The script of conversation between Officer Perry and Joel Wreckner.

- Once more Joel, you decide to hide the truth. You are big grown man and if you did something tell it.

- I did nothing!! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

- Young man that's not how you address your elders! Tell it this time Joel and we'll make it easy for-

- Yeah, what could you do? You can't put me on the electric chair or. . . Or put me behind bars! I'm still a teenager!

- You are going to tell the truth about Mrs. Hadger's infant girl.

- I'll tell your shitty truth! It was-

*

The cat! The cat! The cat!! The bloody cat! I have said that to officer Perry so many times but looks like Perry has hearing issues. It's good that I can write now, after all those drugs they hook me up with, I could practically feel like floating. I'm not even going to remember what I did because I heard Dr. Walter is going to up my medication again. Hell with Hannibal Lecter, he would was so smart that they didn't even try to drug him. But I can still remember it because I know what I did.

I did not kill that infant girl in her crib!!

You wanna know how it all happened? Ready? Strap on now cuz you are not going to believe this fantasy.

Let me take you back 3 months from now. It was raining heavily and my school-bus busted its tire. It was pouring down hard so they called another bus to pick us, but nobody was ready so me and my friend Richie got down and said to the driver that we could walk our way home, although the driver told us not to. We went on anyway.

The clouds were grey and dark. There was mist in the atmosphere and a chill which swept along with it. The whole greenery looked spooky, but we had ourselves together. Soon it was Richie's street, so he left. Now I walked on my own, I distinctly remember the smell of the soil; it was sweet and brought memories into my mind. I used to play a lot in rain, and I wanted to do it now but my I was wearing one of my best T-Shirt underneath my raincoat, so I just kept on walking. Well, I walked past the usual McDonald's shop but stopped there because I could hear a little mewling sound. Obviously, it was a cat, but man get this, I'm tough and all in every situation but when it's comes to cats and dogs and animals that just melts me.

Now, that cat was shivering to its bones. It sat there looking at me with its big green eye, unknown if I would pick her up or leave it there. But I picked her up. It had a full black coat of fur and a sceptic face. I walked back to the road and the cats purring had begun, it purred for a long time, but I thought it was just because it was hungry or something.

Boy, I was wrong.

Anyway, I was standing in front of my house. See, if it would have been my cousin's place or my uncle's then it was no problem because both of them had dogs and cats respectively but not in this house. Not even a rat would live here because both my parents didn't like pets at home.

But I had thought about it on the way, and I smiled at myself for my useful brain. Again, consider that sarcasm because you will, after you read what happened ahead. So, I knocked on the door and the door opened there was my mom with her phone in her hand,

'I came to know about the bus. You should've waited.' she said,

'Ma, the driver said it would be another hour or so till the other bus came and I could just walk in about 10 minutes.' I explained.

She agreed to it and then her eyes fell on the cat.

'Why is this cat in your hands?' she asked,

Time for my plan to work, I thought. 'This poor creature was shivering, and it looked at- Ma can we please keep it.'

'No.' said my mother strictly.

'Ma please, pleasssse ' I made my eyes squinch as if about to cry and I held the cat for her. Surprisingly, she let me take her but only until it felt fine.

God, I wish I listened to her.

Anyway, and so the cat was in our house. That day I took care for it very much. I cleaned it in our bathroom leaving it as huge mess of fur, then I fed her milk and some biscuits. It seemed to gobble it all down happily, then I held it and tried to comb it because it had been wet earlier. Afterwards I let it roam. I didn't pay much attention as to what it did when I left it to itself.

About 3 days had passed, I fed her and made her feel comfortable. With the help of my friend, Sarah, it now had a basket in which it slept. Until 3 days it took it's time to make itself sure of every nook and corner of the house and, possibly, on the night of the fourth day, it got really hungry.

When my mother had woken up, she had a jolt of surprise because there were drag marks on the floor. Blood marks. She had followed the trail and it went outside in the garden and there she saw the cat happily playing in garden and next to it was a dead squirrel. But when she checked her basket, there were in fact 4 dead squirrels.

From that time on we had to keep it inside with a belt on its collar. One of my friends whose sister was a vet told that the cat was a female. She had tried to find it's breed but couldn't, concerned about it she had taken it to her seniors who dismissed it as a crossbreed. I was still puzzled about its breed, but it didn't matter at that time.

