger contains Erlena's blood, and I'm confident Roul's fingerprints are still there because he didn't have time to clean the dagger." "But that dagger belongs to Roul, right?" I nodded. "Yes, it's his dagger. Always displayed in his study." "In that case, the presence of Roul's fingerprints on the dagger might not be strong evidence, as it's reasonable that his fingerprints would be on the dagger if he often handled it." I fell silent, trying to recall what I had seen in Erlena's memories. "Is there any stronger evidence that can make your report credible?" I, who was currently looking down, immediately lifted my head when I remembered something important. "Erlena resisted when they argued. She scratched Roul's neck and hands until they bled. If examined, Erlena's blood and Roul's skin should be left on her nails. Isn't that right?" "If your story is true, then that could indeed be strong evidence." "My wife is not lying, Officer. She speaks the truth," added Sean. He, who had been silent, was now involved in the conversation with the two police officers. Sean seemed annoyed because my report wasn't immediately trusted by them. "We can't act recklessly without strong evidence, as we've often received false reports. Therefore, we're very cautious in handling reports." I held Sean's hand, signaling him not to respond to the police officer's statement, shaking my head to indicate he should stay quiet. I hadn't finished telling them the whole truth yet. "Let's continue the report, Officer," I requested. I was relieved that Sean understood my condition; he remained silent and did not interfere. "Alright. Let's continue. You mentioned Erlena Waston was killed with a dagger, and the dagger was buried with her body. What about Rory Waston? Do you have evidence that he was killed by Roul Waston, his father?" I nodded for the umpteenth time. "Roul killed Rory using toy cars. His head was struck with those toys multiple times until Rory died. Rory's body was buried in his bedroom wall. If examined, there might be Rory's blood on those toy cars." The two police officers exchanged glances again, but there was no response from either of them this time. "To ensure you believe my report, how about we go to the location? Verify for yourselves whether what I say is true, that Erlena has indeed been killed and buried in the forest. Also, confirm whether Rory's body is truly buried in his bedroom wall," I said, starting to get annoyed as my report hadn't been fully believed by the two police officers. "Fine, let's go to the location now. We'll verify the truth of your report, Miss Leslie." At that moment, I couldn't help but smile. I felt immensely relieved because my report was finally being taken seriously. *** I, Sean, and several police officers were in the pine forest. I pointed out the location of Erlena's grave to them. The ground began to be dug up. Throughout the excavation process, Sean continued to embrace me, providing support. I knew that, unlike the two police officers who still doubted my report, Sean believed in me completely. During the excavation, my gaze was fixed on the pine tree right next to Erlena's grave. I kept staring at the tree, not without reason, but because on the branches of the tree, I saw the ghostly figure of Erlena sitting. She observed the police officers who were digging up her grave. The moment Erlena's body was found, a pungent odor immediately spread everywhere, the smell of her decomposed body. However, her face was still recognizable. "Now, can you believe my wife's report?" Sean asked sarcastically as the police officer who had been skeptical of my report stood before us. "Yes, her report has proven to be true. There is indeed a corpse buried in this forest." "Was the dagger Roul used to slit Erlena's throat also found?" This time, I asked. The police officer nodded. "Yes, the dagger was also found. You're right; the dagger hadn't been cleaned yet as it was still smeared with blood. We will use it as evidence." "Please don't forget to examine Erlena's nails. I'm sure Roul's blood and skin are left there." "Yes, of course, we will examine them." After saying so, the police officer fell silent while staring at me intently. Naturally, his behavior seemed strange to me. "What's wrong, Officer?" I asked, curious because the police officer was looking at me so seriously. The police officer shook his head. "Nothing. Now let's look for the body of the boy you reported." Hearing that, I nodded enthusiastically. "Sure. Let me show you where the father buried the child." Several police officers followed me, while Sean remained faithfully walking by my side. Upon reaching Rory's room, I hurriedly showed them the wall behind the toy shelf that served as Rory's grave. The police officers seemed to instantly trust me, probably because my report about Erlena's body being buried in the forest had proven true. They shifted the toy shelf so that the wall that became Rory's grave became visible. "If you notice, this wall is indeed newly constructed. The paint looks fresh, very different from the other parts," said one of the police officers who noticed the difference in paint color on the wall. I thought that was understandable, considering Roul had destroyed the wall, and he must have repaired it before disappearing somewhere. Because the gruesome murder had occurred just a week ago, it was clear that the paint on the wall still looked very fresh. The wall began to be demolished. As I looked around the room, I smiled when I saw the ghostly figure of Rory. Rory was sitting on the toy cars that Roul used to strike Rory's head that night. "We found the child's body, Officer!" shouted one of the police officers who was responsible for demolishing the wall. Now, I felt immensely relieved; I had fulfilled my duty correctly. I was confident that Roul would be arrested and punished as severely as possible. "Miss Leslie." My attention was diverted from the ghost of Rory as a police officer approached me. "Yes, what is it, Officer?" I asked, puzzled. "Your report has proven to be true. We will process it immediately." "Yes, please arrest Roul as soon as possible. He is the perpetrator of these murders. He must not be allowed to go free, and he should receive the harshest punishment for taking the lives of two people, especially his wife and child," I expressed passionately. "Of course, we will process this case as quickly as possible, and the perpetrator will be brought to trial." "Thank you, I'll be waiting for further updates." "Can we leave now?" Sean asked, probably unable to endure staying in this place for too long due to the putrid smell emanating from Rory's decaying body. "Wait a moment; there's one thing I want to ask your wife. Something that has been bothering me since your wife provided the report." Sean and I exchanged glances, wondering what the police officer wanted to ask that made him stare at me so intently with a very serious expression. I cleared my throat and nodded. "Please, go ahead if you have a question." "I wonder how you could know the details of this murder case so clearly when you weren't present at the location during the murders. How could you know everything?" It was understandable that the police officer was confused; perhaps this was the reason they initially thought I was making up the story, as they were surprised at how I knew the details of the incident so clearly. "Because I saw everything." The police officer furrowed his brow. "How did you see it? Weren't you at the scene during the incident?" "I saw everything because Erlena's ghost showed me her memories." "Huh? How is that possible?" "My wife has the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. She's an indigo. If you're still in doubt, please ask the police in Arizona because there have been many murder cases like this one that Leslie has solved. The ghosts of the murder victims approach Leslie and show her their memories." Sean helped explain, and the doubt on the police officer's face began to fade; he nodded in understanding. "So, that's how it is. I understand now." The police officer looked at me again, this time with a smile on his lips. "Your ability is very helpful because sometimes there are cases that go unsolved, but thanks to your ability, crimes like this can be clearly revealed. Thank you, Miss Leslie; on behalf of the police, we thank you." This was the first time a police officer had said such a thing to me, and my heart was touched. Angie was right; I should be grateful for this special ability given to me by God. Thanks to this ability, I could not only help ghosts but also assist the living, such as the police, for example. After that, Sean and I bid farewell. Sean took me away from that house, and I wondered where he would take me next. I was genuinely curious because Sean didn't say anything.