“Go ahead 652,” answered the sergeant.

“I’ll take some assistance at St. Mary’s. I might need a hand with this guy.” 652’s message was difficult to hear over the pulsating rhythm of the chanting. It had grown much louder and more forceful.

“Copy 652. Be advised, we can barely hear you over that guy. Can you make him stop talking?” asked the sergeant. Yolanda exchanged a look with Levi. They both rolled their eyes.

“Copy, uh…Sir, my prisoner isn’t talking.”

Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories

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