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Sparklewood - Day 3
Published Oct 1, 2010


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If you haven't read the earlier parts yet, it's more fun if you do so now, starting with the prolog (http://www.thesimsresource.com/stories/details/title/sparklewood--prolog/category/sims3-mystery/id/18805/).

As a refresher here's the story so far:
Because the narrator Jake Jarvis suffers from writer's block, he had recently moved to Sparklewood, but yet feels like a stranger. Although there seems to be a kind of neighbourhood watch in place his daily deliveries of buns and milk appear to be stolen each morning. During one night he is aroused from slumber by a noise outside. He notices a large shadow disappearing into the night. He searches for clues and is drawn to lights at the house of his neighbour Mrs. Roosebud. Upon entering he is thrown out by her.
While checking facts for a new story at the library Jake learns that his house is built on a so-called fairy ground. The previous inhabitant left because of odd accidents long ago. A second effort to befriend his neighbour Mrs. Rosebud fails miserably. The next night he lays in wait for the milk thief, but gets distracted and misses him. The same night sees him getting back to writing again, although he develops some suspicions about his motivations.

If you haven't read the earlier parts yet, it's more fun if you do so now, starting with the prolog (http://www.thesimsresource.com/stories/details/title/sparklewood--prolog/category/sims3-mystery/id/18805/).

As a refresher here's the story so far:
Because the narrator Jake Jarvis suffers from writer's block, he had recently moved to Sparklewood, but yet feels like a stranger. Although there seems to be a kind of neighbourhood watch in place his daily deliveries of buns and milk appear to be stolen each morning. During one night he is aroused from slumber by a noise outside. He notices a large shadow disappearing into the night. He searches for clues and is drawn to lights at the house of his neighbour Mrs. Roosebud. Upon entering he is thrown out by her.
While checking facts for a new story at the library Jake learns that his house is built on a so-called fairy ground. The previous inhabitant left because of odd accidents long ago. A second effort to befriend his neighbour Mrs. Rosebud fails miserably. The next night he lays in wait for the milk thief, but gets distracted and misses him. The same night sees him getting back to writing again, although he develops some suspicions about his motivations.
Again I had to drive into town to keep my part of the deal with my stomach. Food in exchange for no bad gut feelings. This morning the waiter at the café showed more enthusiasm. The more I started to look like a regular customer the more I seemed to climb his attention ladder.

If he kept improving, I might even consider letting him survive when he'd make his appearance as villain in my next story.
While I munched away, I recounted the facts. Last night had proved that the goods had been delivered correctly. So it was true they were stolen. But why and by whom? I couldn't make head or tail of it.

Even if financially speaking it was a trivial matter, I didn’t like the idea of someone stealing from me at all. I was determined to put an end to it.
I went to the police station. It was a surprisingly large building for such a small town. Then I remembered that Sparklewood was a kind of central hub for several even smaller villages dotted around it. Among the blind the one-eyed is king. Never had it been more true than with Sparklewood. Nearly all important facilities were concentrated at the court of this one-eyed king, while his smaller peers probably lacked even the most basic of shops.

Life's not fair even if your're a village.
Appearently not all offices were used by the police. Some other municipal authorities were present as well which made the corridors looking much less menacing. Ordinary people were scurrying along, clutching a form in their hand, talking to each other. Children wailing out of boredom. But no criminal on the run. No stern looking official that patted his gun while looking thoughtfully at every new arrival. I relaxed while I steered towards the police offices. I was welcomed by an obliging attendant. After he had listened to my request he led me to a young detective with the name of Pauline Harker. She flashed me a friendly smile and asked me what crime I wanted to report.

"The theft of a milk bottle.", I replied. She looked up as if to verify I was not pulling her leg. "And of buns!", I added triumphantly.
When I failed to break into laughs, but kept staring expectantly at her, she examined me more closely. First she frowned, then sighed.

