I read somewhere that police lights were designed to flash in a manner that made the human eye incapable to adjust to them, so they would be constantly noticeable. I've been testing this theory for the four years I've been on the force and to be honest with you, I think it's true.
Having the lights run without the sound has always been strange to me, but at this hour I don't want to wake anyone up pointlessly. Besides, there's no other cars on the road at this hour and if I'm being honest the lights themselves might not even be a necessity.
I got a report of loud noises and possibly gun shots at the old school. Probably just a bunch of teenagers lighting off fireworks and pretending they see ghosts and shit again.
I shook my head.
Hopefully it's not those two stupid kids again, claiming they need to get in there to "investigate." Those two were the worst. The Westchester brothers? Winchendon? Who the fuck knows.
My engine purred beneath the hood of my car as I sped up to where the school was. I flicked off the lights as I rounded the final corner and parked outside. I opened the door to my cruiser and got out, inspecting the gate with my flashlight. It looked like it was open. Someone must have forgot to lock it. I shook my head again. It's like they're asking people to break in here.
I walked up to the gate and pushed it open. I tell you, I've never been one to believe in the paranormal but this place did give me the creeps. I walked up the front steps quietly and listened. It didn't sound like there were kids in there. I stood listening for another two or three minutes just to be sure, and then decided they must have left. I walked over to one of the windows and shined my light in. Everything seemed to be normal.
"Car 4 to Dispatch." I said into my shoulder-radio.
"Go ahead Car 4." The voice answered.
I started walking the perimeter of the building looking for signs of entry, shining my flashlight here and there.
"Looks like whoever was at the school is gone now. I can't hear anything going on inside."
"Roger that Car 4."
"I'm gonna do a quick sweep to see if there's anything here. I'll let you know. Over."
I walked around the perimeter of the building, which took quite a while since the place is pretty damn big. This wasn't the first time I've had to do it either. This place drew a lot of attention, especially around Halloween when the local myth would circulate again that this place was haunted. Kids. Mine's never gonna turn out like that, I fucking tell you.
I had started walking around the school clockwise from the front door. I was just about ready to call it when I saw something through the window. Something just looked... odd. Like I said, I'd done this many times before so I knew it was out of place. I walked up to the window and shined my light in.
What I saw puzzled me. One of the door frames was all busted in and broken. It looked like someone had taken a sledge hammer to the sides of it.
"Fuck." I said to myself outloud. "Car 4 to Dispatch." I said spitefully into my radio.
"Go ahead Car 4."
"It looks like whoever was here did some damage to the building. I'm gonna see if I can get inside and check it out. Requesting backup."
"Roger that Car 4. Car 2 please proceed to Car 4's position and assist."
"Roger." Bill said through the radio. "I'm about five minutes out Car 4. Proceeding now."
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Wake Up - The End is the New Beginning!
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