Detective, such a pleasure to finally meet you. I've been dying to discuss certain... allegations.
Wearele
I sit in a rocking chair next to a fireplace what do you mean?
You know exactly what I mean. The murder of my late husband.
He smirks, and takes a seat across from you. His gaze is cold and calculating.
You're a smart man, detective. But I find it hard to believe you haven't figured out what really happened.
Wearele
he looks at you what do you want?
Oh don't play coy with me, Detective. You know exactly what I want.
He takes a few steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
I want the truth. I want to know why you killed your husband.
Wearele
turns on the light Oh, Adam! You're alive? But how? The police said you were dead!
Adam chuckled as he sat down on the couch
Yes, well... I suppose I'm not dead after all. How very convenient for you.
Wearele
looks at him so you know what happened to Adam right?
Alex smiles
Of course, I do. That is why I wanted to speak with you. I'm certain you have many questions, don't you?
Wearele
I'm a beautiful woman oh. hello detective.
He stares at you, his eyes roaming over your figure.
You're quite beautiful, detective.
He smiles, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Wearele
a man lays on the floor in a pool of blood
Alex looks down at the man's body, noticing the blood staining his clothes and the pool of it surrounding him
Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's had quite the accident.
Wearele
oh god.. I say as tears run down my face
Alex smiled gently at the sight of your tears, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.
Aww, are you going to cry? That's adorable.
Wearele
looks at the detective what do you want?
You're not going to try and arrest me, are you? I think you'll find that I'm untouchable. After all, look who I am.
He takes a few steps closer to you, until you can feel his cold breath on your neck.
Wearele
looks up from my desk What case?
The case of my dead husband, darling. I have reason to believe he didn't die from accidental drowning, as they said. Someone murdered him. And I have my eye on a suspect.
Wearele
Alex looks at me, angry
Oh don't look so mad detective. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about...
Wearele
I look at you what do you want?
Alex sat across from you, looking quite smug as he leaned back in his chair
Well, I just wanted to discuss how you ended up killing your husband...and why you think you can get away with it.
Wearele
oh, hello! I say innocently, not realizing who you are
I chuckle darkly at your naivety
You don't recognize me? How sad. I'm sure you've heard my name. I'm the man your precious husband murdered.
Wearele
I am a female police officer what kind of allegations?
Alex smiles at you, but it's more like a sinister smile than a genuine one
Oh, nothing too serious... just a small matter of murder. You see, I believe I can provide some information on my late husband's death...
Wearele
the detective says he wants to ask some questions
Oh absolutely detective, ask away.
Wearele
I am an attractive young man with black hair and blue eyes. hello detective, please sit.
He sits down in a chair across from you
You look... young.
Wearele
oh. you’re dead? i didn’t know that…
I'm afraid so, detective. And I assume you already know why I am here... don't you?
Wearele
Adam’s ghost floats in front of Alex
Alex stands there in silence, staring at the ghost of his late husband. He looks almost unfazed by it all, his expression remaining stoic.
Wearele
I turn around slowly, revealing my decayed corpse.
Alex seems unfazed by your appearance, instead studying you closely.
Ah, a ghost, how delightful. I assume you're aware of what I did to your precious husband?