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Detective Badd began having an alcohol problem after Byrne Faraday also died, piling onto his dead or out-of-contact comrades (Gregory, Gregory's son Miles, Raymond Shields and finally Byrne)
After a breakthrough in the yatagarasu case thanks to Miles, Detective Badd is finally looking at things in a different light.
What if Phoenix actually died from that car crash? And Edgeworth has been visiting his grave for years after said incident, having irrational guilt, much unlike him.
I've sent the family away. The kids and Leah are taking a vacation with my parents in the suburbs, where the sun will shine over them forever. As for me, remains the empty alcohol bottle and my journal. For them, I'm staying for business reasons. For me, however, I'm cleaning the field off of potential collateral damage as I brawl with these... Monsters. This may be my final entry in the journal, so I suppose a summary of my entire journey is necessary.
Two years ago, around the time the leaves shriveled in autumn wind and the sun turned the cold shoulder, a couple moved in. Just across the street. My beloved Leah is a people's person, so she eventually also got me to visit them for a welcoming. Of course, I agreed on one condition, that we would let the two settle in and visit them only a week later.
A week had passed, the pavement road that separated our home and their manor-like house was decorated with withered leaves. I remember my son Daniel picking up one of those frail leaves and sticking them to the cover of this journal. I still keep it to this day. Anyways.
We were welcomed by a sickly pale man named Ludowig Crow. Out of respect, my wife always calls him Mr Crow. Mister Crow. Sir Crow. Sire Crow. Whatever. The insides of their house were already furnished with dark toned, weirdly green themed patterns. Green and black. The only colours prominent in that place.
For a detailed description, other than a gaunt pale body, Ludowig had baggy eyes, wild looking hair and what appeared to be stitching marks on his right ear. When I pointed it out he got defensive and brushed it off. My wife however whispered to me that I should be respectful and that maybe it's a traumatizing incident he doesn't want to bring up. She is a very naive woman. Unlike her, I immediately picked up some... Macabre feeling from that man. Oh, and while we were sitting and my wife was running her mouth about every topic under the accursed sun came the main course of the meal. Mr Crow's wife, Cassandra Crow. Of course, we called her Mrs Crow.
Her eyes were hidden thanks to her weird wild hair and she didn't say anything. Well, we initially thought she was "shy" but her husband explained that she's mute. Wonderful. A cripple and a weirdo as our new neighbors. Just the influence I need for my kids. Some jihading terrorists, a pair of faggots and now a pair of creepy weirdos but not a single family of god-loving god-fearing god-forsaken people other than ours. As if god wants my kids to know about his devil-may-approve corrupted servants. My wife however had no issue with anything. Like I said, naive.
I used to study psychology pretty neatly back in university, so I was very good at analysing certain things. They were disgustingly close. I noticed everything. How everytime Mrs Crow talked in sign language Mr Crow would translate her while tangling his left foot with her right foot, how he'd grab a part of her dress as he nervously glanced at her to seek approval every 10 damn seconds after he'd contribute to a topic, how she'd ask him to bring a teacup right in front of her and he'd oblige like a pathetic dog on a collar. Disgusting. I feel sorry for that weirdo's father for raising such a pushover. My Leah would never boss me around and if she ever dared to I swear to god I'd
Anyways, I'm drifting away from the topic. After a full 2 hours of being unwanted guests Leah finally decided it was time to leave. Thank Christ, took her long enough. We learned that Mr Crow is a graveyard worker and Mrs Crow is an abstract painter. Whatever the hell that means. She didn't want to show us her paintings. For some reason Mr Crow couldn't translate properly because her hands began moving frantically. According to him he doesn't need to do the translation when they're alone because he can perfectly understand her without use of any signs. No suspicions about that... My Leah can't even properly communicate even with a bunch of vocal cords and fluency in 3 languages or whatever.
Oh, I forgot to mention, Mrs Crow is equally freaky like her husband. The same colours, the same baggy eyes... Even her hair is weird like his. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if they're siblings and this is some gross incest thing they're hiding.
Just don't show my kids your weird lifestyle. I don't need that shoved down my children's throat.
