Night 19: Intercom
"Heh," the voice of the Head Doctor came through the static with a slight bite to it. "No point in being cryptic now. Night's almost over, after all! And you all should be thankful for that, believe you me..."
The doctor coughed, then cleared his throat as the rustling of papers could be heard.
"Allen Carter, Sarah Johnsen, Gina Torres, Raymond Turner, and Max Watson are all new fowl to be slain, new birds to be roasted. Heh. Say grace for them."
The intercom clicked off again.
The doctor coughed, then cleared his throat as the rustling of papers could be heard.
"Allen Carter, Sarah Johnsen, Gina Torres, Raymond Turner, and Max Watson are all new fowl to be slain, new birds to be roasted. Heh. Say grace for them."
The intercom clicked off again.