“Colin, I have some bad news… this will be the last time we will be meeting,” said the therapist. 33 minutes and 24 seconds later.
“Well Colin that is all the time we have today, I hope that you find a way to get over your past and move on and I’m sorry about your dead wife and daughter,” she said.
“Ruth isn’t dead she”s missing!” I said angrily.
“Well it was nice meeting with you.” she said for the last time.
Later that evening I went to the Philadelphia PD, that was where I worked. I was a detective that investigates murders and disappearances, my top case was trying find my daughter, she hasn’t been seen since the of the fire. Then the comissener came up to me. He had a face, a face that you see right before you get bad news.
“Miller I’m … I’m closing your daughter’s case.”
“What why?” I said.
“It has been two years no clues, no suspects and no trace of her since.” he said. I began to pace feeling light headed, so walked into the men’s bathroom. I put my head against the mirror and slammed it against it. There was a huge crack where my head was. At that moment I knew that I have lost everything.My head started to bleed, a lot. I started the sink, watching the blood go down the drain. I look up at the mirror. There I saw a man in a black suit. His eyes were black burned out of his head. I turned around and he was was no more than an inch away from me.
2. One last time
He started to grin, he grabbed my throat. He said nothing, then the light went out, then back on. The man’s smile has now huge and his teeth were jagged. The light went out then on then out then out then on out then on, this time he looked like he was about to take a bite out of me… the lights went out, then back on. I was lying on the ground with blood dripping down my face.
A man walked out out of a stall looking confused and shocked.
“What the hell happened to you” asked Officer Wigems. I got up and walked out. I was dizzy and hearing the same ringing I once did years ago. I tripped and one of the officers caught me and asked “You good!?” I replied with multiple studders.
“I’m not feeling so great, s…s-o I’m going h-ome”. As I got in the car the ringing had gotten worse and I felt dizzy like everything was vibrating.
10 minutes later I arrived at my apartment building, I needed my meds to help with the seisers. I ran up the staircase all 9 floors. When I got to the ninth floor I noticed my door was cracked open.
I pulled out my revolver.
“PPD, show yourself!” I yelled. I flipped the light switch, didn’t work. I cocked the gun and crept slowly.
“Don’t you remember me.” said a voice from the living room.
“Well…I remember you.” It said again.
I turned on my flashlight that I grabbed from the kitchen counter. I turned it on and found a creature sitting in my lounge chair. Its skin was red, its teeth were stained with blood, and had large horns. I fired my gun with a loud BANG. The creature turned into smoke, then turned back to its old form.
“What the hell are you,” I said softly
“I am the devil.” It said.
“What do you want from me?” I said trembling.
“I want to make a deal. You’ve spent the past two years of your mess of a life, trying to find your daughter, and drink yourself to death.” By the tone of his voice I could tell that he had something I wanted, that hurt myself to get back since the incident.
“What are you trying to say?” I said. I paused.
“I do remember you, you’re the voice I’ve been hearing.”
“Yes” It said.
“How would you like to see your daughter again.”
“What!?,” I yelled.
“Yes you can see Ruth one last time. But you will be put through hell, evil spirits, demonic presences, will try to kill you, you will be scarred for life, also in the end you must kill her or your soul is mine.”
He rolled out a contract…I signed.
The Middle Seat 