Re: log: dahl/connie at B&B
"I'm not playing games!" Connie's voice turned to static, fuzzy radio noises bouncing across the hallway. She was trying to keep it together, wherever she was, and now the two would have to just get through this weirdness. The temperature kept dropping, a slow tick of the dial until the floorboards looked like they were growing ice crystals. "I'm s-s-s-stuck." Connie stuttered all Max Headroom and each letter she uttered seemed like it was coming from a different part of the B&B.
The closet with the blue light pulsed, upset that it was being ignored by the girls. The shadow of a lanky figure was projected on the wall and out stepped a tall, thin man. Well, what was probably once a man. What was probably once Connie's father. Dahl would see what was left: a white substance stretched out to look like a man, a black funeral suit and a smile etched into the putty face. The monster raised up a long arm, tentacle fingers pulsing to point at her. He said: "๐โโโโโ. โกโกโโ โปโโโโ โงซโฌง โโโ โโโโ โโโฌงโโปโปโกโโ โงซโโ โโ โโกโ."
Which didn't make any sense, but Dahl could almost hear the word parents crawl through the back of her head. And then suddenly the B&B hallway felt like it was actually a road in the woods. The smell of stale beer raised up through the floorboards and the headlights of a distant car flashed behind her. Engine loud and angry. The B&B was clearly trying to get her to run, to leave Connie stuck in its grasp.