"Are you sure you want to file a report about a milk bottle theft? I mean, it had cost you probably more to drive to our station than to buy a new milk bottle. And we don't have that many staff to investigate in insignificant matters."
I nodded in agreement. "I see your point. But it has happened to me three times in a row now, and I am really frustrated about it. I know for sure the bottles are delivered but always stolen early in the morning."

"Okay, I will open a case, but don't let your expectations fly high. Have you made any observations that may be helpful?"

I told her about Mr. Butters speculation, but had to admit I didn't know any kids in the neighbourhood nor had I ever seen any teenager trespassing my estate.
When I mentioned the neighbourhood watch as a possible source of information, she frowned. "Are you sure? Sparklewood doesn't have a neighbourhood watch. At least none that works with the police."

"Well, I had had the impression there was one. Never mind. " I shrugged. That was strange. Could I really have been mistaken? What about Mr. Butter? Agreed, he had never suggested to belong to any watch, but hadn't he claimed Sparklewood' residents were caring for each other or something to that effect?

"Anything else that could be helpful?", she wanted to know.
I fought with myself. She had such suave manners and a gentle open face, I decided to try my luck. "There is another alternative. I do not know what to make of it, but have you ever heard of fairies?"

She looked like I had had grown feathers and had started to fly around her desk. "Like in children's books? What about it?"

"Oh, nothing. Just a joke. Please laugh.", I retreated. She laughed. A very nice, likeable laugh, I thought. At least it made me feel less foolish.
After she had jotted everything down, she asked: "Finally, can you give me some information about you for the files?"

I gave her the details. When I told her I was a writer, sudden understanding conquered her face. "You must have a great deal of imagination to be a successful writer, mustn't you?"
I knew when a cause was lost. Without further ado I thanked her for her help and left. I had the sad certainty the police was not going to help me. Cut the losses. I cancelled my orders for morning deliveries and bought me a supply of milk and bread at the supermarket.

As much as I hated to admit it the police was right. It was only a small annoyance. Like a tiny flaw in an otherwise perfect mirror. As long as you didn’t force yourself to look at it you wouldn't even take notice. No way was I going to sacrifice my nightly sleep or peace of mind for a bottle of milk.
On my way home I was already thinking about my latest story again. The story was growing fast in size. I had already decided to give the characters more room for development. Never would it fit into a short story anymore. It would make for a great novel instead.

Ideas how to fill the newly allotted space started to flood in. It was an exciting feeling.
Back home I sat down at my computer to flesh out more dialogues of the love story. I made good progress and typed in my sentences like a musician might play his delightful tunes. The milk thefts were all but forgotten.

Nonetheless the nagging feeling of impending doom was still there. During a break I realized there was one thing that troubled me.
My mailbox was still empty. For two days now. It felt so wrong. I checked it several times during the afternoon. My publisher remained unusually silent. I hadn't written her neither, but she was far more steady with her letters than me. Sometimes her letters contained only a teared-out newspaper article or a short reminder of an important date, but it was always a welcomed link to the outer world. Had I missed the postman and he hadn't carried any letters for me or could it be he just was late? On one of my nervous control visits to the mailbox a man approached me. I recognized in him the man I had earlier mistaken for a member of the non-existing neighbourhood watch.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis. Do you have a minute?" - "Yes, Mr… ?"

"Name's Miller. Glad to meet you. What I have to say may sound a bit … unusual. I was unsure whether I should warn you." - "Warn me?" I echoed quizzically.

"Yes, about what might happen here in the near future."
He lowered his voice. "You have to know I am a researcher of folk culture. I have reason to believe this very place is connected to some strange … eh … coincidences. Well, not really coincidences." He stalled. "Do you believe in fairies, Mr. Jarvis?"

Was he, too, wanting to tell me about the house standing on the fairy grounds of old? I sighed. "Not EXACTLY."

"Well, you better believe in them if you value your life. I believe this estate to be a very dangerous place for people."
Open-mouthed, I stared at him. He rambled on. When he suggested it was the safest thing to pack my stuff and move out, I regained my composure. "I do not know if you intend to play a joke on me or if you're really that nuts, but I can't take your advice seriously. Thank you for the warning. Good day to you."

