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Tablet in hand, Micah’s straight path finally found a turn when he arrived at the diner. He pulled the earbud string to dislodge the music roaring in his ears and stepped inside. His thought process was simple, for often unwarranted complexity muddied the truth. Surely a worker at the diner would have some valuable information about this town, particularly considering this was the only restaurant in a 15 mile radius. As he had hoped, the worker scrubbing the glossy wood counters bore enough resemblance to the one from the other night to be comfortably labelled as the same one. It would be far easier to gather information from someone who had seen and served him before, for their short interactions would allow this man to label Micah a nonthreat and hopefully allow for ease of interview. Micah rattled his brain for the name of the worker before opening conversation, recalling “Xavier” the moment the worker began to speak.

“Back again?” Xavier chuckled darkly, the frown from days earlier still plastered on his face. Micah was quick to note that this was likely his relaxed expression. The worker continued, “Usually newbies like your gang hop town after a few nights. ‘Mean, motel is crap so ‘don’t blame them. Sit wherever ya’ want.”

Prior to even offering a reply, Micah rapidly compiled a mental list of observations. This was characteristic of Micah for when he was actually interested in another person, for it provided a basis on how to approach someone. The current list compromised of Xavier’s tendency to drop “I”s, his lack of hand gestures, shortness of sentences, and a slightly long pause that punctuated every statement.

Drawing a breath, Micah replied, “Motel’s not a Hilton, but we’ve seen too much to be freaked out by a cockroach. Anyways, if you have time, I‘d actually like to talk to you. The people I’m with do ghost hunting and are interviewing the locals of Silverwood. You down?”

A moment of silence hung loosely in the air as the other man weighed his options. Seemingly out of nowhere, he speedily swung around the counter and into a booth near the front. Micah stood rather still for the duration of this process, only progressing once the sat down man invited, “Well, we gonna do this or not?” The frown on his lips nearly turned into a smile, but did not effectively correct the rather off putting facial expression.

Micah slid into the booth seat across from the man and open his tablet, beginning the list of usual questions, “So, for some intro sh-stuff, some intro stuff. I’m Micah Byeon. Part of the Mystery Busters. Look us up on YouTube we got a fu-frick ton of followers and some adventures. I’m going to be taking notes on my tablet, if that’s all right. Mind if I record you? Just kind of standard practice. Last intro question, I promise. Your name is Xavier, right? Can I get a last name?”

“You can cuss if ya’ want. ‘Don’t care all too much. ‘Don’t get all fancy with me either. And yeah, sure—all that’s good. Name’s Xavier Bernardo.”

Micah released a semblance of a chuckle with his permission, turning on the recording app on his phone and opening up a new document. He typed out the basics before starting the actual interview, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just allowed me to do with that permission. Okay, okay, so some basic shit about you—how long have you been working at this diner?”

“Since ‘was five. It’s a family tradition. Three generations.”

“God, you must have some pretty weird stories then with Silverwood from your parents and grandparents. Any stand outs?”

“Yeah. M’ dad and grandpa would always talk about this time when this crazy guy came in. Got into a fight with my uncle and nearly broke his nose. Kept hollerin’ ‘bout somethin’ chasin’ him or bein’ inside him. Story changed each time. He went off to Silverwood and died in that freak thing that happened.”

That sounded eerily like the person Bryce was researching. The notes Micah jotted down were a tad more precise because of this. “Do you have any documentation of this or who this person was?”

“’Maybe got one of my dad’s journal entries back at the house. Could have a few photos. Lord knows my aunt took pictures of everything. Can bring it to work tomorrow if ya’ want.”

“That would be fucking awesome. How about you? Any interesting people stop in here while you were on shift?”

“Nah, not much really. Freaky thing happened when I was real young. Workin’ late though is a trip. ‘Swear, once a week there’s this little girl cryin’ sound outside my window followed by lots of knocking and then weird laughter and then it’s gone. ‘Went out once to investigate, saw nothin’, heard some creepy laughter, felt cold, and then went back inside. Never went back out there since. It can go on for ten minutes max and freaks out the chef back there. Nights it goes real long we just hide in the kitchen. Always walk home together, cheffie ‘n I. Next door neighbors and all and the cryin’ sounds.”

“I’d like to ask you a bit about the freaky thing in a few, but for now, do you have a recording of the sounds?”

“No, no, ‘don’t. Always too scared to record it. Next time it happens, though, I’ll get it.”

“That’d be intensely great. I’ll hook you up with our emails so you can just email it all to us. Now, about that freaky thing. What do you think happened?”

“When I was a kid like you, ‘thought it was some government conspiracy theory. Nowadays, not so much. Workin’ ‘round Silverwood, hearin’ the weird sounds—yeah, definitely not the government. ‘Think it had something to do with that Sabrina Zoel. ‘Think she put together something. She was a psychic ‘n all. Maybe she was a psychic and a medium. Got some demons in on it.”

“And how do you feel about us investigating both Marblemount and Silverwood?”

“Think you’re all stupid and you’re gonna die.”

An audible laugh fell from Micah’s lips. The man’s words held no threat to the boy prepared for death, the boy that would welcome it happily. After a few final wrap up questions, some gentle conversation, and an exchanging of information, the interview ceased.

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