About a week had passed from the day I rescued that cat from behind the McDonald's, you'd think it was time to let the cat go and so would my mom. But I pretty much knew that mom didn't mind the cat that much now, she had warned me to take care of it and that her garden was not a pet cemetery. But in 5 days there was no trouble with her, and my mother seemed to have forgotten that I had to let go of the cat. I would have been the last one to remind her. . .

. . . You should be thinking about me, I presume you think I am just a bad boy who is making stories to cover up his terrible deed. But I didn't kill Mrs. Hadger's infant girl. Why would I do it? From what I told you - and it's all truth - I have no reason to harm that little baby. Hell, I didn't even mention anything about Mrs. Hadger or her baby. But nobody seemed to take notice of that. Over the course of two months - my stay in this glass jail - I have been given many medications. At first when they brought me here, I was reluctant. I was strong. I didn't want to be hooked up with dope in my veins and made to talk. They do that, they dope you up and you head is all full of dreams and happiness then you begin to talk and tell the truth. But they didn't put dope in me. Instead many alternatives were tried.

It was antidepressants which came first because of my anxiety attacks. I remember them giving me bits of Zoloft and Paxil at regulated interval of time. I became kind of hyperactive for time being but that couldn't cure me because according to one of doctors, there was an interval period in which I would stiffen up and start to go left and right while sitting at one place. Like a pendulum.

Then soon that medication was shut down. They let me pass through the side-effects, this is now, and I am writing this to take it off my chest. Because I feel like I won't remember any of this after they start with another one of their many medications. My parents come to see me. I am not allowed much to take and nor can they give. I asked my dad if I'll ever be out again, and he smiled and said someday. My mother brought me this diary and I'm glad. I shall hide it from them docs, if they find it, they'll take it. Maybe if I got out of this shit, I'll burn this book. I don't want no memories of this. But right now it's important, maybe I should title this, something cool, like "The Terror Cat" or "House Demon", latter sounds epic but I'm not sure. Anyway, it's going to burn afterwards. So this is where it gets interesting. Listen. . .

. . . So about a week has passed by and the cat has a name now, Lucy. She is all fit and strong now, she is playful and all. My friends love her. To sum up, everything is same. The squirrel incident forgotten. Then one night, I woke to have glass of water. I walked towards the kitchen. Lucy slept in her basket there but as I went in and took the glass in my hand, I glanced at the basket and it empty. Lucy is not there. So I drink my water and try to find her because if she goes squirrel-hunting again then I'll have to take her out. The kitchen is in the far end of the corridor and there is a door for the hall entrance. I began to search for Lucy, so I go in the living room. There is a bookshelf near the glass window and the television and the sofa etc. But I can't find Lucy here. I check under the sofa and the recliner but it's not there. So I went to the study room opposite to living room.

There was a fireplace there with a wooden table and chair and more books. My father is a writer, pretty well-known so I guess this news about me must have hit him very hard and stained his image. But shit keeps happening to everyone. Anyway, I checked under the table and behold the emptiness. I realised that I had never looked at this place like a part of the house, because it was closed most of time with my father inside. He would write for hours together and then emerge out if the room, looking bright and happy. I never really went there as a kid, except one time when I was playing hide and seek with my cousins.

I relished the wooden book frame around the room. There were various authors in there, so much of imagination in one place. I felt dizzy because I was half-asleep and worried. I was coming out of the study room when I could see a shadow from the corridor light. It was purposely dim so that no one wakes up but can still see. In that dim light, I saw a womanly figure. She was tall with well-rounded body, I walked towards it, some creepy woman had entered in our house.

I went near it. I was unarmed, I knew but I that she wouldn't hurt me because if she did the house would be awake. A bizarre thought strikes my mind, what if she came in and killed my parents! What if she was waiting for me all the time? My heart began to thud louder, in that quiet and stillness I could hear my heartbeat, Lub, dub, Lub, dub, Lub dub.

I froze on the grounds, believing into the idea. I began to turn back when I noticed Lucy coming from the stairs. I looked at her, she meowed at me and I looked up to where the shadow was. It was gone.

