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Case 17: Turnabout Terror
May. 25th, 2010 04:49 pm[The morning immediately after her horrifying experience with the Coral Cannibal, Kay wakes up in her own bed with a start. Her heart racing, she flails about in a panic, knocking the phone off the receiver. The whole of Mayfield is treated to the very loud and utterly terrified scream of a young 17 year old thief.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[There is the sound of heavy, panicked breathing along with the rustling of bedsheets as Kay tries to make sense of her surroundings while trying to remember just what happened the previous night. She's talking to herself, barely aware that she's narrating her own thoughts out loud.]
"W-what was that...? Sharp pain... and... then. Just darkness. And blood... blood everywhere..."
[Huddles underneath her sheets, pulling them tightly around her so that nothing but her face is showing. She's like a small child convinced of the magic power of her blanket, as if it will somehow protect her against the monsters that lurk in the shadows just out of sight. And she just stays like that, rocking back and forth and quietly murmuring to herself, still totally unaware that the phone is off the hook.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[There is the sound of heavy, panicked breathing along with the rustling of bedsheets as Kay tries to make sense of her surroundings while trying to remember just what happened the previous night. She's talking to herself, barely aware that she's narrating her own thoughts out loud.]
"W-what was that...? Sharp pain... and... then. Just darkness. And blood... blood everywhere..."
[Huddles underneath her sheets, pulling them tightly around her so that nothing but her face is showing. She's like a small child convinced of the magic power of her blanket, as if it will somehow protect her against the monsters that lurk in the shadows just out of sight. And she just stays like that, rocking back and forth and quietly murmuring to herself, still totally unaware that the phone is off the hook.]
