Cole Burkhardt

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840 appearances 5 recordings 1 series first heard May 2026 last heard 7 Sep

Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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seeping in from the crack under the door by the bookshelves.
I stepped forward.
The room was so quiet I could hear my breath.
I couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door when my fingertips moved to the handle, and then I was pushing inside.
It wasn't a closet like I had first suspected.
It was a room, much larger than the office had been.
I realized that the room I had just stepped into must have been a classroom of sorts.
Professor Hicks' classroom.
There were white laminate tiles and white walls, and a collection of tables with strange instruments and large textbooks spread across them.
It was lit only dimly by the moonlight that streamed in through the half-open windows.
I stepped towards one of the tables at the front of the room and saw an open sketchbook filled with wild, freehand illustrations on the visible pages.
They were not unlike the many images adorning the walls of Professor Hitch's office, human anatomy, detailed and dissected.
I was alone in the room, but the sound of footsteps from somewhere else in the vicinity implied that I wouldn't be for long.
I darted towards an open cabinet behind the table and crawled inside, carefully pulling the door behind me, but leaving it open just enough that I could still see into the classroom.
I watched Professor Hitchs enter the room, pushing a large metal cart.
She moved her hand to the light switch behind the door, and the fluorescent bulbs turned on with a familiar buzz, and Hitch's moved to stand in front of the table where I had just been seconds ago.
She carried a small book in her hand.
It was tiny and couldn't have been bigger than a passport, but she laid it out in front of her on the table and glared at the pages with intense focus.
I wondered if that was the evidence I needed, perhaps a catalogue of her crimes.
Some serial killers were like that.
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