I had enough of fairy tales. Hadn't I made the mistake to mention those fairies at the police I wouldn't have been mistaken for a dreamer.
Mr. Miller seemed disappointed. "I feel sorry for you." Then he showed me a strange, undeciperable smile before he left.

Fairies again. Why the heck hadn't Sparklewood been named Fairywood instead? What had I myself gotten into? Fairies, strange neighbours, a big bun robbery gang … now even Dr. Dolittle had decided to join the party.
Until now all fairies that had managed to pop up in recent conversations had an anecdotal touch to it or were references to children's books. But this afternoon I had met the first person that had gone so far as to acknowledge they're real. No, even worse, he had described them as most dangerous.

Maybe it was time to take this more serious. At the same time I had to be cautious. I didn't want to end in a straitjacket for voicing strange claims. Now I feeled nearly sorry for shooing Mr. Miller away. I should have heard him out. Shame about the missed information.
I wrote my publisher she should look for the book about fairy theurgy I had seen at Mrs. Rosebud. I wanted it as soon as possible, but without letting anyone know about such inquiries. The local librarian came to my mind. If she'd learn about my investigations, it wouldn't take long for whole Sparklewood to know. What concerned me most was the warning Dr. Dolittle had uttered. Even if fairies were reality, why should that put me into danger? To my knowledge threatening people was not a hobby they were renowned for. Some even praised their beneficial influence.

Whatever. I felt tired and I was looking forward to an undisturbed night.
I hope you enjoyed the story so far! Please leave a comment whether you liked the chapter or you discovered something that needs improving. I really appreciate your feedback. Thank you!

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#6YrS92Oct 1, 2010

Great chapter, Flatter, your chapters keep on getting better and better\:\) Now I'm really curious about this all and I can't wait to see what happens... And for Jake's sake, I really hope he drops some milk and a bun on his porch...\:rah\:

#7Redkandies03VIPOct 1, 2010

"And Buns!" LOL That was a great chapter. Im curious to see if he in fact gets his undisturbed night... I doubt it. I'm with Spladoum, I missed the kitty and i hope he mage a glorious return.\:wub\: \:rah\:  5.0 as always \:\)

#8fabrizioammolloOct 1, 2010

You managed to create a great expectation on apparentely most normal things: a sleeping night, milk and buns... It's a very intriguing story. Waiting for Night 3!

#9libertyOct 2, 2010

My evil fairies, or are they nice in the end, who knows,
I'm thinking he's about to discover something in the night or at least a bit more, either way can't wait to read it.
 

#10KadriWrightOct 2, 2010

Ooh, I have a fuzzy feeling that there's more here than meets the eye! Eagerly awaiting for the Night 3 chapter!

#11IllandryaOct 2, 2010

Curioser and curioser! It is good that Jake has rekindled his muse and found a story again, but I have a feeling he would have been better off if he had let the deliveries continue. Wasn't there a reference earlier to leaving out gifts of milk and food? What if that is the way to keep the imps at bay? Now there is nothing to appease them, so perhaps they will become more intrusive in their pranks? Sorry, thinking out loud, this storyline has me intrigued!

#12mogan44Oct 8, 2010

I think it's perfect, you're such a talented writer!

#13ShelleyBOct 13, 2010

\:D I LOVE Mr. Miller's ginormous uni-brow. Too funny! As per your request for feedback, I truly believe this series is something with real entertainment value. Your writing style is superb and you are weaving a mysterious web with each new chapter. After the last chapter, I thought the direction of the overall story was going to change. Now, I don't know what to expect. Maybe something else from Ms. Harker?

#14jonialNov 7, 2010

there are alot of what ifs playing in to mind. what if the fairy story is true? what if it is just a prank? what if the whole town is in on it. this is so COOL. keep writing. i love it\:rah\:

#15MangioNov 16, 2010

I wonder if the fairies will ever come back ... ? Interesting chapter \:wub\: Wonderfully written, yet again. Off to read the next chapter

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