Which recording, Cabochard? If the cell mates can open the attachment you can write what they would hear on it. You are investigating West Lawn, correct? The missing high school girl?
There are always rumors going around about West Lawn – the abandoned male psychiatric ward of Harmony Recovery Center – because why wouldn't there be? It’s abandoned. It’s a mental hospital. Over the summer it seems that many high school and college aged students have taken to playing a game at the hospital. This game involves a group of three people with cameras strapped to them staying the night in three different rooms in the hospital.
Trouble is, some of them haven’t come back.
'West Lawn' is down Mission Gorge Road that originates in Santee and runs into San Diego. West Lawn is a fifteen minute drive from your home in Santee. It is closer to Grossmont Community College which has a thriving communications and film - making department. You've started to hear people in the grocery store inquire after Jennifer Bruin. There is a photograph of the sixteen year old girl up in the Grocery Store bulletin board, mounted to the bulletin board at Union Hall, in the reception of Dr. Chrissy Hollandale's practice and at the bulletin board at Mission Trails. The bulletin boards offer this:
Jennifer Bruin 16 years of age, student at West Hills High School. She was the first person who was noted to have gone missing after playing the 'Dare game' at West Lawn, a wing of Harmony Recovery Center that has been shut down for years.
Your character could have stumbled across this video online
Information has been strangely vacant from local media, aside from a small blip about Jennifer Bruin having gone missing. An internet search reveals a short article that includes the above information and ' her parents were concerned when she didn’t return. This is very unlike Jennifer'.
The full video, when found after seeing the many short-versions of it, is as follows:
The room itself is rather disconcerting, but more-so in the dark, with only a little flashlight available as a source of light. Shadows seem to move everywhere, dancing and running and hiding from the camera as a quiet female’s voice is heard – the voice of the woman equipped with the camera, presumably. “Nigel?” As she walks, her footsteps echo eerily in the room, and she seems to hesitate once or twice. “Chase?”
There’s silence, aside from the sound of the woman’s breathing which seems clearly uneasy. “Seriously, you guys, this isn’t funny! Don’t be jerks!”
“Ali?” The video jumps as the camera swivels around, settling on the outline of a man as only his Nikes have been lit by the flashlight. As the flashlight moves up, his hand raises to protect his eyes, but a rather handsome blond man adjusts himself in place. “Whoa, hey, watch the eyes, Ali. What’s up?”
“Oh thank God,” ‘Ali’ sighs in relief and her fist enters the camera’s view as she punches the man’s shoulder. “Where’s Nigel?”
“Huh? I thought he was with you,” the other responds, and the camera slowly moves around again as the girl goes back to inspecting the area. “Maybe he just went to take a piss or something.”
“I’d buy that if he hadn’t been gone for like an hour,” she responds, the flashlight flickering about as she turns a corner to look at another room, the flashlight and camera panning around it as she does. “Never mind. I’m gonna go wait in my room. He’ll be back, right? I mean, better to wait there than go looking and get us all lost, right?”
The video cuts out, with a little bit of static, but when it comes back, it opens on morning.
“Nigel! Seriously this isn’t funny, where are you?” It’s hard to see anything, despite things being lit up by the light of day, because of how quickly the camera is moving around. “Nigel! Where are you? This is creepy, okay? Seriously, hasn’t this gone on long enough?”
“Maybe he’s just gotten lost?” comes a male voice from off-screen, but it seems doubtful and pretty worried, too. “Nige, seriously dude, she’s crying now.”
“Oh shut up,” the girl hisses at the man, but a soft sob indicates that he’s not wrong. “I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it was. Just… call the police, okay? Please. I’m scared, and I want Nigel back but,” an uneasy breath as the camera settles on a hallway in the building, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Cabochard