They went into the first house they found in the remains of the town just to see what they could loot. It was common knowledge that a colossal landslide had buried the majority of the area during the night which meant one thing for the group - all their belongings would still be inside. Of course they weren't the first to consider looting the place but they were the first to record their trip.
With one person as designated to film everything the five of them set off, climbing over steep rubble-strewn hills and crawling into the first clear window they saw. The air inside was hard to breathe, they all remarked on it as they put on their dust masks and headed for the other rooms. The master bedroom yielded a few broken necklaces and dirty shoes that could easily be cleaned and sold on.
The remainder of their day was spent moving from house to house, picking everything clean and coming away at the end with several rucksacks full of stolen belongings. They were disappointed that they never got to see a body and wondered if the local authorities had come by already to take them away for proper burials.
When they had finished with every house that they could go to without stepping too far into the less stable areas of the town, they headed back to review their footage and start cleaning their newly acquired possessions. They expected the footage to be creepy, perhaps creepy enough for them to put it online and make a little money from it. They didn't expect to be followed home.
It started in the first house with the faint sounds of several people coughing violently. The conferred among themselves and agreed that none of they had coughed in that house, not inside it at least. It continued in the second house with shadows in unusual places, almost like the home owners were still there in a sense, hunched over and coughing from all the dust.
When the footage got to the third house a chill went through the group as a child's voice called out for their mama. A small shadowy figure scuttled about between them, tugging their clothes and always asking for their mama. They never felt the tugging or heard the child, never saw anything out of the ordinary yet the camera showed the child following them for the rest of the trip.
Even when they were filming the journey home, high on endorphins and thrilled with their stolen goods, the child sat in the middle seat on someone's lap throughout the entire ride. They were little more than a crumpled mess of shadows, crying for their mama. The footage ended when they got to the living room, the child no longer in tow, shown to be heading upstairs and calling "mama" still.
Quietly they sent the designated camera person to the stairway, with headphones plugged into the camera to see if they could head the child still or if it was an elaborate prank of some sort. Judging by the shrieks from the hallway the child was still with them and they had no idea how to get it to go home.
With one person as designated to film everything the five of them set off, climbing over steep rubble-strewn hills and crawling into the first clear window they saw. The air inside was hard to breathe, they all remarked on it as they put on their dust masks and headed for the other rooms. The master bedroom yielded a few broken necklaces and dirty shoes that could easily be cleaned and sold on.
The remainder of their day was spent moving from house to house, picking everything clean and coming away at the end with several rucksacks full of stolen belongings. They were disappointed that they never got to see a body and wondered if the local authorities had come by already to take them away for proper burials.
When they had finished with every house that they could go to without stepping too far into the less stable areas of the town, they headed back to review their footage and start cleaning their newly acquired possessions. They expected the footage to be creepy, perhaps creepy enough for them to put it online and make a little money from it. They didn't expect to be followed home.
It started in the first house with the faint sounds of several people coughing violently. The conferred among themselves and agreed that none of they had coughed in that house, not inside it at least. It continued in the second house with shadows in unusual places, almost like the home owners were still there in a sense, hunched over and coughing from all the dust.
When the footage got to the third house a chill went through the group as a child's voice called out for their mama. A small shadowy figure scuttled about between them, tugging their clothes and always asking for their mama. They never felt the tugging or heard the child, never saw anything out of the ordinary yet the camera showed the child following them for the rest of the trip.
Even when they were filming the journey home, high on endorphins and thrilled with their stolen goods, the child sat in the middle seat on someone's lap throughout the entire ride. They were little more than a crumpled mess of shadows, crying for their mama. The footage ended when they got to the living room, the child no longer in tow, shown to be heading upstairs and calling "mama" still.
Quietly they sent the designated camera person to the stairway, with headphones plugged into the camera to see if they could head the child still or if it was an elaborate prank of some sort. Judging by the shrieks from the hallway the child was still with them and they had no idea how to get it to go home.
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