Find Delilah

You decide to find Delilah. All those stories got you wondering. You don't intend to dig any deeper, just a little wider... Maple and Miranda aren't good choices it seems, but you know Delilah would be happy to have another reason to talk to you. Perhaps everything is tied in more intimately than Miranda is letting on? You want to find out for yourself and get to the bottom of these horrors. You go to Delilah's house, which is just a small walk away from the tavern. You approach her door and start knocking.

On the other side, you can already hear some stirring. Soon enough, Delilah answers the door. She's still wearing her pajama's and her hair is tied into pig tails. Her makeup was always light, but she had none on.

"Oh!" She barked. "Wh-what are you doing here??"

"I wanted to talk. Is now a good time?"

Delilah leaned in, kicking her leg back as she checked over her shoulder. "Yes, yes! Come in hurry."

You walked in and saw a cat - apparently that was the reason Delilah wanted to get you in so quickly. "What...what did you want to talk about?"

She walked to her small living room and sat on the couch. You sat across from her and folded your hands together. "Don't tell your co-workers I came here to talk to you about this, but can you tell me anything else about the tavern or anything locally that has happened to you? Scary things. Uh, like stalkers, ghosts and so forth?"

Delilah smiled a little. "This again? What's this about?"

Human curiosity you think at first, but now you aren't really sure. You look at her. "I believe that every urban legend had to start from the truth, right? Because how else would it have started to begin with? It get mangled the more it is passed on. Person to person, ear to ear. It's not that it becomes a lie, or that someone is lying on purpose, it's just that the truth was corrupted and lost along the way. However, sometimes I wonder how the truth could end up so crooked by the time you are the one to hear it. I think there's something going on around here."

Delilah nods. You continue. "Those voices in the forest. That figure you see in the corner of your eye...Even your own memories can morph the most innocent thing ever and bend it until it is something morbid...I think something really bad happened here and the locals are trying to bury it somehow."

Delilah looks at you with an expression you've never seen before. "It's strange...It's only happened to me once, but I used to take these walks at night where I used to live. I had trouble sleeping one night so I thought one of these walks would help tire me out. It helped a lot actually, but I returned around the Witching Hour. I had always heard about the myth of smelling something burning before and never believed it. Until...Until that night anyway. The scent of fire was really strong in my house, so I searched for the source but found nothing. I went to sleep that night feeling really uneasy and super **** to go to sleep."

"The next morning, after being at work for sometime, a man walked into the tavern." You perked. "He was an older gentleman that wasn't from here...Or so I thought. We spoke briefly and shared some stories about the area, but he to really care about I told him. He...had a very sincere and positive aura about him. I felt safe telling him some of the things I told him."

This wasn't the man Miranda had spoken about. Unless Delilah thought he was something different for some reason...? "I spent most of the day working, but stuck around Tiny's Tavern for a little longer with some friends. By the time I was heading home, it was dark outside. I paused near that beat-up park in the center of town. It was during our last winter so I kinda marveled over the snow as it reflected the moons light back in the air."

Delilah began to smile. "It was really pretty actually. It looked like there were millions of stars on the ground, sparkling like they do in the sky. Uhm, sorry...Anyway, as I was looking around, I saw someone else coming into the park. It was late so I thought it was a little weird. All he did was sit in the bench on the other side of the park. I couldn't see him breath or anything, but I knew he was looking at me. I wouldn't say I was happy staying there or that I liked him watching me, but I never felt like I was in danger or anything. After that day, I never had anything else happen to me. I'm not sure if that ties in to anything, but...I don't know, just thought I'd share that with you."

"Nothing else has happened to you?"

She shrugs. "Nothing that has personally stuck out to me."

You lean back and think for a few moments. "Nothing?"

"Nothing." She confirms.