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Sparklewood - Night 3
Published Oct 10, 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. His daily deliveries of buns and milk appear to be stolen each morning. During one night where he is awakened by a noise outside he notices a large shadow disappearing into the night. He is drawn to lights at the house of his neighbour Mrs. Roosebud, but 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.
The police doesn't take him seriously after he revealed he's a writer and suspects fairies to be at work. In the afternoon a Mr. Miller visits him and urges him to move out because of impending fairy activities.

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. His daily deliveries of buns and milk appear to be stolen each morning. During one night where he is awakened by a noise outside he notices a large shadow disappearing into the night. He is drawn to lights at the house of his neighbour Mrs. Roosebud, but 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.
The police doesn't take him seriously after he revealed he's a writer and suspects fairies to be at work. In the afternoon a Mr. Miller visits him and urges him to move out because of impending fairy activities.
Buns chasing milk bottles. Milk bottles scuttling away, tumbling over each other in the process. Clanking noises told of their haste. The floor was shaking with the heavy thumping steps of the hunting buns.

bam… bam… clank… bam… bam… clank…

To my surprise I found myself awake. The buns and bottles were gone. But not the noise… bam… bam… clank… bam… bam… clank…

Someone was bamming against the front door and pushing the door bell at the same time. It was still dark outside. I moaned.
Through the haze of disorientation my brain was shouting something at me. Get dressed. Go downstairs. Open the door. In that order.

I slipped into my clothes and in doing so I hit a toe at a bedpost. I cursed and hobbled to the stairs. Whoever had stuck his finger into the door bell button would better come up with a very good reason for it. Nothing short of an UFO crew asking for its way to the presidential palast would suffice.
When I opened the door my mouth followed suit. A tirade hit me before I got a grip on the situation.

"About time, Mr. Jarvis. Do you know where your milk is? I can tell you. Not here! Guess what, I also know why! Because none was delivered! I waited a full 30 minutes for the milkman to appear. He passed by without stopping. Soon thereafter the bakery car skipped your house, too. Ha!"
I was flummoxed. It was the police woman I had spoken to earlier. What had been her name again? Harker?

"Uh… Mrs. Harker? Is that you? What…?"

I still failed to understand what was going on. Meeting a woman at night was a high on many a man's wishlist, but why were all women I met at night inclined to shout angrily at me?
"It's MISS Harker, if you don't mind. What was it you told me yesterday? 'Oh, I swear, everything is delivered, but someone is stealing it afterwards?' I made a fool of me waiting for your imaginary deliveries. There were none! I should have known better. You were lying to me!"

"But of course there weren't any!"

"WHAT? You even dare to admit it?" She began to imitate a fish that had mistakingly left the water and was now silently opening and closing the mouth. Blinking eyes. Beautiful silence. Slowly it dawned on me she had tried the same I had done the night before - to catch the thief red-handed.
"Please, listen to me". I hastily jumped at the gap of silence that dandled amidst the surges of emotion. "I spoke the truth. The reason there weren't any deliveries today is because I cancelled all orders yesterday."

Her steamer came to an abrupt stop. "You cancelled them? " Screeching brakes. Incredulous idling. The blinking of the eyes accelerated. "But…"

"After I left the police station I realized I was making a mountain out of a molehill. So I gave up on the morning deliveries."
"You could have told me! Now I wasted two hours of sleep!" She demanded resentfully.

"But how should I've known? The last time we spoke you made it very clear to me you didn't take me seriously."

For a moment she looked almost guilty. Immediately the anger tried to fight its way back to the top, but he had already lost a good deal of its momentum.
Before her anger got the better of her again, I added: "What are you doing here at all? I thought the police was too understaffed to chase milk thieves?"

"Currently I am not on duty." - "Huh?" - "I came here because … because … well, it doesn't matter. It was a mistake." She sulked.
Sometimes when looking back one can recognize the exact moment when the course for a turn of events was initially set. Hindsight is easier than foresight. Much rarer are the cases when you feel such a moment is just happening. I was wondering if I was standing at such a track switch now. Suppressing a yawn I put on my most convincing smile. "Actually, you were wrong. I do know where the milk and the buns are. They are already in my fridge where I put them yesterday afternoon. Please, do me a favour and let me repay you your off-duty vigilance with a simple breakfast!"

She hesitated, but after I mentioned how much warmer it was inside, I managed to draw her inside.
The breakfast I prepared consisted mainly of toast dunked in salvaged leftovers of strawberry jam.

"Enjoy your princely meal. Don't be shy, there's more jam where I come from." She mad a grimace. I felt reliefed. The stubborn anger was almost gone. I sat down, too.
"Since the morning is ruined for both of us I suggest we make the best of it. So, please tell me why you went to such lengths to wake me up early!"
I didn't have to wait long for her to spill it. "Let me start with an apology then." - "Oh, don't worry, I am currently making a habit of leaving the bed early." I winked, while secretly rubbing my throbbing toe under the table.

She put on a sceptical smile and went on to explain. "No, not for that, but for an earlier behaviour of mine. You know, when you had left my office I told a colleague about your crazy suggestion of milk-stealing fairies. We both laughed and he told me about a woman which some time ago made quite similar weird claims at his desk."
"That's when I stopped laughing. I took a closer look at the files he had pulled out for me and it turned out that other person was a Mrs. Brimwater, a former resident of this very building. The coincidence aroused my interest. Did you know her?"

