feeling of flight and the decision was made to stay and
complete his mission. Nothing would push him away from his own home
and stop him from finally being able obtain answers to questions
that haunted him for so many years. He would not falter.
Surprisingly, Cody didn’t have anything to
say—he just followed Scott’s lead like a mute servant.
They ate a breakfast consisting of dry whole
grain bread, chocolate flavored whey protein powder mixed with
water, and a banana.
Scott brought very basic foods that didn’t
require refrigeration, and that were healthy and nutritious—a long
cry from Cody’s usual fast food diet.
“How about we set-up the recording equipment
throughout the house, and then get some sleep while there’s still
light?” Scott suggested.
“What are we going to do after the sun
sets?”
“We’ll sleep during the day, and monitor at
night. I need to capture something convincing before leaving.”
“I’m not sure I can do another night in this
house. No offense, man, but there’s something in here—something
other than cats and mice.”
“We can drive around the neighborhood, and
locate something that we can use to barricade the door. I’ll also
remove the window screen so we can escape if needed. How does that
sound?”
“Well . . . I don’t know.”
“Come on, Cody! Aren’t you just a little
curious? Do this for me, and I’ll introduce you to that personal
trainer at my gym. What’s her name?”
“Laura. Her name is, Laura.”
“That’s it! You’ve been begging for months,
now here’s your chance!”
“We can try another night and see how it
goes, but you’re introducing me to Laura the second we get back! I
won’t forget!”
Cody despised working out, but would join
Scott at the gym from time to time, specifically on days a
particular trainer was working. It became painfully obvious that he
was only there to gaze upon the unattainable beauty, with no
intentions of actually speaking with her, and certainly no
intentions of working out.
They set up three cameras in the basement:
one pointed at the dining area and fireplace, one in the bedroom
facing the adjoining door to the second bedroom, and one facing up
the stairs to capture the landing and door that led to the
garage.
In the upstairs they set up three more
cameras: one in the room where they made camp, one in the hallway,
facing the door to the room where they were staying, and one in the
living room facing the front door.
All of the cameras were wireless, and ran off
batteries. Each camera had two backup batteries, as did Scott’s
laptop/monitor. If the equipment were to die before capturing the
needed footage, he could drive to the nearest gas station, and
recharge the batteries. The rest of the equipment was set up in the
room in hopes that they would capture the demonic horse.
The alarm on Scott’s cell phone went off at
exactly 6:20 P.M.—the time the sun laid to rest behind the Rocky
Mountains that silhouetted the October sky.
They woke from their uninterrupted slumber
feeling somewhat rested after receiving five hours of creep free
sleep.
Running to set all six cameras to record,
Scott had a sick feeling as dark fell upon the bleak home.
They met back at the room just moments before
dusk, giving them little time to set up the audio recorder,
thermometer, and EMF detector.
Managing to get everything set up before dark
completely blanketed the home; they pushed the small freezer they
found two houses down against the door. Weighing approximately
a-hundred pounds, the freezer offered more resistance than the
luggage, and if something should manage to push the door open, the
freezer was bulky enough to only allow about six-inches of
clearance before hitting the wall. Nothing larger than the average
cat could enter, and if anything larger reared its ugly head
through the limited opening, Scott could easily blow its evil,
maggot laden brains all over the walls with a well placed
complete his mission. Nothing would push him away from his own home
and stop him from finally being able obtain answers to questions
that haunted him for so many years. He would not falter.
Surprisingly, Cody didn’t have anything to
say—he just followed Scott’s lead like a mute servant.
They ate a breakfast consisting of dry whole
grain bread, chocolate flavored whey protein powder mixed with
water, and a banana.
Scott brought very basic foods that didn’t
require refrigeration, and that were healthy and nutritious—a long
cry from Cody’s usual fast food diet.
“How about we set-up the recording equipment
throughout the house, and then get some sleep while there’s still
light?” Scott suggested.
“What are we going to do after the sun
sets?”
“We’ll sleep during the day, and monitor at
night. I need to capture something convincing before leaving.”
“I’m not sure I can do another night in this
house. No offense, man, but there’s something in here—something
other than cats and mice.”
“We can drive around the neighborhood, and
locate something that we can use to barricade the door. I’ll also
remove the window screen so we can escape if needed. How does that
sound?”
“Well . . . I don’t know.”
“Come on, Cody! Aren’t you just a little
curious? Do this for me, and I’ll introduce you to that personal
trainer at my gym. What’s her name?”
“Laura. Her name is, Laura.”
“That’s it! You’ve been begging for months,
now here’s your chance!”
“We can try another night and see how it
goes, but you’re introducing me to Laura the second we get back! I
won’t forget!”
Cody despised working out, but would join
Scott at the gym from time to time, specifically on days a
particular trainer was working. It became painfully obvious that he
was only there to gaze upon the unattainable beauty, with no
intentions of actually speaking with her, and certainly no
intentions of working out.
They set up three cameras in the basement:
one pointed at the dining area and fireplace, one in the bedroom
facing the adjoining door to the second bedroom, and one facing up
the stairs to capture the landing and door that led to the
garage.
In the upstairs they set up three more
cameras: one in the room where they made camp, one in the hallway,
facing the door to the room where they were staying, and one in the
living room facing the front door.
All of the cameras were wireless, and ran off
batteries. Each camera had two backup batteries, as did Scott’s
laptop/monitor. If the equipment were to die before capturing the
needed footage, he could drive to the nearest gas station, and
recharge the batteries. The rest of the equipment was set up in the
room in hopes that they would capture the demonic horse.
The alarm on Scott’s cell phone went off at
exactly 6:20 P.M.—the time the sun laid to rest behind the Rocky
Mountains that silhouetted the October sky.
They woke from their uninterrupted slumber
feeling somewhat rested after receiving five hours of creep free
sleep.
Running to set all six cameras to record,
Scott had a sick feeling as dark fell upon the bleak home.
They met back at the room just moments before
dusk, giving them little time to set up the audio recorder,
thermometer, and EMF detector.
Managing to get everything set up before dark
completely blanketed the home; they pushed the small freezer they
found two houses down against the door. Weighing approximately
a-hundred pounds, the freezer offered more resistance than the
luggage, and if something should manage to push the door open, the
freezer was bulky enough to only allow about six-inches of
clearance before hitting the wall. Nothing larger than the average
cat could enter, and if anything larger reared its ugly head
through the limited opening, Scott could easily blow its evil,
maggot laden brains all over the walls with a well placed
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