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CASE FILE #48291—INTERROGATION TRANSCRIPT
Date: March 14, 2024 Location: Fairview Police Department, Interview Room B Interviewing Officer: Detective Samuel Ortiz Suspect: [REDACTED] (Alias: "Goldie")
Detective Ortiz: Start from the beginning.
Goldie: The beginning? Oh, Sammy, that’s a long way back. The real beginning? Or the part where I walked through that door?
Detective Ortiz: Let’s talk about the house.
Goldie: Their house. My house. It’s all the same. It called to me. Do you know what that feels
like, Detective? To have something whisper your name when no one else is listening?
Detective Ortiz: You forced the lock.
Goldie: Did I? [laughs] Maybe. It’s hard to tell sometimes. I get these—these jumps in my head. One second, I’m standing outside, and the next, I’m already inside, like the universe just... skipped ahead.
Detective Ortiz: You were high.
Goldie: [grinning] Not at first. But then… well. Who wouldn’t be in a place like that?
Detective Ortiz: You’re saying you used drugs inside the home?
Goldie: “Drugs.” Ugh, such a cold word. You ever hear a house breathe, Detective? Because I have. The walls stretched like animal hide, and the floor pulsed under me. That’s when I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.
Detective Ortiz: So you were under the influence while -
Goldie: [cuts him off , grins] Ohhh, I was more than that. It’s not just the powder, Detective. It’s the rhythm, the pulse. The way the world melts and reshapes if you just—[snaps fingers]—let it.
Detective Ortiz: You’d been using. What? Meth? LSD?
Goldie: A little cocktail. You ever taste the wrong thing and suddenly see through everything? Like the world was a mask, and for one bright, perfect second, you could peel it back? That’s what the house did. It peeled me back.
Detective Ortiz: That’s why you ate the food?
Goldie: Ohhh, that food. [licks lips] I was starving. You ever get that deep, aching hunger? The kind where your ribs feel like they’re folding in? They left the bowls there, so I tasted. First one was too hot—it burned all the way down, like swallowing a candle. Second was too cold, all wrong, like something dead. But the third… oh, that one was just right. Made my skin tingle. Made everything hum.
Detective Ortiz: What did you take?
Goldie: [giggles] A little bit of this. A little bit of that. Maybe more than a little. But don’t worry, I was still aware. Sharp. That’s when I saw the chairs. Another test.
Detective Ortiz: So you knew someone lived there.
Goldie: Of course I did. I could smell them. The fur. The musk. The weight of something heavy and breathing in the walls.
Detective Ortiz: And you sat in their chairs.
Goldie: Had to. The test wasn’t over. The first chair—too big. It swallowed me whole, tried to wrap its arms around me. The second—too stiff, too rigid. But the third? [laughs] Oh, the third one was perfect. It fit me like a second skin. And then it broke.
Detective Ortiz: Because you destroyed it.
[Detective Ortiz slides a CRIME SCENE PHOTO across the table. The remains of the small chair—shattered, splintered into jagged pieces. Blood speckled on the wood.]
That is your blood , right Goldie ?
Goldie: You ask me that as if it matters detective .
Detective Ortiz: Why did you break the chair ?
Goldie: Because it was meant to be destroyed. That was the real test, don’t you see? To see if I could break what was given to me.
Detective Ortiz: And then you went upstairs.
Goldie: The final trial. The beds.I needed to rest. My head was all loose, you know? Things shifting, voices whispering. It was hard to stay in one piece.
Goldie: Mmm. I hear them sometimes. I think you do too, don’t you, Detective? That little itch in your brain that tells you what’s coming next?
Detective Ortiz: What was coming next?
Goldie: [smiles] The family.
Detective Ortiz: The victims.
Goldie: The Bears. I heard them before I saw them. Big, stomping feet. Low, rumbling growls. They knew I was there. They could smell me.
Detective Ortiz: And you waited.
Goldie: Of course I waited. You don’t just run when a moment like that is about to unfold. You let it happen.
Goldie: Ohhh, you should’ve heard them, Detective. Low, rolling growls, the kind that make the air thick. I could hear their jaws moving, their claws dragging across the floor. They weren’t human, not really. Not anymore.
Detective Ortiz: [pause] And what did you do?
Goldie: I showed them what I was.
Detective Ortiz: You attacked them.
Goldie: I defended myself.
Detective Ortiz: Bullshit.
Goldie: [leans in] Have you ever seen what a blade can do to fur? Have you ever smelled what happens when metal meets flesh? The big one—he came first. Papa Bear. He charged. I let him. I let him feel hope before I took it away.
Detective Ortiz: You stabbed him 17 times.
Detective Ortiz: And the mother?
Goldie: She screamed. She begged. Ohhh, you should’ve seen her eyes when she realized. When she knew that it didn’t matter. That I was in her house, in her space, and she had no control. I chased her down like an animal.
Detective Ortiz: You skinned her.
Goldie: She had such soft skin.
Detective Ortiz: And the child?
Goldie: [grinning wider] Baby Bear.He watched. He didn’t scream. Didn’t move. Just watched. I think he understood.
Detective Ortiz: You killed him too.
Detective Ortiz: We didn’t find him.
Goldie: [laughs] Oh, Sammy. You won’t.
Detective Ortiz: Why not?
Goldie: Because he’s still out there. He’s growing. He’s learning. He’s remembering what I did.
Detective Ortiz: [long pause]
Goldie: And one day, he’ll come , I’m sure of it , it’s a cycle don’t you see detective ? What happened once will happen once again and again and again and again.
Detective Ortiz: A cycle ? So you would say there’s history between you and the Bears?
Goldie: [laughs] Oh sweet Sammy , if I do all the work then what are you here for ? I thought you were the detective , go do a bit of detective-ing
