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  1. HanSolo29

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    IC: Sheriff Jack Collins
    The Brownback Hills

    Jack stood rigidly with his back facing Michaels, his right hand clenched tightly around the strap of his shotgun and his eyes still focused on the crest of the hill. The bear remained at the forefront of his mind...that twisted, mangled corpse. It had left an imprint on his memory that would linger for a very long time. One simply didn’t forget something that grotesque. The thought of it still turned his stomach...

    Of course, that meant it also left him vulnerable. He barely acknowledged Michaels when he addressed him by his first name...or maybe he just didn’t care. The Sheriff merely angled his head toward the ground and sighed. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn’t say he disagreed with the man’s assessment – Jack was noisy, and he was also woefully out of his element when it came to ‘the great outdoors.’ That had become abundantly clear when they had crossed paths with the bear. As much as he hated to admit it, Jack was at the mercy of Michaels’ direction and advice.

    "Remember the lodge?” the former deputy asked as he turned to look at the Sheriff.

    Finally tearing his gaze away from the top of the hill, Jack only gave Michaels a short nod. A small voice at the back of his mind continued to warn him not to go through with this, that he had to get home to his kids, but what other choice did he have? He had come this far. It wouldn't do him any good to get marred by the same predator that had killed the bear...

    “We can't be more than half an hour away by now. We got a radio there I believe. One with a signal enhancer." The other man paused and gave the Sheriff a knowing look. Something else crossed over his features in that moment, but it was hard to decipher in the dark. It was enough to send a chill down Jack’s spine.

    "Dammit, let us move. We go to the lodge."

    Jack uttered a curse, and again wiped desperately at his brow. “I should’ve known you’d try to take over, John,” he muttered quietly with a wan smile. It was hard to tell whether it was said in jest, or if he intended it as a veiled insult. Whatever the case, he started to trudge forward to meet him. “I guess I walked right into this one, huh?”

    With a sigh, Jack gave an exaggerated wave with his hand. “Lead the way.”

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  2. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

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    A beach called Brasil

    It was tougher getting to the buoy than expected. Laura was quite an impressive swimmer to make it that quickly.

    She was sitting on the metal rim around the buoy as Miles finally made it there. "There is my hero." She smiled, now back as her old self. "Carly got cold feet? What was that? A fashion show for her Bikini?" Laura laughed at Miles and her hand clapped to the place next to her. "C'mon, it is beautiful up here. Just look at these stars!" She laughed. She laughed right at him. Probably she had know Carly wouldn't be able to keep up. Probably this was a very challenging way to get some privacy.

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    The Wilson's house

    Once she heard anything else, the gnarling seemed to grow more distant. But it was still there. When she told Ethan he snapped up in bed and stared at her. Concern, love and confusion mixed in his look. Finally he did the only thing he could. He took her into his arms.

    "We get you to a Doctor, okay? Don't worry. I keep you safe. Nothing will happen to you, I swear." He trembled slightly, probably from exhaustion. Finally he kissed her forehead and grabbed into the sideboard next to the bed and produced the sleeping pills he sometimes used to regulate his sleeping habits when he had nightshift. "Take two. I think sleeping is the best we can do. Tomorrow you should see Angela." He talked about Angela Goodwin, the local psychologist. She was usually doing summer holidays in Candlewood, but she saw patients. Ethan had referred several citizens to her when he became aware of serious problems through his job.

    "I know she will make time for you." He held her for a few more minutes and actually this seemed to help. Slowly the sound faded away. Until it was gone.

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    Brownback Hills

    Michaels turned half and threw him a tired smile. "If I make it back and you don't everybody will think I arranged a little hunting accident. Just trying to avoid the questions, you know?" He answered and then suddenly stopped. He put his finger to his mouth to indicate the Sheriff to be silent.

    And indeed there was a sound. It sounded as if something was moving through the woods, pushing away grass and stepping on branches on the ground. Michaels grabbed behind him and drew some large binoculars from his belt. Night vision googles. He looked behind them and obviously saw nothing. The sound was gone. "It follows us." He whispered. Slowly he raised his gun and waved the Sheriff to move on.

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    The Ocean Hotel, Breakfast Room

    The Breakfast room was pretty filled up, as summer season was bringing tourists in. John had a reserved table by now though and Jenny, the morning waitress brought him his black coffee without asking.

