The Sheriff: A Fictional Narrative

“My house is the green one across from the field at the foot of the mountain. I’m telling you that I saw it and the next day they said old man Basil was missing. I saw it carry him up the mountainside. When I called the sheriff, they wouldn’t even come out and talk to me.”
The elderly woman finished pumping her gas and said. “I was looking out my window this morning and I saw a monstrous looking thing going across the field carrying something,” the elderly lady said.
“You probably saw a reflection in the mirror,” one of the women whispered and they laughed.
“If you believe he saw something. Then why won’t you believe that I saw something as well?” She said, pointing toward Mr. Burnett.
Ignoring her, the people gathered around Mr. Burnett wanting