Bakstur opened the door of the police station, and immediately he saw a crowd of very very very angry people trying to see who can yell the loudest. A few worried looking police officers were desperately giving them "We are doing all we can"s, while wondering how long it was until the crowd would just plain knock down the door and start smashing things up. Bakstur and Eric made their way through the crowd, and walked up to the police officers A fat police officer with sleepless eyes looked at the two with confusion.
"I'm sorry, we can't let any--"
Eric flashed his FBI badge.
"... I'll let you through." The police officer opened the door. "We were informed there would be... investigation."
Bakstur smiled and nodded, then let himself through the door. Police officers all around were desperately working to figure out what was going on, and it seems that the coffee couldn't be made any quicker then it already was. They immediately strode to the sheriff's office and let themselves in. The sheriff was reading over notes as they came in, and he looked up. The entire office was filled with maps with tacks with wire connecting them, and great fronds of notes and books piled in towers.
"Well, hello there." The sheriff said in a kindly southern accent, but obviously strained. "You be the FBI boys?"
"Yes, we are." Eric took a seat, while Bakstur looked over the books.
"So, we understand that lights have been reported in the sky, and that people have been disappearing?""Yeah, yeah..." The sheriff took out a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.
"I think this isn't an ordinary crime. I've been searching around the crime scenes, and I've been spotting things that aren't... right.""What do you mean?" Bakstur asked, keeping his eye on the book he was looking over.
'Legends Of The Apache'. Bakstur opened it at the bookmark. Lights in the sky were reported by the Native Americans in the area of Santo's Cove as a sign of a sacrifice being needed to the spirits, or else horror would ensue. The "Horror will ensue" text was underlined in red pen two times, with three question marks. Two bad things: The sheriff was catching on that something was really wrong here, and that something very bad was going to touch down. He looked at the next page. Lights in the sky reported in 1883. Town destroyed in a few nights, explained as an Indian attack by the authorities, despite denial by the native americans and the fact that there were no corpses period.
Shit.
"Well, odd government types hanging around, kinda military but they aren't wearing the uniform of any army I know. Not only is it just home invasions with no bodies, but cars and hitchhikers are being taken. Here's the weird thing too... It's closing in around the town." The sheriff pointed to the map. It was, a rope around the neck of the town, how long until they were out of time...
"That is quite interes..." Eric paused as the book was handed to him by Bakstur. He gave it a look, then another. He stared slightly.
Oh dear.
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Ambrose looked over the crime scene of the barnhouse. Every door was opened, and every window too. Bloodstains on every possible surface in certain areas, and every light broken. She looked closer, that was the point of investigating, and tried to look past the obvious. She walked around the house, giving each room a personal look over and a sniff.
She noted how the darkness around certain areas was thicker then the rest of the house, not even the moonlight piercing it quite well. In fact, the darkness was thickest in the areas where the bloodstains were everywhere... Her nose was telling her nothing. Just an ordinary house...She walked over to the kitchen where Kathryn was looking it over.
"Anything?""Nada, zilch. I think I saw something move in the darkness, but I'm fairly sure that was just my nerves."Ambrose thought she saw something move too.
"Did you see that?" said Ambrose, voice edged with panic.
"... Yeah." said Kathryn.
They both stared into the darkness for years.
To say there was nothing to fear but fear itself in that darkness was a lie. The correction should be to remove the nothing, to, first fear and but. The fact there was nothing was the fear itself, for where the fuck was that thing?Ambrose, at least, was holding herself together. Kathryn sighed but kept an eye out.Truly, that was an exceptionally good idea. Something shadowy kicked in the door and started running at them. Ambrose immediately pulled out her handgun and put two bullets in the thing. It immediately disappeared... Then the silence became rather smug. Something was in the air, like they were at the epicenter of an earthquake about five minutes before it was about to begin.
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