Something that is there, but isn't quite there

"What are you even talking about"

James let out a long sigh after an hour long interview with one of the witnesses.

The sounds of police sirens are wailing through the cold skies of the middle-of-nowhere, outside a big cozy cabin, that is now a crime scene. Agents still attempting to calm the few residents and quarantine key suspects. One of which, was a father, who was reported for hiding something supernatural inside the household.

"I'm asking you the last, god CRUCIFYING time, describe the item that you've seen in your room!" James can't continue with this anymore. He had been assigned to this case for a decade now, and right when he got an actual lead, he was afraid that years of investigation was all for nothing. He can't just let it go.

"I swear, I don't know what is in there! I mean,I remember that it isn't round or anything, but that's all I know, please let me go already!" The Father, seemingly still confused by James's question pleaded with tears almost coming out of his eye.

James thought this couldn't go on any longer, so out of desperation, he decides to step into the room and see things by himself, ignoring the warnings from his superiors.

And when he comes out of the room, he was confused, but slightly more fulfilled than he was. He can't remember what was in the room. Not even when he wrote down notes and draw crude sketches of it. Not even with a photograph. He simply can't remember what he just saw.

But he knows that it's not a cube, it's not red either.