"Detective Hudson, you're not honestly implying that the cause of these attacks is an imaginary fairy tale monster?" Sgt Coulson accused, shouting across the office at the man stood explaining his theory towards the recent attacks.
"Well Miss Coulson-" Det Hudson started.
"Sergeant," Sgt Coulson corrected immediately.
"Sergeant Coulson, what's your opinion of the attacks then."
Sgt Coulson began shouting at the detective and without warning the rest of the room erupted in noise as the whole office verbally debated the mystery of the killer of Shalley Falls.
The whole town of Shalley Falls was in a similar state of uproar, hurling accusations between themselves, suspicious of everyone who gave them a second look in the street. Everyone was afraid, no one knew what was going to happen next. Doors and windows remained shut and locked each night and social interaction became minimal.
Alice Foster was still staying at her brother's house, while decorators painted her house in Lincoln. She currently sat in her brother's kitchen, bent over his wooden table, studying a newspaper clipping from 1973. Cain was in an identical position opposite the table and was reading aloud, "-a huge number of animal attacks have been reported over the past few months, and the locals of Shalley Falls are starting to stir...'
Cain looked up at his sister, meeting her gaze.
This had happened before.
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