During the drive home, we were silent. His brows furrowed in deep thought, and I ran over the details of what he told me just moments earlier. Surely if Mr. Mueller took the results of the food to a lab, the person who ran the test or even Mr. Mueller himself would have been able to get someone involved. Some organization similar to the FDA like we have here in America. If it was found that someone was selling human meat to humans, even unknowingly, I’m sure that would have made national news.

After a short while, Tony came to a stop outside my apartment building. We said our goodbyes with the plan of having another date soon. My initial thought was to do more research to try and find out what happened with the labs Mr. Mueller had done, but instead I showered and went to bed. Endless thoughts about the bakery, its food, the missing children, and the person who ran the results of the test made me restless.

After a few hours of tossing and turning, I decided to get up and make some tea to help calm my nerves. It was around three in the morning as I sat here in the dark listening to the tree branch tapping my window. The light from the street lamps barely illuminated the room while the occasional car drove past. Not long after I was scrolling through social media to stave off the boredom I felt since the tea wasn’t calming me down enough to go back to sleep.

I noticed a unread text from Tony, and immediately opened it. He thanked me for a lovely evening, and hoped that we’d be able to get together again next weekend. I quickly texted back that I enjoyed myself, and that we’re a go for next weekend. Before I was able to sit my phone back down, it started ringing. It was Tony giving me a call.

“What are you doing up so late,” he asked.

“I couldn’t sleep. So, I’m just sitting here in the dark like some creep sipping some tea. What about you? I didn’t expect you to be up,” I replied.

“I got called in to work for an emergency, but we’re just wrapping up now. How come you aren’t able to sleep?”

“What kind of emergency at this time of night? Oh, and just the discussion we had earlier.”

“I can’t say too much, but it’s a potential homicide case. Which conversation? I remember we had plenty,” he chuckles.

“Potential? That’s odd. And the conversation we had about the bakery. It’s just been on my mind. Are you home?”

“Yea, potential. To say the least, we found some remains and are awaiting results for an ID. Please remember what I said earlier. Leave the bakery alone.”

“I know, I know. I just…feel violated. I have been eating from there, and just knowing that I could potentially eating someone’s child…Tony that’s just plain wrong. It’s sick. Hell, I just ate there yesterday morning! If this is something that is really happening, I feel like I should do something.”

“No, just take my advice. We are looking into it, and working on that case. Just don’t eat from there anymore, and don’t go stirring up trouble Celeste. I mean it,” he warns. He only ever calls me by my actual name when he’s being serious.

“Ok, Anthony.”

“I’m serious CeCe. I don’t want anything to happen to you if what rumors is going around is true. It could be dangerous.”

“Fine. I’ll try to let it go if you tell me one thing that’s been bothering me.”

“Sure,” he sighs. “What is it?”

“What happened to the lab results Mr. Mueller had from his friend at the lab? Who was the friend, and how come there was no mention of that person?”

“Didn’t I say not to worry about that?”

“Yea, but then you lied to me in my face. You know I’ve known you for a long time, and know all of your tells.”

“You’re unbelievable, Ce. Fine. The friend of Mr. Mueller was Noah Weber, a local scientist and doctor in the area. He ran the tests in his company’s lab illegally, and was not able to officially share the results with Mr. Mueller. Nor was he able to share them with the press for that matter. It is said that Mr. Mueller was going around town spouting that he had proof of human meat being used at the bakery, but everyone just treated him like a grieving nutcase.”

“What else aren’t you telling me? I can hear it in your voice.”

“Mr. Weber is dead, so we can’t question him and his findings.”

“Dead? What in the world? How?”

Tony sighs before saying, “His remains were found in the woods near his home. Looks like he was murdered.”

Image: No Image Credit, pulled from Google Images

Other Dark & Creepy Tales:

Baked Goods, part 1

Baked Goods, part 2


Bad Hair