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Teague Brennan (poetbrennan) wrote in utr_logs,

"Yeah, I used to hide in the pantry, sometimes in the linen closet. It's a going back to the womb thing," Teague nodded, "small, closed, safe. Cassie hides under the sink sometimes even now..." He listened after Dean called up the stairs, and he peeked up them with the camera, before looking up with his own eyes. "You don't have to be scared of us, we're here to help out. Why don't you come down and talk, huh? We've got a little thingy here that can hear you." He paused and set the digital recorder down and turned it on to record at the sound of a voice. "See that little red light? Can you talk to it? Were you the one making the sounds in that bedroom?"

Waiting for a moment, they caught another sound that wasn't made by either of them. He played it back and it was another chalkboard sound. "Okay, that's something at least."