“We had been walking around the apartments for a while, and met a lot of… “Interesting”... people. But eventually, we met a nice lady named “Lisa Johnson”. She told us that normally things that happen around here aren’t so gruesome… I think she was talking about the murder, next door, in 403. She told us that the victim’s name was “Mrs. Sanderson”, and that it all had happened the day before we moved in, so Sal, our dad, and I weren’t suspects in the cops’ eyes. Also, that there were supposedly no witnesses, even though her son, named Larry, claimed to witness it. I can tell you now, I had no idea what sort of trouble I was getting myself into, but the alluring call of mystery was grabbing hold of me, and who would I be to turn down such a tempting offer.” I stated.

“And why, may I ask, was the Sanderson murder case so interesting to you?” Asked Dr. Enon 

“Because, something about it all didn’t add up.” I answered.

“How did it not add up?” He asked me.

“A murder took place while almost everyone was in the building, and the one person who did witness it was just thought to be trying to prank the cops. Out of all the people in the building, no one heard a single scream, or any signs that a murder was taking place. And the most interesting fact, the cops, while apparently trying their hardest to solve the case, never got any leads, and never tried following leads that were handed to them…and it all happened the day before we moved in.” I claimed.

“And is this why you were so interested in the Johnson boy? Because he, according to you, witnessed the murder? Or was it later on, when he died? …I seem to remember you investigating the case even though it was only a suicide. And, you’ve brought him up quite a few times during your former visits with me” He said.

“Larry Johnson, albeit not the smartest person, was an essential part of solving The Mystery. And when he died, it left us all heartbroken” I snapped.

“So your way of coping was to solve murder cases, and suicide cases?” He asked me.

“I never said anything of that sort!” I exclaimed.

“Let us recall then… Your mother’s death. A horrible accident. I suspect you were still grieving while you moved to the apartments, beforehand, most definitely. A murder took place, and you grew an unhealthy obsession with the case, blocking out people from your social life, isolating yourself until you climbed yourself out of the grave you were digging.” The Doctor stated.

“But-” I was cut off.

“People you knew quite well started disappearing, and you go off, and try to solve the case. Leading to you, and your brother, years later, claiming that your former school’s bologna was made with human meat.” He stated firmly.

“It was true-” I was cut off yet again.

“And the latest piece from you. Mr. Johnson’s death, as well as  you, and your brother’s arrest. You started claiming that there is a cult pulling all of the strings,and plotting the end of the world? …Do you hear yourself when you talk? You have to admit, it’s all so far-fetched, and extravagant that you're just saying all of this now.” He said.

“I…” I was left nearly speechless, “I know that it is all true… Please… just let me continue with telling you… and you’ll understand too…” I begged

He let out a deep sigh, “Fine… Cassidy Fisher, You may continue”