Re: Mini-log, the B&B: Clementine M/Reece E
It was his fingers touching the cardboard that did it. The box shouldn't have toppled, on account of there not being enough force behind it for a thing like toppling. But it toppled, sure as the day was long, and sure as that room was cold, and sure as them lights flickered.
The box fell right over, like a thing'd pushed it from behind. The laptop inside was in pieces. It looked like someone'd smashed it deliberate, and then kept every damn little piece as proof of the destruction wrought.
The parts went all over, spread wide in the room like things dragged by magnets. Maybe there was something weird and polarizing in those walls. Could be, seeing as the heating was broken as a thing could be. Could be, seeing as the electric was real wrong too, all shorting out and sparking in that lamp now. Sparking until the bulb smashed exploding and raining itself down.
It was all real messy, and that room needed looking into. Course, it was all just plain things that could go wrong with an old room, and not a thing more than that.
Footfalls could be heard in the hall, light, someone that wasn't real heavy. Humming to herself, and he best be getting on. The room seemed to think so too, seeing as it made itself cold enough for chattering teeth.
Behind the bed, the obstructed closet opened, sprung like on a spring, and hunting gun cases fell out against the headboard and clattered open, revealing some real cared for rifles.
Out in the hall, a hand touched that door, unless he was imagining it. And maybe he was some, seeing as his little mechanical eyeball couldn't pick up a thing of life. But the door swung inward on hinges that creaked, and could be there was a breeze in that hall. And might be that humming girl went into another room, too, because there was no one outside that door when it swung itself clean open for him, like it was inviting him to get on.