The following is completely fictional, only few mentioned are facts. Any relevance of the main character to history is purely coincidental
Queens, New York, October 1948
As the last leaf of summers foliage turned its fall shade, Walter Bigsby woke from a dream that would start the writing process for his next childrens book, to be released on the new year. The basis of a young boy that wants to learn more than the school will teach. So while up late at night reading textbooks, the boy falls into an educational wonderland where he can re-live events in history. Walter's books were enjoyed by all ages that were able to read which added to the success of his epic tales.
Walter was not a very social person. And the more successful his books became, the more reclusive he became. A normal reaction for people who grew up in poverty and then hit success. Although the thought of a childrens author to be a shut in boggled neighboors minds and worried some.
After a month passed and his book just pages away from the end, the community couldnt recall the last time they had seen Walter. As a group of wives were talking two blocks down from Walters residence, a new face came in on the conversation.
"I am terribly sorry to interrupt ladies, my name is Sheryll and I am new to the block and I need a quick tour of how things run and good places to shop."
"Thats no problem at all honey. My names Cynthia, this is Belle, Lucy and Mavis."
The ladies shake hands and gossip of their husbands for a minute and talk about the deli meats and produce markets
"Are there any stars out here?"
"Well of course there are," Belle replied, "But you can only see them when the suns down."
"No no no," Sheryll said while trying not to laugh too hard, "Icons, celebrities, political figures, I am from California so I am espiaclly fond of living next to big names."
"Well... Walter Bigsby lives just down the street." Lucy said. "But no ones heard or seen him in months. If it wasn't for the lights on at night, we would've thought he moved."
"Oh dear thats how my cousin Jamie was until... Well... Nevermind." Sheryll said losing eye contact from the girls.
"Oh no, do tell sister." Said Mavis. Hearing the acceptance in her tone gave a burst of self confidence in Sheryll.
"Well, my cousin Jamie after the war, was very very different. He had a look of fright in his eyes all the time. He didnt talk much to where we didnt ever get to hear war stories. My father always told me stories of the first world war, I was excited to hear about the second one. Anyways, one day he told us all he was buying a house so he could keep to himself an not bother anyone, 6 months later he open fired off his front porch and killed 3 women, 4 children and wounded 2 officers."
The women stood speechless as if they just heard a ghost tale. They looked at each other and immediately talked of committing Walter.
"Lucy doesn't your brother work at Craig House, the private hospital north of here?"
"Yes he does. Ill call them first thing tomorrows morning."