logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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( things have been going south, and fairly quickly. Matt can't quite consider himself lucky to be blind, but for once it seems to be doing him a few favors. he can't see much of what is sending the residents of Beacon into a fervor. he hears things, off and on, but they're voices that he knows would never be here. the lack of cues of whoever was saying them made it easy to rationalize the whispers weren't real.

he's getting off easy on this one, all told, though that doesn't mean he's enjoying himself. he's plenty worried about everyone around him as they slowly lose grip on their sanity. there's only so many places one blind guy can be at once, and all too many people hallucinating.

Matt hears Jo approach, and the panic of her heartbeat slows him before she can say a thing. ) A hellhound? ( he can guess what that is by name alone, though he's not confident about any animals in Beacon. it won't do much for her fear to simply declare her wrong, and if she's right Matt doesn't want to tangle with anything that goes by the name of Hellhound. he obligingly follows. ) What are we dealing with, here? How far away was it?

Giant dog. [She can't hear her own heartbeat as focused as she is on trying to listen for footfalls. It's harder in the dark. At least in Carthage, there were puddles to help track them.

At least in Carthage they had the Colt.]

Maybe 10 yards last I saw a sign of it.

( he could have guessed that from name alone that it was some kind of dog, though Matt doesn't press that point. it's clear Jo is terrified, and he doesn't know for sure yet that he has no reason to be. ten yards is too far for him to be able to hear it, unless it made a fairly noticeable noise — his senses seem to be pushed to a ten foot radius, not much farther than that. )

And it's right behind us? ( because honestly, he does think he'd be able to hear something barreling towards them, if it's as giant as she claims. )

It's-

[She stops to take a breath, turning as she inhales to try to catch any sign of it.]

It might not be close, but they never lose a scent.

( Matt, for his part, has yet to hear anything. besides the panicked heartbeat and obvious breathlessness of his current company, that is. he doesn't want to automatically assume she's wrong, though he has to wonder if this is just another of the many hallucinations going around Beacon.

he won't push her much more until she feels they're safe, though. )

Let's get inside. ( once she feels secure, he'll worry about trying to feel out the possibility they might not need to run for their lives. )

We'll need to barricade the door. [She gulps down a breath, trying to catch her breath and think. This was easier when she had a shotgun and a hardware store.]

Uh, closest building. Let's go. [She doesn't wait for him to chime in with a suggestion, instead just taking off with his hand still clenched in hers.]

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( he's disoriented enough that he doesn't exactly have a suggestion. he could probably get a sense of where they were given the opportunity, but even if he could... he can't admit it. so instead Matt follows where she leads.

and he doesn't press about the idea there might not be anything following until she finds them some sort of shelter. as she's shutting the door, he even finds a heavy bureau that they can use to block it closed. ) Here, ( he calls, setting his lantern on the top and preparing to push when she joins him. )

[Oh, good work, Matt. Jo gets into position to pull it towards the door and clears her throat.]

Okay. Ready? [They need to move fast. Jo couldn't hear them outside, but she knows they can still track her.

The hounds won't give up.]

Ready.

( when she starts to drag, he'll put all he has into shoving it where she leads it. he's stronger than he looks, between the two of them they can shift the heavy piece in front of the door. once it's settled, he allows himself a few minutes to catch his breath, waiting for indication of the devil hound that's supposedly following them.

he doesn't hear anything, so finally, finally, he's ready to press. )

How close were they? Do you hear them? ( because, uh, he sure doesn't. ) Where did you get experience with something called a hell hound, anyway?

[Jo's also stronger than she looks, so the door is blocked in a jiffy. While Matt catches his breath, Jo is searching the room for anything that might help.

His question makes her stop and she glances at him with a sharp exhalation of breath.]

Missouri. [Which seems about right. She scrubs her hand over her eyes and tries to listen.]

I don't know how close. I can't hear them now. [But that doesn't mean anything.]

They can be quiet.

( sounds like something you'd encounter in a place colloquially known as Misery. Matt has never been, if there are hell hounds roaming around? he definitely doesn't want to. )

I can't hear them either. My hearing is stronger than you'd think. ( this is literally the closest Matt has come to admitting he has superpowers to anyone wow. besides Mary, but she doesn't count! ) People have been hearing things, seeing things — have these hounds ever been in Beacon before?

[Lucifer was there too. It's not a great state overall. Matt's not missing anything.

The question makes her stop. She doesn't like either option, honestly. Either they're here, or-

What. She's imagining them?]

They're invisible. I might not have seen them. [She sighs, scrubbing at her face with the back of her hand.]

They might not have needed to attack.

( to be fair he lives and loves a part of Manhattan called "Hell's Kitchen", so, maybe he's not super safe from the denizens of hell. they just wear different faces, that's all.

considering he's basically questioning her perception of reality, she reacts fairly calmly. he wants to keep her that way. )

It doesn't have to be visible. Hallucinations can be auditory, too. I know mine are. ( granted, he's blind. that makes a certain amount of sense. he'd for sure know something was up if he was literally seeing things. ) How fast would they gain on us? Would they try and break in after us?

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