I’m a Paranormal Investigator. This Is the One Recording I’ll Never Release | Part 3
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What happens when Three Fingers forces Duncan to play the dangerous recording?
Part three, the recording. I stare at my gore-coated laptop, then look about the bar and the bloody mess that covers it all. Slowly, I shake my head back and forth. "'You don't know what you're asking,' I say to three fingers in a small voice. "'You think you do, but you don't.' The dangerous old man leans in close and places the dagger tip under my chin. With only the slightest pressure, I feel blood begin to well. "'Oh, I know exactly what I am asking, boy,' He looks at Knots, who is stone-faced but probably about to shit himself. Tell him, fool. Tell him to do as told, or there will be pain inflicted upon his loved ones the likes of which no one has ever experienced upon this mortal plane. Um, yeah, do what he says, Crowley.
Knots glances at Allison's mangled corpse on the makeshift sacrificial altar in the center of the bar. I don't want to be ground meat, man. I really don't. And think of your mother. They've got someone close to her right now, Crowley. Stop calling me that. Oh my god, dude, let it go. I kept telling you that it's just a stupid nickname. Everyone gets shitty nicknames. This asshole here keeps calling me a fool? Do you think I like that? Do you think I want to be called fool? No. But I'll deal with it as long as... He coughs up blood as three fingers flicks his wrist, then walks away. At first, I'm not sure what is happening. Then a red line appears across Knott's throat. The line widens, widens, and splits, sending blood gushing down to the table.
My first instinct is to reach out to my friend, but I can already see that he's beyond help. My second instinct is to grab my laptop and clutch it to my chest. I get up to run toward the back hallway, but three of the robed figures tackle me, and we go sliding in the blood and gore until we collide with the jukebox. The laptop is fried for me, then cultist boots get to work. By the time they are finished, I'm fairly certain I'll be pissing blood until I'm old enough to collect Social Security. I certainly won't be chewing crunchy foods for a while. A hand grabs me around the neck and lifts me off the ground. I'm dangling with my toes a good foot from the floor, as three fingers carries me back to my table and tosses me onto the bench.
My eyes instantly go to Knoth's slumped corpse. My laptop is set down in front of me, tearing my attention away from my dead friend. Open it. Start it. Put in your password. Then find me that for which I have hunted so long. Play the recording. Please don't do this. Now. My eyes find Emmy's. They tell me all I need to know. We are dead. All of us left. Dead. How we die is up to me. If I fight, we'll endure agony that I don't even want to think about. If I give in, three fingers wins. And maybe our deaths will be quick, painless. Then I think of what is on the recording. No. None of our deaths, and I include Three Fingers and his cultist buddies, will be quick or painless. Agony? Oh yeah. Big time. For eternity. Three Fingers shows me his knife.
Not overtly, just enough that light catches off the slim part of the blade not coated in blood. You know what? Screw it. This guy wants to hear the recording, then fine. He gets to hear the recording. An eternity of pain may be worth it if I'm taking this asshole with me. My shoulders relax as I boot up my laptop and enter my password. Very good, fool. Very good. Yeah, well, you say that now. I chuckle. You find this amusing? Your friend has been butchered and you laugh? I'm laughing because I know the punchline to the joke. My finger slides across the trackpad and I find the folder where I have sequestered the audio from that night. I open file folder after file folder.
How does Duncan find and prepare the hidden MP3 file under duress?
I really buried this thing. Good for me. Too bad it made no difference. When I find the MP3 file, I pause and look up at the two-eager son of a bitch. My speaker's a crap. Should we hook it up to the bar's sound system? I want to laugh out loud at the look on his face. He has no idea what to do. His world is filled with ancient and esoteric shit, not AV tech. While I was learning how to set up multiple remote gigs to capture the paranormal, this guy was dicking around skinning squirrels and killing the family dog.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What happens when Three Fingers forces Duncan to play the dangerous recording?
0:03–4:03
2
How does Duncan find and prepare the hidden MP3 file under duress?
4:03–7:07
3
What do the first sounds on the recording reveal about the night of the investigation?
7:07–14:51
4
How do Angie, Luca, Bear, and Knott react as the recording plays in the van?
14:51–22:45