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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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The night's investigation went as expected: constant paranoia, weird noises, dark shadows, and troubling EVPs like every other lockdown went. Except for the one thing that stood out from the rest of the others: they knew something would once again follow them home. Zak knew that this place wasn't worth the heartache and terror anymore. He swore to himself that after he left the town of Wilder, Kentucky, he would never step foot in that building again if he could help it.
Dawn made its presence over Kentucky landscape, thawing the morning dew that sat on the short blades of grass surrounding the railroad tracks that run behind Bobby Mackey's. Matt, the building's caretaker for many years now, unlocked the chain that ran through the door's handle, knowing that the crew was more than happy to be setting foot on the sacred land they called 'outside.'
"Have fun?" Matt chuckled as he shut the door behind Nick, the last one to leave the building.
"Hell no!" Aaron said, finally shutting off his camera, rubbing his forehead out of exhaustion.
"What about you, Zak?" Nick asked as he too shut off his camera.
"I'm ready to get the Hell out of here," He trailed off as the guys could tell his attitude had changed. He wasn't the normal 'tired but still with energy Zak,' but the 'almost seems depressedZak.' And that wasn't something that they saw normally. Something was affecting him yet again from Bobby Mackey's and he knew it was going to carry a long-term effect on him for quite some time.
As the guys filled up the back of their rented SUV with their equipment to head back to the hotel, Zak turned his head to look in the direction of the diesel truck that was now pulling up at the early hours of the morning, remembering that same truck from yesterday.
It was Victoria arriving for work.
She slid out of her truck, wrapped in her Ariat jacket with Wrangler jeans that hugged her hips along with broken-in Justin square-toed boots that made a small thud against the parking lot as she walked.
"I didn't expect you guys to still be here!" She said with a warm smile. Zak could still see how red the whites of her eyes were, and he could tell she was tired. Either that or she had been upset recently. In that short moment of her greeting them, he forgot every bad thing that happened in there last night. He felt a short ounce of happiness even though she intimidated him.
Her presence distracted him, in a way.
"And I didn't expect you to be alive after riding that crazy horse yesterday!" Aaron laughed as he shut the back hatch to the SUV, moving to where he was now standing beside Nick.
"Ah, he's a good horse. He takes care of me better than I take care of him," she said, waving her hand at Aaron's statement.
"I'd say he is. Aaron is just afraid of horses and according to him, all of them are crazy!" Nick laughed.
