//------------------------------// // The police wont help you, Simon... // Story: Cry of Fear: Depths of Insanity // by WardenGage //------------------------------// As Simon stepped through the automatic doors at the police station with Sophia next to him, he couldn't help but feel despair, despair about why this happened and WAS happening. Was it some elaborate trick? Was he put on some psycho drug? Was he really insane? No, he couldn't be. He couldn't tell, and let his mind wander. it wandered so much he didn't hear the receptionist ask him what he needed. "Simon," Sophie put her hand on his shoulder. "Hmm? Oh!" He snapped from the trance he was in. "Hello sir, may I ask what you need?" "Yes, I need to speak with the four officers who apprehended a car with the license plate number XVG 965" "XVG 965... XVG 965... XVG, oh! You mean the car apprehended by four officers? Well, only one of the officers is in today." "Can we see him?" Sophie asked "I'll call and see if he's busy." The receptionist said. Sophia nodded before taking Simon over to a seat. About half an hour later, They were called into the office of Sargent Benovin Delov. "You must be Simon Henriksson. I am Sgt. Benovin Delov." He entended his hand. Simon shook his hand in return before sitting. "You said you're name is Delov?" "Yes. Why do you ask?" "That name does'nt seem Swedish." Delov chuckled. "Because it's not, im from Russia." "Ok then," Simon leaned forward. "Down to business. Why did you surround the car with the plate XVG 965?" "You see Simon, we got a tip that the driver was involved in gang activities." It was a lie and the Sargent knew it. It was to stop the creations of the book. A book that made the monsters of Simons head reality for who ever read it. "It's just... Since then, I've been having weird dreams. Dreams of monsters and things that are immpossible. Unfathomable, even! And I dont know what to do." Simon ran his hands through his brown hair. "Well I can recommend a few doctors if you think it will help." The officer wrote down a few names. One that gave Simon chills was a doctor Purnell. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ When the two left the station, Simon looked to Sophie. "You head home, Im gonna head to the bank." "Ok. Take care, Simon." As Sophie turned in the opposite direction, Simon began the walk to the bank. "No one can help you, Simon. Give up and give in. Why do you resist?" "Get the fuck out of my head. DID YOU HEAR ME?!?!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND!!!!!" He turned down an alley and pulled out his phone. There were two new text messages. One was from the bank about a statement, the other from his mother. He opened the text from the bank, and it told him his current balance: 42,220.65. Which converted to 6,472 USD. Enough for 2 and a half month's rent. He needed a job. Bad. He then checked the text from his mother. it read; "Simon, how are you enjoying the apartment? im just texting to ask if things are going good for you and if the move was good. how are you settling? call me back!"-Mom He just wanted to text back;"Things are really shitty, I think im insane, monsters haunt my dreams, and im in an all around bad mood." But he didnt. Instead, he went to the park, which was down the road from the bank and also by his apartment. 10 minutes later... Simon sat down on a wooden bench and listened to the children yelling and running around. But something kept nagging at the back of his mind, a thought that something was watching him. But he couldnt put his finger on it. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Unkown to Simon, the same creature of the night was observing him outside of his mind. It frowned, acknowldging that he was safe during the day, or when light touched him, but in the dark... The dark had complete control.