"Actually, I didn't know she existed until the day before yesterday. That she believed in fairies is still news for me."

I repeated what the librarian had told me.
"Fits", she agreed. "She complained to the police about fairies stealing from her, too. Obviously made quite some fuss about it. But no evidence was ever found and she was well known for her queer mind, the report said."

She shrugged. "Anyway, suddenly I knew of a second encounter with thievish fairies at the same place. I felt a tiny bit guilty for discarding your case so fast. There had to be something behind it, I thought. So I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and to lay in wait this night. I must admit I was curious, too."
"When I saw there weren't any deliveries I was so furious. I felt cheated." She laughed. "Okay, now you know everything about it. Your case of the mysterious thefts will remain unsolved, it seems. You don't have any catched fairies on display, I take it?"

"I am afraid I don't even have the stamp collection from the single's survival kit to show around." I told her about my failure to catch the thief the night before.
She put on an thoughtful face. "Maybe it's really some kind of boyish prank. A connection to this building or its neighbourhood is likely. For all I know it might even be caused by some kind of nocturnal magpies with an unnatural interest in shiny milk bottles that are living nearby."

When I retold her all the references to fairies she waved it aside. "At all times the supernatural has been used as an easy excuse for lacking knowledge. As a police officer I am naturally preferring knowledge of facts over beliefs."
I saw her point. "Whatever the cause, I cancelled the deliveries, so the case is closed for good. Still I want to thank you, Miss Harker. It was very kind of you to put in the extra effort!" Precautionary I left out the part about my ambivalent excitement she did tell me so early in the morning.

"I guess our unsuccessful efforts to catch fairies at night should remain our shared secret", she offered laughingly. I promised. She stood up, thanked me for the breakfast and left.
She waved a hand, then climbed into her car. I watched her car drive off. Dawn had broken during the breakfast.

A symbolic coincidence. Like the sun that had just arrived in the sky and was bathing the world with its shine now a person had appeared out of nowhere and made my world into a brighter place. She had acted not so much out of responsibiliy for the community like a Mr. Butter or because of her love for gossip like the librarian, but because of wanting to do me justice. A rare thing.
Sometimes life reminded me of a day on the beach. Sooner or later you find a beautiful sea shell buried in the sand and run back to your friends to show it around. You discover that everyone has found something. They are all so eager to show their own findings around, they are not interested to look at yours, except to use it as a starting point for their own off-showings. People like to talk, not to listen.

Miss Harker had been looking at my sea shell, had been listening. Just like my publisher. A rare find, indeed. I suddenly wished for a stamp collection.
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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#8fredbrennyOct 11, 2010

Yes... The stamp collection is a good idea!... I am happy there just walked a someone into his life, one of the female sort... aha... Just like Spladoum I have all the questions... There is probably something going to happen pretty soon... I will have to wait... I hope it's not a long wait....So I hear the story was featured for a couple of hours \:confused\: ? Congrats! Should have been a couple of days IMHO..\:wub\: I do hope Jake's toe is better now... \:\)

#9RatRaceRobOct 11, 2010

Really excellent writing, so entertaining to read!  Loved the pics too-- lol the bread and jam, and MISS Harker in her detective outfit... hilarious she was so ticked off she had to wake him up before dawn to tell him about it... a hothead, perhaps?  Again, excellent work, I'm still all caught up in this story-- I can't help but fear for the poor guy, now that he's not paying tribute to his faerie friends with milk and buns... a vexed faerie is likely a really bad thing to have hanging around lol!  And grats on your feature--all of your chapters totally deserve it \:cool\: \:D \:rah\:

#10fabrizioammolloOct 12, 2010

Great chapter indeed! It's very very promising... Congrats on being featured! \:rah\: Expecting Day 4.

#11Redkandies03VIPOct 13, 2010

Ohhh 5.0 as always and congrats on cover page!!! Its about time!!!\:wub\:  And dont think we didnt notice shes pretty, oh I'm excited to read Day and Night 4.\:rah\:

#12KadriWrightOct 13, 2010

Hmm... Maybe the young lady will distract Jake from all them milk and bun hungry fairies... Maybe it's not the fairies at all.... Makes me want to move to Sparklewood to look into all this! \:D Looking forward to the next installment! \:rah\:

#13mogan44Oct 13, 2010

Great chapter!  I hope Miss Harker comes around again.  Congratulations on being featured, you deserve it!

#14ShelleyBOct 13, 2010

\:o I swear I read these chapters in order!!! My remark about MISS Harker showing up again was a guess!!! Oh well. I'm delighted with this chapter. Congrats on the feature; I haven't been checking closely enough and missed it completely. As for suggestions: go with your instincts. If the other comments are anything to go by, you are pleasing your readers!! Sad to hear we may have to wait a little for the next chapter, tho . . . \:\(

#15IllandryaOct 16, 2010

So she didn't think he was completely crazy ... or was it just that he intrigued the curious Miss Harker? Either way, I can smell the start of something between these two. Can't wait to see what happens when the day is in full light.

#16jonialNov 8, 2010

thought she has a reasonable excuse to be there, still, no woman would go that far to stay up al night to catch a thief, unless she is very interested in Javis and she is subconsciously draw to him. I love it. love, love, dove is in the air.\:rah\: BRAVO and keep on writing.\:rah\:

#17MangioNov 16, 2010

I wonder if the women ever liked him.. such an interesting start to the day \:wub\: Off to read the next chapter \;\)

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