    Not unlike the morning before his breakfast was disturbed by an uninvited person sitting down at his table though.

    "You are the FBI, are you?" An older and unshaved man asked him, who was wearing a white summer suit and glasses. "I am Dr. Morgan Chandler and I need to talk to you." He simply proclaimed. "I am the local doc. The only one in Candlewood." He said this as if it held some special meaning.

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  3. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Master star 6

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    Jul 3, 2006
    IC: Miles Rayburn
    Brasil, Candlewood

    Miles was exhausted by the time he finally made it to the buoy, and by the end of his journey his swimming speed had dwindled to barely faster than a crawl.

    "There is my hero," Laura said as he arrived, and Miles was sure there was some playful sarcasm in her voice.

    "Some hero I am," he looked up at her and smiled back, grabbing the metal railing on the side of the buoy and floating in the water for a bit, regaining a little bit of energy before he'd pull himself up. That might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Miles thought to himself as he watched Laura sitting there, dots of water reflecting off her skin in the moonlight, savoring one last touch before they evaporated into the night forever. He envied them.

    "Carly got cold feet? What was that? A fashion show for her bikini?"

    Miles shrugged, not wanting to think of anyone else. "I think we're too adventurous for her. Or she thought Rob would make for better company."

    Laura laughed and clapped her hand on the platform where she sat. "C'mon, it is beautiful up here. Just look at these stars!"

    "You and those stars," Miles said, pulling himself up out of the water and onto the platform with a worn out sigh. He thought about sitting next to her, but then he considered the size of the buoy. Luckily he wasn't a very tall man, and decided that it was just long enough for what he wanted to do. So he scooted over further away from Laura, and then leaned over and put his elbow down between them and adjusted his body so that he now laid flat on his back. He then scooted his body backwards closer to Laura, lifted his head up and rested the back of it on her lap, his eyes looking up at the darkened sky dotted with stars all around, hands folded over his stomach, the cool wind slowly drying him. "Beautiful," he said, and looked into Laura's eyes in a way that he hadn't before. In a way that told her that, in that moment, he was hers.

    Cheeseball.

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  4. HanSolo29

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    IC: Sheriff Jack Collins
    The Brownback Hills

    Despite the haze that continued to cloud his thoughts, Jack allowed a wry grin to spread over his features. It wasn’t a full return to his former self, but it was an improvement; Michaels’ comment provided just enough levity to lighten the mood and help restore some of his confidence. It wasn’t ideal, but he would take it for now – anything to get his mind off that damn bear…

    Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last. Michaels soon came up short and turned to silence the Sheriff by pressing his index finger firmly to his lips. He then proceeded to pull a pair of night vision goggles from his belt and peered through them to survey their surroundings.

    Where the hell did he get the resources to gather that kind of equipment?

    Normally, this would have struck Jack as odd, but under the circumstances, he wasn’t in the mood to argue. He merely shuffled to a halt and stared at the man, his pulse quickening once more with nervous anticipation. For a moment, the only sound he heard was the beating of his own heart pounding relentlessly in his ears, but after a series of steadying breaths, it gave way to something far more sinister – a rustling noise, almost as if something was moving stealthily through the brush. Instinctively, Jack unslung the shotgun from his shoulder – ignoring Michaels’ earlier criticism about it being useless – and brought it to bear across his chest.

    He tilted his head, trying to pinpoint the location of the strange stirring, but it was nearly impossible with the darkness closing in around them; it played havoc with the senses, making it seem as if the sound was echoing all around them. Jack was breathing heavily now, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end as if in warning...

    Just when he felt the urge to run, the sound suddenly faded and dissipated into the night. This brought a sigh of relief...but it was only a brief reprieve before Michaels stepped in with more bad news.

    "It follows us," he whispered gravely as he lowered the goggles from his eyes. Without waiting for an acknowledgement, Michaels raised the gun and hurriedly waved the Sheriff forward.

    While Jack complied with the man’s wishes and immediately turned to begin their trek toward the lodge, he wasn’t entirely satisfied. There was something about Michaels’ tone that had set him on edge...it was almost as if he had seen this before. Was that possible?

    With his brow creased with concern, the Sheriff craned his neck to look over his shoulder as he moved. “What the hell is it?” he returned in the same quiet tone, his voice almost frantic. “Dammit, John...if you’ve dealt with something like this before, you better start talking!”

