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| Trick of Treat 2 | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||||||
| 12 October 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Work in progress. Trick or Treat 2 A man in his mid-forties walks into a Police Station and addresses the “Desk” Sergeant. Man-“Excuse me Sergeant, but I believe that you should lock me up, for my sake and that of some unfortunate victim to be.” Serge-“Is that so sir, might I ask why?” Man-“Because I’m a killer” Serge-“Are you sir? Would you like to tell me who you’ve killed? Man-“Most certainly not. I’m not here to make confession or to admit to my crimes. I just want to be stopped. Serge-“So what would you like me to do?” Man-“Lock me up for the night and don’t let me out before sunrise on the first of November.” Serge-“You’ll miss Halloween.” Man-“You’re not taking me seriously are you?” Serge-“Is there anybody I could phone, a wife, mother, or a friend perhaps?” Man-“Just lock me up.” At that moment a Superintendent walked into the Reception Area he was accompanied by a young PC. Serge-“Super, this gentleman want’s to be locked up for the night so that he don’t kill any more people. Just the night of Halloween sir, then we can let him go. Super-“Good evening sir, perhaps you’d like to come with me and the PC and go to an interview room. Constable take the gentleman to Interview room D and on the way get us all a cup of something to drink. I’ll get my notebook and join you in the Interview Room. The Man followed the PC through some swing doors. When they were well out of earshot the Super spoke to the Sergeant. Super-Right Serge, he’s too well dressed to be a dosser, he don’t smell of drink so he’s got to be a nutter. Check the nut-houses and the sheltered accommodation. Let me know when you find anything out. The Super then joined the PC and the Man in Interview Room D. The PC had bought two teas and two coffees. The Man had had one of the Coffees and the Super took the other. PC-Who’s a lucky Boy I’ve got two cups of tea. Man-Doesn’t anyone here take anything seriously? Super-Well Sir, you see I can’t just go locking people up without good reason, so please, if you would, answer a few questions. What is your name? Man-It’s Immaterial. Super-If I let you go, who are you likely to kill? Man-A Trick or Treater. Super-“Why would you kill a Trick or Treater? Man-“Because a group of them killed my mother.” Super-“When was this sir” Man-1996. Super-“How many times have you killed since then? Man-Nine. Super-“I must have a wee, I won’t be a minute.” The Super leaves the room and goes back to reception. Super-Serge, is the Wizz-Kid still in. Serge-Yes sir. WK-I’m here sir having a crafty cuppa. Super-Do a search for children/adolescents that have gone missing on the 31st of October and who have either been found murdered or are still missing. Start your search in 1997. WK-Yes sir. The Super then returned to the Interview Room. Super-Right where were we. So you’ve killed nine, why do you suddenly want to stop? Man-I never wanted to start, but you wouldn’t listen to me and each time you threw me out. PC-Do you mean out of this Police Station? Man-Yes. Super-You say they killed your mother, now if you can give us her name, I can check up on the Murder Enquiry. Man-There was no murder enquiry, they never laid a hand on her. They stood outside the house. They threw eggs and flour at the windows, they pushed dog-shit through the letterbox. When I got in at about 8pm I found the mess and then I found her. She’d had a heart attack, she lay on the floor, she’d pulled the phone onto her as she fell. The Police did come round and arrested two of my neighbours. They had apparently chased the yobs off and had given a couple of them a bit of a slap. All the lights were off, so they thought she was out. So they didn’t check to see if she was alright, but they had cleaned up the worst of the mess. They didn’t get it finished cos the police came and arrested them. Super-Constable, take the Gentleman to the cell furthest from the intake cell and lock it. PC-If you’d like to follow me sir, I’ll take to you to your cell. The Man and the PC left the Interview Room and the Super followed them and then left them as they made their way to the charge office. The Super however went to Reception. Super-Well Sergeant. Serge-Sorry sir, you messed everything up, each year since his mother died, he’s come in and asked to be locked up, and we have to make it a struggle and then we lock him up. He’s not killed anybody, he’s as nutty as a fruitcake. Super-Where’s Wizz-Kid? Serge-He’s doing his bit on the computer. Super-Well don’t stop him. Tomorrow, let the nutter out but well after daybreak, just in case. And tell the PC he can go home. Night Serge. Serge –Night Sir.
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