The head of an Asian guy peered from around the corner of the door amongst the morning. He checked the area for any stragglers before letting Sandy and her ward inside. She looked around the confined room, with the curtains fully covering the windows, and the Asian guy dubbed 'Adam' went right back to his laptop computer before crunching away at presumably more research.
Adam: "I've narrowed it down to two possible Id's. Christine Andrews, or Samantha Hoover. Both women worked at the local...ahem, gentleman's club. They live in opposite sides of town, and have very little in common. The former was divorced with no kids, the latter was married for only a few months before before she died. Anything else, you'll unfortunately need dig up on your own. If you need info I can dig up, just give me a call."
Sandy nodded before watching Evan do his thing, and she takes a seat on the far bed closest to the real wall. She'd thought about the names, and then she'd thought about the report. She had to add it up from an investigative standpoint right? She didn't really know how it was supposed to work, she just had a ton of unknown knowledge. These hunters were very reclusive, and paranoid from seeing what seems to be a trap at the front door. Sandy studied Evan and Adam in their natural habitat, Adam driving away on the computer and Evan gathering some tools for a hunt.
She thinks back on the report and articles:
Those same nights people ended up missing...the peculiar thing being that all three of them were outsiders not familiar to the town. None of them had ID, and all three were riding in either stolen or unregistered vehicles. Sandy thinks about Adam's part of the research, and connects the dots. Both of the alleged women were erotic dancers. One divorced no kids, another married a few months. She had to bet her money on the divorced lady, marriages can be messy. Really messy. How she knew that she'll never know. And like a random miracle, Sandy begin to utter from her mouth involuntarily the details of the deeper truth, saying it casually as if asking for a napkin.
"Death Omen. Most people call them the Lady in White, or Llarona. But Banshee's are really peaceful in nature, it's their cries that cause terror. Some omens remain as lost souls until they have resolved their pain...but the actual omen itself represents the coming of Death. Three missing persons, all from outside of town. A very small town where everyone knows each other. Stolen or blank cars, no ID on any of them...they were either hunters or criminals, which would make sense to tie the cop in who saw the spirit last. He was the only one to see her out of the entire squadron. He's either tied to her, or he's about to die..."
Sandy stopped talking and realized she'd done it again. She bashfully peered at Evan and Adam, before darting her eyes down and started reading again. That was the first time she'd talked in 17 hours. She brushed her hair aside and went back to her silent mode. Either she had went too far or was right on cue, because the silent looks from the two hunters filled the air with awkwardness.
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In Town. Later that night.
A squad car pulls up to his quiet and isolated shack on the outskirts of Belle Fourche. His tag reads 'C. Thomas', as he removes it and throws it in his black duffel bag. He unstraps his utility belt and throws it in the bag as well, making his way up the stairs to his distanced home. He opens the cabin door, and slumps himself on the nearby chair, picking up a beer he was already drinking the night before. Work was eating away at him. Three missing persons, and the cries of a woman every night. It was strange, he hadn't had this much activity in life since he got here, and those missing persons seemed to have all things in common, it was no chance that three outsiders from different places in the world came here to turn up missing. Something was going on. Officer Thomas rubs his temples in stress as the distant echo of a squeal can be heard. He ceases all movement and hears it again. He rises and goes to the small window, peering out into the woods surrounding. A shriek came as loud and sudden as if she was right behind him.
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Officer Thomas stumbles back and jumps for his duffel bag and grabs his gun. He takes the safety off and aims at the window.
Thomas: "H-Hello?..."
Nothing. His vision peers around as he looks all around to simple wails at first, and then they slowly begin to get louder...and louder...and louder. His awareness increases greatly as he backs towards the door, swinging it open to see a
woman clothed in all white, along with something peculiar. Her eyes were all white as well, as she begins to scream to the top of her lungs in morbid terror. Thomas shoots his gun once and she vanishes in thin air. He focuses his attention to outside, not hearing a peep once more.
Something creaks behind him. And that was the last thing that he would ever hear.
??: "Thank you."
A voice says grimly as the unknown person draws a blade, a sword particularly, and drives it straight through the officer. He screams in futility as his hands glow red hot trying to grab the sword pierced in his body, and his eyes flash a solid white with reptilian iris', before falling to the ground, lifeless.
