Re: Mini-log, the B&B: Clementine M/Reece E
In fact, the whole damn room was real odd inside. Just like it being cold as iceboxes when the heat was on, and nothing worked quite right there. Whole damn place felt off, and it was the kind of thing didn't have a whole lot of explanation. Well, nothing some bionic eye was going to go picking up on. The box wasn't lined with a thing, but something made whatever was inside dead as the room itself, and it wasn't giving up any secrets real willing.
But nothing in that room was perfect. It was all appearances, and the items in the cardboard box were visible some for that eye of his. The laptop resting on cardboard didn't look like it was in one piece any, which was a real shame. Didn't last real long, the box cooperating, and then it was just that hanging cord again.
His whisper made the space get a whole lot colder, too, and that wasn't even a thing imagined. The mirror over the dresser frosted some, and it was cold outside, but it wasn't cold enough for frost on glass. And there was a light on, just on that dresser, and it flickered wild, but it was an old house, and the wiring wasn't everything it had been once. The place might not even pass inspection, seeing as how that thing flickered mad the closer he got to that box.