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  5. ConservativeJedi321

    ConservativeJedi321 Jedi Grand Master star 5

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    IC: James Power
    The Office


    As the hours ticked by the Mayor's mind kept drifting back to his wife. There was no way she would leave him on his own this long, he felt lost without her. James wasn't use to keeping so close an eye on his own schedule, and the stress was real.

    The fact that he was unable to contact the sheriff didn't make it any easier, but he pushed forward anyways.
    Upon reading his emails the Mayor recalled that he should set up a meeting with Maria Burns and the other councilors before the council gathered later in the week. It would certainly be wise for them to lay out what to expect when the various parties gathered beforehand. The lead up to this was far too suspicious for him. If there was an ulterior motive in the sale it would be for the best if she and the others were as skeptical as him.

    Skimming through the remaining emails, his concern did not subside. What had changed Sidney Barnes Mind? Did Charles Croft say something? None of this made any sense to him. He would have to meet with Sam later that night, perhaps he could fill in the blanks.

    When he came upon the email from Martha, his heart practically stopped. As far as James knew, Rob had not stayed the night at his house, and if he was missing the coincidence was too much for Power to bare.
    After barely glancing at the last email, an invitation of some sort to the Yacht Club; James stood up and grabbed his phone and keys of his desk.
    He had to talk to Martha, it was his responsibility as Mayor to ensure the wellbeing of his citizens.
    And maybe, just Maybe, he would find Grace along the way.

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  6. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

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    Apr 24, 2004
    IC: Julia Wilson
    Wilson Residence


    The sound seemed to grow faint; at least she could focus on other things, but Julia could still hear it under everything else.

    At least Ethan had some idea of what to do, even if it was just to comfort her and offer a couple of his sleeping pills, which was more than she probably would have thought of if the situation had been reversed—what did you do when your spouse was hearing things you couldn’t? And a visit with Angela couldn’t hurt.

    “I’ll call and set up an appointment with her first thing tomorrow,” Julia said. Another thought occurred to her. “And I want to check on Dad in the morning; he maybe should see her, too. He said he was hearing it, too.”

    She finished getting ready for bed, and took the pills Ethan had given her before settling back in bed. Hopefully the medicine would knock her out enough that she wouldn’t do anything strange. Ethan pulled her close, and the sound finally, gradually, seemed to go away, and Julia fell asleep.

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  7. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

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    Mar 30, 2007
    Episode 3: The Kids Are Not Alright

    ... blood is shed and the countdown is set ...

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    The Harbor

    They met in the earliest morning, before even the most obsessed of the fishermen appeared for work and hours after the night fishers had arrived and cleared their ships. They were three. All had their hoods over their heads as agreed so even if someone watched from afar it would be impossible to make out their faces. One was a smaller woman, obviously. The other two were tall men. They stood in a triangle so they could look at each other.

    "Where is Michaels?" The woman asked.

    "Not coming." This was an elder man talking with a rather raspy voice.

    "So it is true." The woman said with a defeated tone in her voice. "As incredible as it sounds everything you told us is happening again. Only worse."

    An older man replied with his raspy voice. "Yes. It is the same."

    The younger man nodded. "We need to find out what it is that is actually happening. We see the symptoms, but we do not know the illness."

    "What about the book?" The woman asked.

    "I got a copy. But I am unsure if we should read it. You know what happened last time." The elder man said.

    There was a silence as all of them considered the words. The woman nodded finally.

    "Julia Wilson is on it. Let her do the work on the book. For her it is too late anyway." The woman said.

    "We do not know that." The younger man said. "Not everybody was affected the same way."

    "No. They were not. But I agree, let her do the book." The older man said and sighed. "I looked through Jane Masters papers." He finally said. This time the silence was longer and more oppressive.

    "And?" The younger man finally said.

    "She did what she did and she was a smart girl. Her calculations are impressive for an amateur. Had problems to understand ..."

    "When is it happening?" The younger man clearly lost his patience.

    The older man looked up at the others. "Tonight. 23:21. It happens tonight."

    "No, no that can't be." The woman gasped. "It is not enough time. After all we did, all I sacrificed it cannot be too late."

    "All you did?" The younger man snapped his head to her. "All YOU did?!"

    The woman lowered her head. "All we did." She finally said in a voice that was apologizing.

    "We are running out of time, but so are they. One day to secure their precious observatory? The major won't sell it within a day." The older man replied.

