Red's Family Diner

Chapter 12

September 10th, 1962

Wilbur Beloved —

I was finally home, instantly confronted by the police, however. Asking on my whereabouts as I only eased them off. And when the police were around–newspapers and television stations flooded. It was rather completely overwhelming and I only found myself shut into my house with a detective and cop.
"Sorry to be a bother Mr. Beloved, but we were hoping to have a few words with you." The detective spoke as I nodded. "Sit down if you'd like sir," I spoke, remembering the state of my house. It was slightly messy–but enough for you to understand what each room was. The cop declined, but the detective urged me to as well. Sitting directly across from me. "So, where were you on September 5th?" Instantly to the point. "I went out for dinner," I replied quickly. Feeling my stomach drop. That's true. You did go out for dinner, Wilbur. "I see, and who were you eating out with?" I felt my tongue freeze as I didn't even want to think of Red. Especially since he was responsible for...this entire mess. And whatever he decided to do while I calmed myself down. "Red Television," I spoke flatly. The detective nodded, looking back up from his notepad. I could watch him write his name down. "And, where were you afterward? A close family member of yours claimed you'd be home. And well, the incident was on the 5th...You were gone for 5 days." They asked as I felt my palm sweat. Shit. Has it been 5 days? "Who said I would? I'm a businessman so I've been just traveling around. I wasn't in town." I said, lying clearly, but managed to keep my composure. The man nodded gently, clicking his pen and placing it inside his coat. "I see, we'll go talk to Mr.Television then. We'll call you when we mention enough." They said, walking out of the house. Closing the door behind them as flashes flung inside the house. I was left alone, back in this house, repeating my horrible thoughts.

"Wilbur?" Maddie's voice echoed, making me flinch slightly as I turned around. Spotting her silhouette. I breathed heavily, unsure of why this was happening. It's only 1 in the afternoon! You–You don't happen this early?! I stayed still staring at the black figure morth around–jumping down the hallway before grabbing my face. How it was grabbing my face confused me, there were no hands. I choked on my saliva slightly looking at this form of Maddie. "You're brave for lying about my death." She said, her neck cracking and turning. I could see clearly her insides–her organs acting like Jello in a sort. "I–" I started, before watching her already exposed skull split apart. Exploding nearly as I stared in awe. The beauty of this form of death, repeating as she melted away and into that monster. "You left Red?" It asked, removing its hand and looking at me. Trailing around the house, picking at photos. I found myself still stuck, almost glued to the table. My hands stuck in front of me as I groaned. "He was getting rather disgusting," I said, trying to forget his rather clear attempts. "Disgusting? You're calling love disgusting? Coming from someone who just killed his wife!" It joked as I scoffed, trying to laugh. But what came out was just a pained laugh. "Can that stop being mentioned?" I asked, before looking at where I last saw it–but was only scared by seeing its single eye staring close at me. And intently. "No." It spat, before turning itself back around. "Then–Wilbur. If you keep sulking and planning to do this. I might as well warn you. When her funeral comes around–lock your window that night. Okay?" It said. I paused slightly, confused as I lifted my finger up. "My window? I sleep on the second story?" I asked, and it only replied with a smile. "You're sure a story could save you?" It said. I felt my teeth grit as I got up finally. "Yes. I'm fucking sure! You really have a nerve despite never even introducing yourself!" I recalled, trying to remember if this thing was the source of my horrible thoughts and feelings. "I can't say it." It said, floating around me, circling. "It's rather for people who decide to make deals with me. You might have to talk personally with someone." It toyed around, cackling a bit as I rolled my eyes. Crossing my arms as I exhaled. "Great shit," I muttered, before turning to see it gone. This time–there was only a piece of feather on the floor. Almost like it was summoned to someone else. That didn't matter. The cops are already heading to Red and I have to hope and pray his cocky behavior doesn't get the best. Since that asshole is now from what I can tell: a sadistic bastard.