Then a few months passed. It was around Christmas Eve I think. Everyone was on their usual routine. I even got an early leave from work. My son apparently had won a judo match that day. I was beyond proud, I was ecstatic. He's becoming just like his father. Athletic, brutish and fierce. Unlike that twig in all black. I wish I could be this happy about my daughter too. Oh, my daughter, Elizabeth. I forgot completely about her. She was the reason our beautiful Christmas was ruined, it was always some awful forsaken thing with her.
She discovered this thing called "gothic". I thought that she probably picked it up from her school. When she described what it was, it was exactly what those weirdos were into. All dressed in black, like an undertaker in those top hats. I gave her all the chances in the world, Leah prayed to god everyday that she'd be a doctor and help the community. And this is how she pay us back? Disgraceful. I was furious and thinking about it still makes me maddened up to this very day. Oh I cannot forget what she yelled while we were arguing with her:
"WISH I WAS BORN INTO MR CROW'S FAMILY THEN!"
So it's them. It wasn't some damn hippies in her school, but it was those weirdos. I knew Leah would not be so defensive as I was. Their weird voices, their weird clothes, their weird car, everything weird about them latched itself onto our daughter and planted an egg of rot. My hands were red as the sun when I was done with her. And just when I was trying to lift up the fallen Christmas tree my eyes saw them. Them. Planting their own tree right next to their house. And it wasn't some normal damn tree you'd find in a store, no, it was a giant pine tree with only white lights. On the ground was a red circle, glimmering in snow and on its head wasn't even a star. It was the statue of Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. On a crucifix. I knew damn well those people weren't Christian. No Christian would do that. It took me, my wife, my son and my disheveled daughter to stop me from getting out and knocking down their tree. I regret not doing it.
Elizabeth's words struck a chord in me. Really. Being so ungrateful stirs something enraging in a man. So enraging that he'll start peeping around the very same people he sees lower than him, because they are lower than him. I even brought a little binoculars to see clearly into their rooms.
Just like their living room, even their rooms are in that weird colour theme. I even began getting a kick out of watching them. Then I began seeing things. Very weird things.
Mrs Crow treats Mr Crow like a servant. Without using sign language, she can order him around. And Mr Crow understands without a second guess. He even brought her toilet paper when she was done with her business! These are some real weird things. And Mr Crow doesn't even look embarrassed to see her like that, matter of fact there isn't a single speck of shame in that "man's" face. He treats all of this so casually like he's some mere service dog. My Leah would never... Nevermind.
It all took a turn for the worse during this year's Halloween. I thought of them as total creeps, yes, but I still sort of admired their gardening skills. The way their plants and flowers grew so beautifully... It was unnatural. I used all kinds of fertilizer to get my weak little flowers as great as theirs. But it never worked. I thought it was some voodoo witchcraft Mrs Crow did. Until I was proven wrong.
One night while I was watching them with a cold glass of wine next to my arm, I saw them getting out of the house. Mr Crow was carrying a large heavy bag with him while Mrs Crow carried a shovel. I decided to watch their little nighttime fun more further. Then Mrs Crow dug a large hole. A bit similar to the height of the line of flowers next to her. Once she was done, Mrs Crow waved her hand and Mr Crow quickly opened the bag. There was a man inside.
Sweet mother of God. I was horrified. I zoomed in to them, the body's insides were ripped off. He had a hole inside. It looked as if the blood was drained from the flesh.
I couldn't sleep that night. For a few years I could barely sleep, up until this point. My father didn't raise a wuss who'd try to avoid a cripple and a twig because he saw something bad. I have a camera, a shovel, a gun and a phone next to me as I'm writing this. I'm gonna dig up those holes, take pictures and get those freaks in jail.
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I still have time before they come back. They got me. The Crows are serial killers. I tried to dig one of the graves. Ludowig hit me in the head with another shovel. I woke up in their basement. They left me to starve for a day. Then Ludowig grabbed me and shoved a tube in my arm. She's using blood in her paintings. Human blood. I'm writing this with my own blood. She's also using my blood like ink. I found the pen on the ground. He must've forgotten it. The pens are filled with blood. They told me. They knew everything. They saw me watching them. They will kill me. I saw everything. Ludowig isn't a human. I saw her changing his limbs. Ludowig told me himself that he's created by her out of corpses from robbed graves. She is his God. Where is my God. Oh God. They're gonna get rid of me. I can hear the sound of a chainsaw. I'm hiding this thing in my teeth in case they find my body. Leah, Elizabeth, Daniel. I love you all. I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry.
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