I took the cat and kept it back into its basket and went towards the staircase. I still approached slowly. I had a knife tucked in my pants, careful not hurt myself. I pivoted and took my stance for the woman to come at me. But it was empty. The staircase was untouched and the darkness above mocking me. I put knife back and went to bed, that night swear I could smell blood near me. . .

. . . Okay, so now, if I may interrupt you, I will be adding a script like format to this because some of the talks between Officer Perry and I are of importance as because of the reason that is, I kind of believe in Officer Perry. Call me crazy - that I am branded - but I never had a knack of supernatural. But even though I believe Perry, his deductions don't lead to me killing anybody. So just bear with the script format because that's how I remember it.

Script of conversation between Officer Perry and Joel Wreckner, contd.

- Why didn't you tell that to your parents?

- I would've but I had a 40 marks test and that's hella more compared to a hallucination.

- So you agree?

- On what?

- That you hallucinated.

- I think so. But I didn't today. Today I didn't hallucinate. Today was real. . .

*

. . . I came from my school and it was still moist outside. Showers were due tonight, and I opened the door, and I had a message on the answering machine,

"Honey, hi. I am going to drop your father the airport, he has his tour starting today and then I'll be over to Aunt Clarice. You can order what you like and stay home, I'll be back about 6-ish. Bye, take care."

Guess I had the home myself. I didn't order anything. The test sucked. I just made some sandwich and ate it, wasn't hungry anyway. I spent the time watching shows and then I may been drifted off to sleep because when I woke up the sun was down. I expected mom to arrive soon, so I began to clean up. That's when I noticed that Lucy was outside in the garden. I went out to grab her. But as I went for her, she seemed agitated like really angry and out of control. She was scratching the tree and meowing like anything. I guess she was hungry so I grabbed and she scratched me. I dropped her and put my hand on the scratch. I saw it running. Luckily, it ran in the house. I went in and closed the door. It felt sinister inside.

I began to look for Lucy from standing at the front door when I heard footsteps. They were slow and menacing. They were coming to from the kitchen. I stood near the door, ready to run. No one was supposed to be home. Then I saw the shadow of the same woman, I had seen last night. But this time it wasn't all. She walked closer and soon, there was indeed an unknown woman standing opposite to the long corridor. I felt a shiver. Her feet had fur.

I could have screamed but something told me not to. Her hairs were red and bushy, she had pale white skin with broad shoulders and straight nose. We looked at each other. She was wearing a silk white gown, looking innocent. I began to open the door and run when a force resisted it. It took over me. It wouldn't let the door open, and the mysterious woman came near me. She stood right next me and smiled. Inside her mouth were four sharp cat-like teeth. Her eyes with vertical slits and green. I felt every inch of my body succumbing to this eldritch monster.

The woman opened the door and the whole view changed, all the houses became black like shadows. The road became white and the whole sky turned blood red. Tears began to come out of my eyes. I could see her eyeing the world. I couldn't believe I was keeping a monster as a pet all this time. Then something made me move. I could smell blood everywhere. It made me retch but I couldn't. That demon controlled me. She made me walk after her. It tried countless time to resist but my body simply listened to her. She didn't look back at me but instead went inside Mrs. Hadger's house.

She walked in and so did I, she went towards the upper room and opened the door to reveal a crib. I tried so hard not to move, my skin was going red hot. I could feel my tears, but I had to walk. She picked up the baby, I couldn't watch. No for god's sake! No! But the demon opened her jaw, all the teeth glistening with saliva. I tried closing my eyes, but I couldn't. I watched her take one bite. She had gone for the mouth.

I couldn't take it. My head was cramming in. Blood spewed out. The baby didn't even struggle, it lay in her hands like a doll. Then she went for the chest. Eating every bite with much pleasure as if she had been wanting to do this all this time. She watched me. Her mouth full of blood and organs. She sucked in the eyes. I watched her eat it all and I couldn't do a thing. I felt a tug, and everything began to move closer and instantly I was knocked out.

I opened my eyes lying next the infant torn into bits with the police cuffing me.

That's it.

That's my story. Sorry if you retched up while you read it. But as they say nowadays, Shit happens all the time.

I believe they changed the doctor for me treatment. Someone called Sandra is going to be my new doc. I have been told she is red headed with broad shoulders.