    "Yes he will. They will make him sell it." The woman sighed.

    "No he won't." The younger man said with a stern voice.

    "What do you wanna do?" The woman asked.

    "Whatever is necessary." He replied.

    "Again?" The elder man asked.

    "What can we do? We can't evacuate the town, we can't go to the police anymore and even if we could ... they would not believe us." He shrugged. "Any better ideas?"

    "Violence is not the solution ..." The woman said.

    "If we don't act by midnight everybody in this town will be dead. Tomorrow morning latest. It happened before. We are the only ones who know. If we don't act, everybody is lost. So we three run or we three fight. I want to fight."

    The others did not say a word and nodded in silent agreement.

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    A beach called Brasil

    Laura smiled and leaned over him. Her eyes were shining in the dark and she took her time for the inevitable kiss, that was lingering between them.

    It never happened.

    A scream cut the night and Laura snapped up, looking at the beach. "Not again. I start to hate Rob." She laughed. But then she looked at the beach. "The fire is out." She just said and another scream came, this time from Rob. It sounded not like cold beer had been the cause. "Help! Help!" This was Sammy. Then Robs scream died down. And there was a hiss, so loud it carried over the sea to the two.

    "If that is another joke ..." Laura hissed and tried to see their friends in the dark.

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    The Wilson's house

    The pills worked fast and without any sound except Ethan's rhythmic breathing she fell asleep a few minutes after her exhausted husband.

    When she woke, she had the strange realisation she was not truly awake. In the dark on the chair nearby she saw a figure sitting, her legs were crossed and Julia would recognize the graceful movements of the shadowy figure anywhere in the world. It was Jane.

    "Don't be afraid Julia, it is only me and it is only a dream." Jane said with a calm voice. "I am sorry about the book. I did not realize it's dangers until it was to late and then I could not warn you not to take it anymore." Jane sighed. "It began already, did it? The sounds. You hear them, do you?"

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    Office of the Major

    He barely made it out of the door of his office, when he almost bumped into a young woman standing in front of his office. She looked vaguely familiar. "Major Power, I need to talk to you." She said and forced a very artificial smile on her face. She was probably eighteen at best. But hell, she looked strangely adult. That was what people meant when they talked about old souls.

    "I have no appointment, but it is about your wife." The girl said and this unnerving smile stayed on her face.

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    Brownback Hills

    Michaels did not even care to answer, he kept his rifle pointed at the tree line and his night vision in front of his eyes. Then there was a gnawing sound behind them, it ripped through the night like the death scream of a reality no longer valid. It was a tree pushed aside. No. It were several trees pushed aside.

    "Run!" Was all Michaels could say, before he took off himself. Whatever it was, it came closer and fast!

    "Run, run, run!" Michaels voice was now a single repeating yell as he passed the Sheriff moving much faster on the uneven terrain than the elder man.

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    The Ocean Hotel, Breakfast Room

    Dr. Chandler cleared his throat and looked at John. Then he folded his hands and began to talk. "I have become aware of a strange phenomenon, you should probably know about. A number of people seem to have ... they seem to have auditory hallucinations. The strange thing is, they all hear the same. A sound as if something is chewing on bone or hard wood. It appears behind them and no matter how often they turn, it seems to follow them and is always behind them. Some of these patients have attested, that the sound has vanished again. But I have reason to doubt this. Actually some have shown paranoid behavior, while at least one of them seemed to experience a sort of ... identity crisis. None of them seem to have talked to the other. But they all share this hallucination." He looked at John and sighed. "You understand what I am trying to say?" He leaned forward. "I am bound to secrecy about the identity of my patients, of course." He stopped and the next thing seemed to be hard to say. "I have encountered this phenomenon once before. About ten years ago. This time it seems to be far worse. A lot more people seem to be affected."

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  8. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Master star 6

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    Jul 3, 2006
    IC: Miles Rayburn
    Basil, Candlewood

    Miles's heart had gone from racing because of the beautiful woman he was about to kiss, to racing because of the screams and the strange hiss that filled the air from the beach in the distance. He shot up and looked across the water with Laura, seeing the extinguished campfire and not much else in the darkness.

    "If that is another joke," Laura began.

    "Sure didn't sound like a joke," Miles responded, trying to mask the fear that dominated his mind as it ran through the possibilities of what was happening. "We should go back. If it's another joke, we'll leave. If not..." His voice trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence.

