The wet squishy carpet, "squish!" and "splat!" With each step; the blood and other fluids fill the carpet, the air smells stale; an ever looming dread fills the air, like a pressure you can't feel and considering how long I've been at this job for with all the crime scenes I've seen, I have never felt this. I've seen serial killers hang bodies with their guts spread across the room like decorations. I've seen fathers go mad and slaughter their whole family, sitting them on the couch as if it was a normal family photo. Yet; this feeling presses me with something so mild, so tame. My partner shakes me from my stupor as he reveals the hard drive in hand along with a letter, "Fear Miner; my good friend I hope this gift of mine finds it suit you well. Only those brave enough should keep hold of this. Remember; great fear, great treasures." We take it with us along with the computer. As soon we leave the apartment that crushing feeling dies, turn to see out of the corner of my eye a multi-eyed creature looking at me, rubbing my eyes to notice the thing vanish. That back at the lab they're stunned with finding that the "computer" doesn't have any electrical parts; a dead box, only part that truly works is the USB port.
We both look to each other; with me dumb founded by this with my buddy just shrugging this off. I gawk, "aren't you wondering just a little why this is the case?" He shrugs.
He casually says, "look I'm not paid to question things; even then technology always advancing you know; for all we know, something new came out we couldn't fathom." I slowly shake my head just not caring at this point and just drop it. He takes a copy, plugging it into a computer and again that same spiritual pressure presses down on us. We look to each other; as if we both felt it. As the computer screen boots up, he notices the computer displaying banking info. He yawns, "oh, look at that; they got my banking info, huh."
I protest, "that can't be; I mean there would be no way."
He rolls his eyes, "look I've been hacked; somehow and I checked it this morning, that is the correct amount in my bank account. Just accept it; I've been hacked." Henry the meat head of the tech department towers over Michael. Michael gets startled and some money gets added to his account, 30 cents added. We all notice this.
I remark, "did that just." Michael having dollar signs on his eyes just looking at it.
Michael chuckles, "you sure did." Henry snags it with Michael protesting.
Henry tells them, "look; I need to look over the data still, we don't know if it's dangerous. Hell, you weren't even supposed to have this Michael." He glares at Michael as he takes it back. We take our leave with getting a call to the next place. With me driving, of course; we get there in record time to find a man sat his balcony looking outward screaming like a banshee as he throws stuff at us; even dropping a fridge down below.
The mad man screaming, "stay back! I don't want it anymore! Stay away!" However, not hitting any of the officers just seeming targeting something else. He fires shot after shot with officers having a sniper return fire, hitting him in the head, however he seemed to still be kicking. The next shot hits his hand. The man doesn't even react to losing his hand, we hurry up the stairs with having an ambulance rushing him to the hospital. That again the same program from before; the police try questioning him and we unplug the device only to find him die afterward. The vitals showing you died of a heart attack. In that room feeling the same spiritual pressure, something I can't physically describe and I swear from the corner of my eye seeing that same eye demon from before, Michael seeming more on edge than me.
In my frustration I start beating the desktop with my buddy dragging me out along with some other cops. Michael shouting, "woah! Woah! Woah!" After that I was put on paid leave. I got chewed out and with me resting up at home, still stewing on what were dealing with until I realized. I call up Michael.
Michael picks up and he yawns, "yeah Samson?"
I question him, "have you seen Henry recently?"
Michael groans, "no because I was asleep; why do you ask?"
I bark, "no I mean at work you idiot!"
Michael coughs, "I'm just fucking with you; relax my guy. No I hadn't seen Henry, he's been on vacation for a while now. Which is strange because were missing a flash drive."
I tell him, "I think Samson has the flash drive. I know I'm going to get chewed out but want to help me swing by Henry's place?"
Michael moans like he's in pain, "fine I'll get dressed; I know what you mean; and no don't give me that playing innocent crap with, "well not right now" alright?"
This catches me off guard as I ask, "am I really that predictable?"
