Cleaning up the lab, the luminescent lights above my head buzz annoyingly. Pushing the now desecrated bodies back into holding, I remove my glasses and rub my eyes. The excitement of the day draining me as I fall back into one of two rolling chairs. Letting a tired sigh leave my lips, the soft humming of music slides into the room. The feeling of eyes making my skin crawl as I trail my eyes around the room.
'Only corpses and I… no need to get paranoid Alice. No need whatsoever.'
My brain tries to conjure up any reason that the music would be flowing, but soon after I'm peaking through the double doors in search of the somber tone. Like a moth to the wicked flame, my feet carry me into the main room filled with two rows of nearly identical desks.
Continuing to follow the tone, I make my way into Henderson's office the somber tone seeming to flow from under the door, and along with it a soft light. Knocking twice at the door the music abruptly stops. Leaving a soul crushing silence behind. The sound of sharp footfalls draws to the door before it reveals Henderson a tired look upon his usually exhausted features.
"So, what's got ya out here this late in the night?"
"I could be saying the same thing to you…" Opening the door a bit wider, I can see the old record player in the corner no longer covered in dust as it once was. "Is something the matter?"
Shaking my head, I push passed him and over to the record player.
"Haven't seen this thing work in ages. How'd you fix it?"
"Time and Elbow grease, but that's not answering my question."
"I asked first." I snap back running my hand over the edge of the record player, it use to sit in my attic collecting dust till I brought it to the station. Had it sitting in my morgue for a while till it just stopped working. Now, seeing it all in its former glory makes a smile dance across my face.
"I was thinking. This case seems all too familiar to what an old friend- "
"Your Daughters Husband, don't tip toe around it with me." I snap a slight surge of anger washing over me as he clears his throat.
"Yes… What he was working on when he came to our small town."
"Do you think it actually followed him here?" Turning to face Henderson he shakes his head, closing the door. Locking it in good measure before taking a seat at his desk.
"No, I believe it was here from the beginning… it just needed a reason to wake up. Something to jump start what's happening now."
"So, it choose them?" I questioned with a raised brow; a look of disbelief written in my eyes as I take a seat across from him. He nods laying his head within his folded hands.
"Whatever game this thing is trying to play we got to stop it before it destroys our town. Innocents has already been spilt and I can't let it happen again."
Nodding we sit there in silence before he picks up the needle and starting up another somber song.
"Can we really stop this? Whatever this is?"