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  9. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

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    Apr 2, 2007
    John Carver
    Breakfast Room

    Hallucinations? John would bet on drugs, but Candlewood seemed to be the least drug infected place he had ever been to. He had seen no sign of anything worse than alcohol abuse and a few youngsters doing Mary Jane.

    "You are saying Jane Masters had these hallucinations?" He asked directly.

    She had mentioned she had problems "with her ears" that night and used oropax for sleeping. He remembered that.

    "About how many people are we talking here?" He asked and leaned forward. This seemed unrelated to her vanishing, but that meant little. He was still at the beginning of his investigation. Then he realized something else ...

    "Ten years ago? It was the same?" His dream had told him about the connection to what happened ten years ago. There was the connection. Was she taken somehow because of what happened ten years ago? Or because she heard this strange sounds?

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  10. HanSolo29

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    IC: Sheriff Jack Collins
    The Brownback Hills

    The terrible crunching sound of snapping wood echoed through the trees and filled the area with a certain kind of dread. It was enough to root Jack in place; he did not immediately acknowledge Michaels’ desperate pleas to run...or maybe he simply did not hear him over the rising cacophony. Fear had gripped him in its clutches, and it wasn’t until he saw movement in the trees that he was able to snap out of his daze. The trees were…falling, almost as if something was mowing them down with meticulous precision.

    The Sheriff gaped. How?!

    "Run, run, run!" Michaels’ voice came again, more frantic this time as the other man rushed past him in a blur.

    This time Jack did not hesitate. He turned and broke into a full sprint, seemingly unmindful of the uneven terrain and the wet underbrush of the forest floor. Such menial concerns didn’t seem to matter in this instance...he only wanted to survive. And so he pressed on, his eyes focused straight ahead on the scintillating patterns of Michaels’ flashlight as it bounced and weaved through the brush ahead of him. It was his beacon of hope, the light that was driving him to safety…

    But even that was beginning to fade with each harried step. Jack knew he was pushing himself too hard; his head was beginning to pound in-time with the accelerated rate of his heart and he was now gasping for breath...hardly the regulated breathing patterns that his doctors had advised for any kind of cardiovascular activities. But hell, they weren’t running for their lives!

    Still, he knew he couldn’t keep up this pace for much longer. For the moment, the adrenaline was sustaining him, but that could only go so far. He just hoped it was enough...

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  11. ConservativeJedi321

    ConservativeJedi321 Jedi Grand Master star 5

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    Mar 19, 2016
    James Power
    Office of the Mayor


    James's mind was racing, with all that he had to take in. Had Max spoken to his friends about how his father was worried about his mother?
    The mayor knew that he hadn't spoken to anyone about Grace. Even when he called the Sherriff's office he hadn't specified his reason for doing so. They would most likely assume he just wanted to discuss their deputy situation.
    Then there was this new missing boy, Rob.
    Too many strange things happening in such a short period of time.

    Even with all of that, and much more clouding his mind he maintained a rather calm demeanor. At least as much as could be expected given the circumstances. "Yes" He spoke after a deep breath. "Yes, please come in. I hope it's good news, I've been very worried."
    He attempted to smile, as he offered her a chair to sit in. But he knew it looked just as fake as it felt.
    "Please, what may I call you?"

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  12. JediMasterAnne

    JediMasterAnne Jedi Master star 4

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    Apr 24, 2004
    IC: Julia Wilson
    Wilson Residence (technically)


    For a moment, she wasn’t quite sure of where she was, and fearing she had blanked out again, Julia panicked. But after a few seconds, she got the strange feeling that wherever she was, it wasn’t quite real; that surreal moment when she realized that she was actually still asleep and dreaming, and not quite able to wake up.

    A figure seemed to approach, taking a seat in a chair. There was something familiar about the way they moved, and when they leaned forward out of the shadows, Julia instantly recognized her.

    It was Jane.

    "Don't be afraid Julia, it is only me and it is only a dream." Jane said calmly, confirming Julia’s earlier suspicions. "I am sorry about the book. I did not realize it's dangers until it was to late and then I could not warn you not to take it anymore." Jane sighed. "It began already, did it? The sounds. You hear them, do you?"

    Julia had so many questions, but one thing at a time. “Yes, I hear them. What is it? And what about the book?”

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