Without even skipping a beat, "yes. Anyways I'm driving."
I protest, "No I'm driving! No way in hell you're driving!"
He counters, "I drive or I'm not going." I didn't respond and just hung up in protest. He swung by my place; ideally we drive together in the same car, some officers have gone missing driving solo. So we drive in pairs. Michael picked me up; sure enough he drove like a bat out of hell; swerving in and out of traffic with me holding on for dear life. Sure enough in no time flat reaching a large beautiful blue house. We knock on the door to find no one answer; waiting a bit longer a woman answers the door.
Michael asks, "Jessica; is Henry good? We have a missing flash drive and he had it last."
Jessica says, "yeah he's fine; he's been out on his dirt bike recently. He asked me not to take the USB out and he's been racking up some serious cash; whatever he's doing right now is really saving us." Sure enough the two of us know where we need to go. Michael goes from driving like a bat out of hell to driving like someone's life depended on it. We know were getting close because that same pressure, that same overwhelming sense of dread starts to crush us.
The large slopes and drops for the rock formations with the path being extremely unsafe by bike let alone by foot. The two of us dread moving on down to see Henry coming by, limping with his broken leg dragging behind him as he screams. Henry just screaming to the point of puking and continues to scream with him swatting something away; as soon we tried to get closer the overwhelming sense of dread starts to crush us and we start to see the things after him. The multi-eyed creatures with blacken sleek oil skin with many teeth that swirl like a blender, another with full on teeth and eyeless.
Then we notice the last one; large mounting claws and a sharp grin, still humanoid in form and much more formal with how he's dressed. He somehow seemed the most scary out of everything, this overwhelming aura that you feel like you want to drop to your knees, to scream for hell to come finally and to just mentally snap. Michael and I grab Henry and move like a bat out of hell.
We start to put the puzzle pieces, we drop Henry off at the hospital and call his girlfriend; once we do we stop seeing the nightmares. Of course; as soon he leaves on the stretcher, the area of influence grows once more and we feel the spiritual pressure again with the demonstration what's going on, a three eyed charcoal fur demon with red eyes coming out of Henry's head like a baby being birth from the womb. Michael is on the phone pleading for Jessica to, "take the fucking USB out!" She refuses, she sounds as if she hit the jackpot.
Henry signals for Michael to hand the phone over and much to his dismay, he did and politely ask, "Jessica honey; rr- fuck that hurts, honey please pull out the flash drive." It doesn't take long before Henry gets a heart attack and the creature turns to black dust as it's floating off into the wind and the spiritual pressure feels as if it's lifted from us. They rush Henry inside, Jessica gets here as fast as possible to find Henry had passed.
We want to spend time mourning but it's clear we need to get a move on; so we did. Michael gets call while driving, of course he's the type to call and drive. Then heads off to an abandon warehouse, the smell of rust and salt fill the air; waves crashing against concrete can be heard and creaking metal rings through our ears as were getting near the warehouse. Before we could take another step forward, a huge wave of pressure crushes us harder than anything we've felt so far. A sense of panic, heart racing, ringing in my eyes and hearing things that aren't there like something screaming in my head. The same man from before dressed in a lovely black suit approaches us.
He flashes us a smile before speaking, "what do you think of my master's lovely project?" He chuckles, "the real gift isn't cash as you can tell, it's immortality."
I question, "why, why mine fear from humans?"
The man softly speaks, "simple; nightmares can't breed but humanity can." He picks my head up, licking my face like an animal and the saliva feels so real. Michael fires at him but sure enough; the bullets hit him and barely do anything to him. We go to unplug the USB from a device that's sticking out of his pocket only for him to not react.
He softly speaks again, "do you honestly think I'd be dumb enough to bring mine?" However it did lower the spiritual pressure on me a bit, just enough for me to punch him in the face and keep distance between us. He runs off with the two of us taking gasoline and lighting the place on fire. We look out further into the city to hear more screams and then we look to one another.
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