Scattered tools of his nights work can be seen around the room in the abandoned building he has been using as a workshop. In one corner are a pick and shovel covered with fresh earth with gloves and boots saturated with liquid and mud flung beside them. On the table where he's been working are several newspaper clippings and lists. Special ink and
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"He remembers," says the ghost. "He remembers everything."
And then, the well-dressed man is gone, vanished into the billowing gas and the cackling laughter that rings from all directions.
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"Barrel o'laughs this is."
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Someone died here. Recently. Badly.
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follows the sound
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when the scene seems to have wound down he walks through it towards the open cell. The place of pain. Pausing on the threshold he makes sure he has the items he prepared in his pockets and steps in.
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Whatver happened to him let an impression. He's screaming now, shielding his face. Somewhere, there's a smell of lavender, and then it's gone. Somewhere --- far, far away -- a dog is barking, and then it's gone. Somewhere the skies have turned red.
The man is clawing at his skin and clothes now, ripping into himself. The air is heavy with paranoia and betrayal.
The cell has been cleaned out. Nothing remains inside. But the nameplate is still there -- "Hayden, Roger."
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Roger Hayden.
he considers trying a few things but this might not be the best place for it. Where there's death, there has to be a body. He hates being around ghosts always makes him feel his own too much.
He balances the pen on his hand and waits for it to show him the way the body went
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"He remembers," says the ghost. "He remembers everything."
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Emma...bloody fuck not now, get the job done get maudlin later.
Wishing he'd brought a bottle along he starts to make his way down the corridor, holding himself up with one hand on the wall until he can stand without walking into anything.
Time to find some bodies.
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