Episode NotesOn Thanksgiving a police officer discovers a horrible secret about a family dinner...Thanksgiving Dinner by Rachael Redolfi (A Weekly Spooky Original)https://www.facebook.com/redolfifiberfantasies/Music by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:****Monticello, Indiana - just an hour and a half from the infamous Gary, and still less than three hours from Chicago. It was a small town, with a population that barely scratched 5,000 men, women, and children. Most residents grew up together, worked together, went to school together, hell… Most of them even frequented the same five churches. That’s why, when Sophia got the chance to move she chose Monticello. Just close enough to home that she could visit her family if she chose to, but usually she chose not to. She loved her family but… they were a thorn in her side. Chicago just wasn’t quite her speed; there was too much going on all the time and she just couldn’t cope with all of that, not anymore. Aside from being constantly high-strung from all the work she had to do for the city, she also found herself increasingly depressed dealing with the less-than-responsible members of her precinct..With the recommendation of her chief, and with a little bit of fenagiling when a position opened up, Sophia got herself a cushy job in Monticello, Indiana. She considered it cushy because she really didn’t have to do much or deal with much, aside from the odd noise complaint or writing your standard parking tickets. Sure, in the summer she would have to work a little harder to control traffic or stave off the common drunken tourist, but for the most part she really didn’t have to work that hard. It really felt like the only time she was working was May through August - once the chilly September air hit, everything quieted down and she got a chance to relax. Sitting in her cruiser, she got a text on her phone. “Are you coming, or not?” the text message from her brother bellowed.Sophia grimaced at her phone, sighed, and stretched out. It had been a long shift already, she really didn’t feel like dealing with her family. She glanced at a picture on her dashboard before opening up her phone and responding. “No. I’m not coming. The drive is too long,” she tapped back.Three dots. Someone honked across the street and she glanced up. One elderly driver was taking too long to make a left turn at a light. She decided to ignore it. The response finally chimed, “Dinner starts at 6. Just say you don’t want to see us.”“Ok fine I don’t want to see you,” she hastily pounded back then hit send. She was working a double anyway. Chief Lewis called off sick and she’d taken his shift; even if she wanted to see her family she couldn’t. Her black coffee bellowed up puffs of heat-vapor. She took a huge, scalding gulp and hissed, “fucker” at her phone before glancing back up at traffic. The picture on her dashboard glowered at her in monochromatic tones. The elderly driver had figured out the problem and traffic was moving along fine. It was never busy during noon, anyway, but during the holiday season it was so slow she could almost take a nap. Another ding. She glanced at the home-screen of her phone which had the banner of, “But grandma really misses you. Her and mom…”She honestly debated opening up that message - it had been a whole year since her brother had attempted an honest-to-god conversation with her, she was curious to see what he would try to pull this time. “Officer Cortez please report, please,” a familiar and friendly voice chimed. Nancy was always too polite, if she didn’t end a call with “please”, Sophia would be suspicious. “Officer Cortez, reporting,” Sophia said back.