"Co on." David led Phoebe outside.
They walked all the way to the cafeteria, he sat her down on a chair and went to buy so coffee, water and fruits. The only available fruits were apples and grapes, indecisive her got both and joined Phoebe at the table.
"Thank you." Phoebe said.
The cafeteria was empty as it was not breakfast or lunch ti, there was a sll of food in the air however because lunch was being prepared in the back kitchen.
Phoebe's stomach turned at the sll of the food, it made her want to vomit.
"How are you feeling now?" David asked.
"I don't know." She replied slowly with a low drawl. "It's kids, I hate it when it's kids. What am I supposed to do about that child? I can't...." she looked around and whispered, "off a kid. Yes, he is evil, but he is a child, even as I say this, I know he cannot be showed rcy because he is a monster."
David slowly moved his hand over and touched Phoebe's. "Don't think about it right now, and don't think about our boys. The past is gone Pheebs, it pains to say this, but you have to accept it. Both of us are still here, we are live, as long as we are together, our boys will co back to us soday."
Phoebe pulled her hand from his, picked up the red apple and bit into it, taking one large bite. David's words, she heard before from the Saxon spirit, she was dealing with things in her own way, slowly.
"I know, I am handling things my own way. Sothing in just broke when I heard those words about the child crying for her mommy.
I am not interested in dragging this case on, i want to wrap it up today and cleanse my mind, body and soul. I don't know why but my heart feels like it's breaking."
A lone tear slipped out of her right eye, she wiped it away and continued munching on the tasteless apple.
David knew that she would not say anymore on the matter, he could not find the right words to use to comfort her. Of what use would it be when Arica's story was unfinished?
Shark ca looking for them after five minutes and they returned to Claire's office for the finale. Everyone looked sowhat better after all the crying and sharing of sorrow. They gave one another comforting smiles as they returned to their seats.
The room felt a bit lighter, their breaths steadier as if the pain and sadness had poured out leaving behind an emptiness waiting to be filled with sothing. They were all dreading what was to co next however, in Humphrey's story.
So of the listeners couldn't take anymore of Humphrey's evilness so Phoebe requested Arica to summarize the story.
Shark however wasn't amused by the suggestion; he was a detective after all and to get a top reward at the end of it all he needed to know everything.
"But how will I investigate if I only get only bits of the story, it's not rosy but the job is the job."
His words earned him a glare from Phoebe, she knew that the glory hound in him wanted every gory detail such that he would later narrate it to Heinz and sensationalize the serial murders.
"Shark are you that selfish that you cannot think about the distress this whole situation is creating? Look at Arica she's distraught reliving this entire thing! Nobody needs to know Humphrey's darkest thoughts, I certainly didn't need to know about what he dread of doing to his pregnant mother. I can't get it out of my head, it will haunt forever."
Grandma Mayfair nodded and even Claire whose job was to work with dead bodies concurred. That statent, the image she had drawn up in her mind, she would never forget it.
Arica shuddered and sighed loudly, attracting attention to herself.
"Alright I will only tell the parts that will help, all I want is for you to capture Humphrey before he hurts Janet Shur."
"Who is that?" Phoebe asked
"The ranch foreman's daughter, I have been stalking Humphrey as a ghost ever since my death. Janet suggested to Mr. Whitlock that Humphrey's playhouse be transford into a brooder for little chicks. Humphrey was unhappy about the suggestion; he marked her I am certain."
David excused himself, he called his n and asked them to stealthily head to the ranch and capture Humphrey Whitlock.
When he returned, Arica had already resud telling the story.
"I took pictures of everything that I saw in the box and the journal, then made sure to return it where I had found it. I exited out of the house and drove off, I honestly didn't know what to do my mind was ssed up.
I was afraid of everything including my shadow, I stayed in my house for two good weeks without getting out. During that ti, I made my research about the kids that died on playgrounds in the most grueso ways, especially if blood was involved. I found ten that I was certain of, there are five others, but I am uncertain about those ones.
I realized that all the playgrounds where these accidents happened where close to the Whitlock ranch or Humphrey's school.
There was no doubt that it was him, he had killed those kids and managed to make them all look like accidents. He switched playgrounds after every kill. He even changed schools three tis which is why I think his parents know what was going on.
They must have suspected sothing at least, that's why they brought him to , I believe. After doing my howork, I went to work to compile a file which I planned to give to the police.
On the night I died, right before I left work, I received a call from Humphrey. Although I was terrified, I answered the call and tried to sound as normal as possible. A whistling sound was what greeted from the other end. It sent chills down my spine, sothing in told I was in danger.
When he finally spoke, he told he was outside the building and asked to see , but I refused and hung up. I peeked through the window and saw him; he was truly waiting for .
It was late, I had worked overti so I was alone, the building was empty with the exception of a single security guard that was conveniently missing from his post.
I panicked and decided to use the ergency stairs, there was a door leading out to an alley. I believed that it was the safest route to exit the building without running into him." Arica paused.
"Did you say that you were pushed and rolled down the stairs?" Connie interrupted.
Arica nodded. "That cunning monster was waiting for on the third floor, and I never saw it coming. He tripped with his foot, I felt his tiny hands push down the stairs. I didn't die imdiately but I could barely move, and I was bleeding.
He squatted over , sniffed my blood and taunted by revealing everything that he had done, Humphrey knew that I had searched through his playhouse, he grabbed my phone from my bag and took it.
Furthermore, he told that Diana had died, and it was my fault for making her open her big mouth. As I lost consciousness, I heard him laugh."
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