"T-that's my...statement," I explain, handing the officer across the table from me a piece of paper, which I have spent the last hour or so writing my account of events that night upon. I twitch, tugging at my scruffy blond hair - even scruffier than usual as it has gone without washing for a few days. He nods at me and, just like that, I'm free to go. I want to say that the Halloween ordeal is finally over, but I know that it isn't. I learned that night that true horror comes from people, and not ghost stories, but I still didn't know what had motivated Clyde to do what he did. Only time will tell...
Apologies for the rushed ending, everyone! I know that the quality of this story dropped dramatically after the first chapter, but that's because I've decided to write a far more meatier story. It'll be a sequel to this, although it'll recap everything here in far greater detail. However, I didn't just want to leave an unfinished story on this site. There are enough of those! If you enjoyed this story, even if just a little bit, then please, please, please head over to my profile and check out my other stories - one of which will include a proper novel-length Creek fan-fiction once I start to work on it. Thanks for your support!