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7:36 PM
Who: Harrison & Frost
Where: Barnes residence
When: Tuesday evening
The Barnes Residence, Present Day (2000)
He hadn't moved in five years. Not since that evening when he met true evilness in the world. Their screams still woke him up almost nightly and the burning comfort of Jack Daniels was an almost constant companion, until he decided to be a person that day. It was usually those days that found Harrison Barnes out in the woods and foothills taking pictures to send into the local travel magazines for money. Occasionally, Jacob Mitchell, a long time friend who was a detective downtown would call him if they needed an extra photographer or when Jacob was stuck and needed a "consultant." But that day was not was of those where Harris felt like being a person. And why should he? Their oldest, Gerald, would be 10 today. But Gerald, along with Harrison's wife and daughter were all dead. Dead because of a sick, twisted, evil monster.
The house had gone into disrepair, all except for the essentials. Those, Harris did his best to keep up with. That night, like most, found him conked out in his recliner, a bottle of Jack and a glass of melted ice on the end table next to him. Pill bottles of varying sizes, height, and anti-depressant flavors littered it's surface along with medication for migraines. In short, since the death of his family, Harrison Barnes had turned into a wreck.
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Where: Barnes residence
When: Tuesday evening
The Barnes Residence, Present Day (2000)
He hadn't moved in five years. Not since that evening when he met true evilness in the world. Their screams still woke him up almost nightly and the burning comfort of Jack Daniels was an almost constant companion, until he decided to be a person that day. It was usually those days that found Harrison Barnes out in the woods and foothills taking pictures to send into the local travel magazines for money. Occasionally, Jacob Mitchell, a long time friend who was a detective downtown would call him if they needed an extra photographer or when Jacob was stuck and needed a "consultant." But that day was not was of those where Harris felt like being a person. And why should he? Their oldest, Gerald, would be 10 today. But Gerald, along with Harrison's wife and daughter were all dead. Dead because of a sick, twisted, evil monster.
The house had gone into disrepair, all except for the essentials. Those, Harris did his best to keep up with. That night, like most, found him conked out in his recliner, a bottle of Jack and a glass of melted ice on the end table next to him. Pill bottles of varying sizes, height, and anti-depressant flavors littered it's surface along with medication for migraines. In short, since the death of his family, Harrison Barnes had turned into a wreck.
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