"First Interrogation"
They took her to the interrogation room and told her to sit and wait in the chair. It smelled like cigarettes, ass, and tears. A man, roughly thirty-three with receding, black hair, walks into the room and looks at her. He eyes are bloodshot and she can smell how dirty he is. His clothes suggest he cares about his job, but his face suggests otherwise.
He brought a camera in with him and sets it up on its tripod. He positions
it so it would be focused on where she sits and would also have him in the frame. He gives a loud, long cough before he pulls his chair from the table, scraping it across the linoleum floor, and sits down. She sneers at how poorly the man takes care of himself.
"I'm Detective Larson," the man tells her. He puts one elbow on the table, holding a pen in his hand. "State your name for the camera please." She scoffs. This would be the fifth time today she'd told someone her name. "I'm tired of repeating myself," she states sourly as she crossed her arms. Her hair falls in her face and she moves it away. The man chuckles then coughs loudly once more. "I promise this will be the last time," he assures her. "Just tell me everything you told the others."
She sighs in frustration but decides to comply. "My name is Jade West," she announces. The man nods to her in thanks. "Thank you, Ms. West. Now, tell me, why did you want to go in the house? You said you heard the rumors of it, so why would you go inside?"
Jade sighs in boredom. "I wanted to go because we needed somewhere to stay," she states monotonously. She sounds like she'd rehearsed the same thing over and over. "College was out for the summer and none of us wanted to leave each other. I thought 'why not stay in that house? It's abandoned so no one will bother us.' I just wish I would have known what would happen; I never would have suggested we stay there..."
"One of your friends recorded the majority of the activity in that house, correct?" Detective Larson asks. Jade nods. "Quinn got a lot of stuff on camera but I haven't gotten around to uploading her footage yet," she says. "I just got over mourning and the funerals. Then I was forced to come here."
"Can you tell me everything that happened before and during your stay at the house please?" Detective Larson asks politely. His gruff appearance certainly didn't match his personality. Then he pulls a cigar from his pocket and puts it in his mouth. He puts it to his lips and pulls out a lighter; then he looks at Jade. "Mind if I smoke?"
Jade shakes her head no and chuckles darkly. "I survived Hell in that house," she says. "Cancer is the least of my problems." She shuffles in her seat and gets comfortable before she speaks again. "We decided everything on the first night of June-the first night of the Red Moon."
So here's the first chapter of my New and Improved House on Red Hill Drive. I hope you like it even though it's just the first chapter. Not a lot happens in this chapter because it sets the scene.
Next chapter will be up by the end of Saturday...hopefully. School's getting tough because I have exams and quarter projects coming up. Thanks for sticking with me though!