Page 10 of The Asylum
“Yeah, disturbing thought, isn’t it? The account states the gun was locked in a cabinet until Tom Cain lost control. The doc pulled it out and fired twice, but Tom kept rushing at him. It took three more bullets to put Tom down,” Harry elaborated.
“That makes fourteen deaths we know of here?” Jack confirmed.
“Yes.”
“Thanks, Harry. Okay, let’s start. Hello, I’m Jack, and this is my cameraman, Phil, and my friends, Bunny and Pyro. We’ve come to talk to you tonight, and we mean you no harm, nor any disrespect. Is anyone here?”
Jack placed the spirit box down as I waved my voice recorder around.
“Could you state your name?” Jack asked. The static from the spirit box peaked, and Jack looked at it.
“Pyro, watch your gauges,” he said. Pyro nodded.
“Can you tell us your name?” Jack repeated, and the spirit box crackled and hissed.
“Edward.”
Pyro and I swapped wide-eyed glances.
“Thanks, Edward. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jack stated politely.
“Bullshit,”the spirit box squealed, and I jumped.
I grabbed Pyro as I stared in disbelief at the spirit box on the floor. “Did that just cuss us out?” I gasped, unsure whether to be amused or insulted.
“Yeah,” Pyro growled out, offering a glare at it.
“That was new,” Jack added with a cheerful smile.
“Don’t you like company, Edward?” he asked.
“Fuck off!”
I choked on a gasp, trying not to laugh. This was serious, but something about the spirit box swearing at us was funny.
“Edward, you don’t have to speak to us if you don’t want to,” Jack said calmly.
The spirit box shrieked, and I covered my ears. But I couldn’t discern a word.
“Does anyone, besides Edward, wish to talk?” I asked, and everything fell silent.
“Woman,”the box announced clearly.
“Yes, I’m a woman. Are you Edward?”
“No.”
“What is your name?” I didn’t get an answer.
Pyro’s EMF let out a ding, and he looked down. “The temperature is falling.”
“Okay, are the lights at the top lighting up?” Jack asked.
“Yes. Three out of the five,” Pyro replied. “What does that mean?”
“It’s showing the level of paranormal activity. Three is medium. Let me know if it gets any higher.”
“Hey, is that a silhouette?” I inquired, staring at a presence at the end of the corridor.
