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“Temperature is even lower here,” Calamity offered.
“Nothing on the SLS,” Blaze added.
“What does this mean?” Slate asked.
“No damn idea.” Calamity laughed.
“Me either,” Carly admitted.
“Well, something is here because the temp has dropped; the Boo Bear, or whatever it’s called, is activating. How odd that some of the equipment is picking things up but not the other,” Phoe mused.
“Should we call in?” Calamity asked.
“No, if the SLS isn’t picking anything up nor the infrared, then we’ll use the equipment we’ve got that does work. Let’s use the spirit box,” Phoe suggested.
Lowrider turned the spirit box on, and Calamity frowned. How were you meant to understand anything that came from it? It sounded like a lot of white noise.
One by one, they all asked questions. But nothing came from the box. Perplexed, they were just about to turn it off when a giggle sounded from the spirit box.
“Hell yeah!” Phoe cried, pumping the air. “Can you speak to us?”
They waited five more minutes, but nothing happened. As they were shutting it down, the radio crackled, making them jump.
“Crap,” Phoe said, laughing as she answered it.
“It’s Rooster. Did you say Chatter left the building?”
“At the speed he was going, I’d say yes,” Phoe replied.
“He is not on the grounds, and the guards say nobody has gone through the gates,” Rooster responded.
“He’s still here?” Phoe gasped. “Okay, we’ll find him.”
“Split into two teams,” Calamity stated.
They quickly searched the three levels of the children’s wing but found nothing. They met back outside the double doors that led to the entrance.
“He’s not here,” Phoe said, worried.
“We’ll find him,” Blaze promised, opened the doors, and let out a loud oath.
Sitting on a chair in front of the exit was a huge doll about the size of a three-year-old.
“What the fuck?” Lowrider exclaimed.
“Doo—lll…” a voice moaned from a corner.
“Chatter!” Phoe cried and dashed over to the huddled figure.
Chatter was crouched down, his eyes terrified and wide.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Slate demanded.
“Chair moved… doll on it… couldn’t get out,” Chatter stammered.
“Are you telling me the chair moved on its own and stopped you leaving?” Andi asked in disbelief.
“We’ll have that on camera,” one of the cameramen muttered tilting his head towards a static camera.
