Sinister Tales

Nerves

Nerves

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It's just yours nerves.. Or is it?

Zoe sat in the back of a police car, lounging across the seat, staring up the ceiling thinking of all the past criminals that could have sat back there. "Thanks for driving me home, I really didn't want to bother mom and dad with the task." She thanked her Uncle Rob.

"Date night or something for them?" He asked.

"Yeah. They really need it." She sat up, breathing onto the window then making shapes and letters in the fog her mouth had produced on the glass. First, she drew her name in the best cursive she could manage then went onto hearts and flowers.

"I'm sure they'll get through this rough patch. All couples have one." He assured her and she laid back down without anymore words on the subject.

"Have any murderers sat in this car?" She broke the odd silence their previous conversation left.

"One." He answered back with a monotone. "I'll never forget that kid."

She sat up quickly, staring him through the rear view mirror, shock in her eyes. "A kid?" She had expected him to tell a story about a man who went crazy and killed his wife or vice versa, but the idea of a kid killing someone was like stab to her unexpected brain.

He shook his head. "Yep."

Zoe looked out the window, a middle-aged looking woman stared at her, shaking her head. "She probably thinks I did something bad." She laughed. "The worst thing I've done is steal candy from my fifth grade teacher. It was just laying there on her desk and it tempted me. I couldn't help it."

All her uncle could do was laugh. "And here I was thinking you were the only person who sat back there that wasn't a criminal. I guess I was wrong." He teased her.

"Hey! Fifth grade was a hard time. Just be happy my thug days are behind me." She huffed, sitting back in the seat.

"I'm sure you were the most feared in your grade." Rob continued to mess with her.

"You betcha." Zoe almost forgot what they were talking about before she got distracted by the lady in the other car. "Uncle Rob?" She called out to him, her tone more serious than before.

"Yes?" He looked at the road while talking to his niece.

"Can you tell me about what happened with the kid?" He looked back at her with narrowed eyes and eyesbrows knitted together in confusion, almost seeming as if he had a unibrow. "The one who killed."

With just those few words, his eyes averted from hers and stared off at the road again. He kept his eyes on the asphalt paved road but his mind remained off in the memory of the day the murderer sat in the back of his car. "She was about your age, a teenager but she was still just a kid in my eyes." He took a big breath then let it go before speaking again. "After she brutually murdered three girls, she called the 911 telling them what she did. At first we thought it was a hoax. You know some kids, they really like to mess with the law and prank call us for some unknown reason." Zoe nodded, taking in every bit of his story, more intrigued than she was before. "I decided to go check it out with other officers with me, we needed to take every precaution in case the story was true. My eyes weren't prepared for what we found. We checked the house first, but no dead bodies were there. One of my partners told me they had a barn, I remember the moment as if it was yesterday. We walked into the barn to see three girls dead and the girl who murdered them was just sitting there with a smirk on her face. She didn't fight us, but went willingly."