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No dead bodies and the slightest trace of blood, an accomplishment she’d like to celebrate over. Unfortunately, there was more to uncover, like the reason why someone would want to tear apart someone’s ability to hear because holy hell that was loud. Lydia’s eyes partly shut as the light was turned on, easily adjusting to the lighting afterward. ”You know, this is a really stupid trick if you’re asking me.” The silence deafened her ears, causing her to cry out even louder in hopes the suspect would hear. “This isn’t funny! If you don’t cut the crap right now, I’m going to make sure this radio is shoved up your ass by the end of the day!”
No dead bodies and the slightest trace of blood, an accomplishment she’d like to celebrate over. Unfortunately, there was more to uncover, like the reason why someone would want to tear apart someone’s ability to hear because holy hell that was loud. Lydia’s eyes partly shut as the light was turned on, easily adjusting to the lighting afterward.
”You know, this is a really stupid trick if you’re asking me.” The silence deafened her ears, causing her to cry out even louder in hopes the suspect would hear. “This isn’t funny! If you don’t cut the crap right now, I’m going to make sure this radio is shoved up your ass by the end of the day!”
If it was meant to irritated and annoy, then congrats aggravating stranger, because it was a horrible success. ‘Course, if she was going to give the perpetrator the benefit of the doubt, they could have just left it on by accident. But then the accident wouldn’t be the loudest thing in a ten mile radius.
Colette walked around the room, opening the closets. The supply closet couldn’t be big enough to hide someone, and opening the door proved it. Maybe it really had been forgotten. Holloween passed more than a couple months ago, but if Gravity Falls could have a summer'o'ween… “How stupid do you have to be to play this as a trick?“
Lydia paused to catch her breath, inhaling deeply. She continued to follow the stranger after her quick rest, finding themselves in a room where darkness was present. Her need to yell was brought to a halt by the same wail that took place when they were away, the very same wail that was heard as they ran to the source. The same wail that kept repeating itself. Was this some kind of hole they were made to fall in? Because unfortunately, it was working. Dropping her guard, she roamed the room, feeling objects to make her way through. Fumbling around, her hand felt cold metal and buttons. Lydia’s hand traveled the object, hunting for any sign of a switch. “It’s a boombox. This was all a joke to lure us in.”
Lydia paused to catch her breath, inhaling deeply. She continued to follow the stranger after her quick rest, finding themselves in a room where darkness was present. Her need to yell was brought to a halt by the same wail that took place when they were away, the very same wail that was heard as they ran to the source. The same wail that kept repeating itself. Was this some kind of hole they were made to fall in? Because unfortunately, it was working.
Dropping her guard, she roamed the room, feeling objects to make her way through. Fumbling around, her hand felt cold metal and buttons. Lydia’s hand traveled the object, hunting for any sign of a switch. “It’s a boombox. This was all a joke to lure us in.”
Relief washed over her. She hadn’t seen any bodies, but finding that the screaming was just a silly recording on a radio plucked a weight from her shoulders she hadn’t known was there. No murders to cover up, at least. It was kind of stupid to expect homicidal vampires in an empty high school classroom, but logic wasn’t her best friend. White fingers felt along the wall for a light-switch.
“We’re here,“ she deadpanned, blinking against the florescent lights. Weren’t normal lights ever enough for a school? Energy saving lights were…well, energy saving and not so hard on the damn eyes. With or without light, the room was still empty. “So what do they want?” Was it a bad joke gone wrong or had someone just left the ‘shatter all eardrums and glasses within a two mile radius’ track on a Halloween CD?
The wail of the stranger was already enough to deafen her ears. Clearly, because the hearing of a banshee surpassed a normal human’s hearing ability. The person beside her had already gotten to running, earning a confused look from Lydia herself. “Wait!”
The screaming got louder the closer she got to the room. The dark room. Dark, she’d learned, never, ever meant empty. When was the last time she’d seen Uncle Damon? Fucking shit. She had to get in there before the stranger did. She so didn’t want to have to tell her why a man covered in another’s blood was nothing to be afraid of and so not unusual. And convince her not to call the cops.
– And the dark room was empty. Wow, that was a lot of worry for nothing. No blood stains, no overly dark corners, no six foot killer, no…anyone, except for a few desks. And that ear-shattering scream.
“Okay, what the hell?“
”The sound came from over there, so I’m assuming we should go that way.” She began to walk, a shrilling scream piercing the silent air in the direction they turned to.
The surprise of the next shriek made Colette’s eyes widen. Fuck. Were any of her uncles due for a killing spree? When was the last time anyone drowned their sorrows in alcohol? “Fucking shit,“ she whispered, before running to the shrill sound.
”We should check up on them.”
“But they didn’t call for help – ”
“ – which could just mean they’re dead. Alright, we should check up on them.”
”Did you hear that?”
“It sounded like someone fell.“